My moon - a Moon knight story

Chapter 5: getting Steven's memory in order

Last night was a complete blur.
Steven dancing with me on his favorite songs. Him kissing me differently then he normally does. Different accent. A glass of wine in my hand.

Happier than ever.

I wake up and so does Steven with a jump.
"Hey love! How did you sleep!" I say, looking into his eyes. He looked frightened.
"Oh my god." He says sinking his head into his pillow, out of relief.
"Are you ok? Bad dreams?" I ask holding his hand in comfort.
He looks into my eyes, terrified but also happy that he woke up.
"Yeah." He says leaving my hand on his lap as he hugged me tightly but gently. "Can I tell you about them?"
"Yes of course Steven, darling." I say as I got back up a little so I was sitting in our bed.
He smiles and puts his head softly on my chest.
"Ok so..." he stops talking.

Steven's pov:
I stopped talking because I heard someone say: "Don't you dare say anything about last night. You can get her into much trouble. And you can even put yourself into trouble too. You understand?"
It was Marc, he was the talking reflection from my dream or whatever it was.

"As I was saying-" I get interrupted again.
"You're gonna get her killed, you here me?!" He says more roughly this time.

I look at her.
"I can't get Y/n in danger. I can't get her killed." I say in my brain.

"Finally, I don't remember." I laugh.
"You don't remember? Oh well. I'm gonna go make breakfast!" She says moving my head so I'm on the pillow. She gets up and moves to the kitchen as I move to the bathroom. I close the door and locked it.

I stared at the mirror for a solid minute.
"Come out. Tell me why she is in danger." I ask to the mirror, awaiting an answer.

"He can't know about the bag, or the scarab. It's way to dangerous."
"You think? He's gonna ruin the whole thing!" I hear. This time the voice was different, but familiar.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Oh shit, you again." I see Marc appear in the mirror.
"What bag? What scarab?" I ask.
"None of your business Steven. Go see Y/n. Eat breakfast and don't talk to her about last night and don't ask her anything. At all. Ok?" Marc says looking at me with a death stare.

"Ok. I won't put her in danger do not worry at all." I say looking at the mirror with a nervous smile.

Y/n's pov:
I was in the kitchen. Making food was one of my favorite things to do. I was trying to make pancakes even though last time I burnt them and really overcooked them too.
Steven's phone was buzzing crazy. Being the good person I was, I didn't look because I didn't want to mess up our food and also didn't want to invade his privacy.

He came out of the bathroom.
"Smells good in here! What are you making that smells so bloody good?" He asks happily walking towards me.
"Pancakes!" I reply.
"Can I help you?" He asks holding my waist looking at my eyes.
"Yes of course! You are always welcome to come cook with me Stevie." I say teasing him with his nickname.
We both laughed and continued our cooking.
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We had finished cooking and we wanted to relax so I recommended that we should go eat in bed. Steven loved the idea and we ate our pancakes in bed.
"Do you remember what happened when I came back from work?" He asked me.
I was surprised that he didn't remember. We had the most fun time together.
"How could I forget about that?" I ask, thinking he was kidding.
"Well-" Steven didn't say anything.

Steven's pov:
"Well-"
"No. Don't ask. I told you to not talk about last night. One more word and you will probably hate me." Marc starts saying. I saw his reflection in the fish bowl.

I stayed silent for a couple seconds.
"Well what? You didn't finish Steven." She asks.
"Well.... Could you fill me in? I was kinda you know...." I try to say as an excuse so Y/n could believe me.
"Yeah I knew that. You were off last night. You were talking with no British accent and you were way more confident about everything. You were not nervous, not a single second. You literally chugged your wine, maybe that's why you don't remember." She says.

"Yeah, what about the rest? You know what alcohol does to me." I say laughing it off.
"We were dancing, singing, talking and basically drunk." She says laughing. "You had a couple smiles but you were serious. You were like..... a different person." She mentioned that and immediately thought of Marc.
I froze at the thought of him touching Y/n, my girlfriend when I was not in possession of the body. I was furious at Marc. That's why he didn't want me to talk to Y/n about this!

"That's weird, thanks for reminding me of that! I'm gonna go change darling!" I say kissing her gently and running to the closet, taking my clothes then running to the bathroom, cursing to Marc who was listening but not in the mirror.

I came out a couple minutes later, going towards the door, with my phone in my hand. I looked at it. Dana was spamming my phone. I had to hurry and get the scarab Marc was talking about and the bag.

Let's see what Marc was hiding from me and Y/n this whole time and also if it was actually dangerous...