Moon Knight Oneshots

Moon Knight's Daughter

I felt so groggy and sore, I groaned and looked up to see I was in a large building with all different kinds of people eating or watching things.
I tried to move but I was tied to a chair, I could felt something around my mouth stopping me from speaking.
I tried to cry out but no one around me even noticed me, or they did and didn't pay any attention.

"I wanted to introduce you to someone." I heard a voice say as I looked up to see a man in a red dress looking thing with long grey hair, and beside him was...my father?
I screamed out and got his attention as he jumped back and looked at me.

"Why have you got someone tied to a chair, she's so young!" He yelled but in a strong British accent making me look at him in confusion.
He ran over to me and quickly untied me and pulled the restraint off from my mouth.

"D-Dad?" I whispered looking up at him as he looked at me in confusion.

"W-What? No not Dad, but um perhaps we can find him." He said as I felt tears in my eyes.
I didn't understand what was happening.

"Well, I suppose that answers my questions. That Steven Grant of the gift shop is real and not just an false identity. But I'm sure Marc wants to come out to say hello to his daughter." Harrow said as I looked up at this stranger that was wearing my father's skin.
I saw him look into the reflection beside him as if he were listening to someone. 

"Steven? Are we able to speak to Marc?" Harrow asked as Steven looked back at me.

"No, no he isn't here." He muttered, two people came over and forced Steven to sit beside me.

"Well then, may I have the scarab?" He said, Steven looked up at him in fear.

"Oh, I don't have it." He muttered before I stood up making everyone around me alert.

"What the fuck is happening!? Does somebody want to explain all of this!?" I screamed as two people grabbed me making me yelp in shock. Suddenly Steven's expression changed.

"Get off her!" He shouted, but this time he sounded more like my father.
He pushed them back off of me and I looked up at him in hope.

"You reached a whole new low Harrow you piece of shit." He grumbled barely even looking at me.

"Marc, what a lovely surprise." Harrow said as Marc glared at him.

"I want to leave." I grumbled looking up at Arthur.

"I'm sorry child, we can't let that happen just yet. I've got a lot to discuss with your father." He replied as I glared at him, I grabbed a fork and threw it at him in a fit of rage before the two people from before grabbed me again.

"You ugly fuck!" I screamed making one of the people shove me forward and I crashed onto the table. Marc turned around and punched them in the face before he was restrained too.

"Alright, be gentle with her. She's just a child, she's confused." Harrow said as I lifted myself back up.

"I'm twenty I'm not a kid you wanker." I muttered dusting myself off.

"Now, where were we. Oh that's right, Marc may I have the scarab?" Arthur said, still calm.

"He doesn't have it, I do." I heard a voice say as I looked up to see a woman with dark curly hair.

"Miss, I don't think you could understand the power that object possesses." Harrow said holding his hand out.
I took the opportunity to kick one of the men behind me and make a break for it.
They went to chase me but Harrow stopped me.

"Leave her, we don't need her anymore." Harrow said as I ran as fast as I could.
I finally made it outside and fell to my knees catching my breath. I looked around seeing teenagers and kids look at me.

"Oh fuck off." I growled standing back up and walking out of the creepy fucked up cult town.
I kept walking until I heard a scream and looked to see a man dressed in a white suit on the ground.
He groaned and stood up and looked up at me. Suddenly he looked up and screamed dodging something I couldn't see.

"Y/N!" He screamed out before I was thrown onto the road. A car slammed on it's breaks just before it hit me. I quickly got off the road but I got thrown onto the ground again.
The man in the white suit began fighting something off. I was grabbed off the ground and looked up to see it was the curly haired woman from before.

"You must be Y/N." She said as I nodded.

"I'm Layla." She introduced herself before the man in white was thrown across the road.

"Marc! Take control!" He shouted desperately as I looked at him in confusion.

"Well, best of luck." I muttered before running down the street again.
I had a talent for running away. I kept running until I collapsed onto the ground and screamed in frustration. What the fuck was he doing here? Why was he back? Why the fuck was he in London!?
I just stayed on the ground crying, I didn't know how much time had passed.

"Y/N." I heard a voice say as I looked up to see my father.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I growled as he sighed and looked down at me.

"Well, I wanted to leave you to have a good life without me. But Harrow made that go to shit." He said as I stood up and laughed dryly, wiping my face.

"Good life without you. Funny one cunt." I growled making him shake his head.

"Jesus Christ when did you become so rude." He grumbled as I looked up at him.

"Oh I don't know, maybe when I was seven and my dad gave me up for adoption. Maybe it was the time I had like fourteen different abusive foster parents, oh oh maybe the time I was stabbed by a drug addict and almost bled out on the street!" I said as he looked at me sadly.

"I just wanted what was best for you Y/N." He replied as I laughed and shook my head.

"Yeah, you wanted what was best for you." I grumbled before going to walk away but he stopped me.

"Love wait." He said as I looked back in confusion to his accent changing. I smiled softly.

"Steven." I said as he looked back at me in confusion.

"Aren't you confused?" He muttered as I sighed.

"Steven I've known dad has had Dissociative identity disorder since I could remember. Used to play catch with a dude named Jake, but I never met you." I said as he looked at me in shock.

"Alright there's a lot to unpack there." Steven muttered grabbing his chest. 

"I'm going to need a drink to get through this." I muttered rubbing my face and groaning.

"Where do we fucking start?"