Pairs: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Marc is now fronting. You get into legal trouble. You have to earn Marc's trust.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, angst? Trauma, dealing with trauma and descriptions of panic attacks (based on my experience with panic attacks), POV switches all over the place because I think it helps tell the story. Not an accurate representation of DID, basing it off the show's depiction.
Notes: Female reader, as per Anon's request, Spider-Woman!Reader. As per warnings, POV switches all over the place. Hopefully, they aren't too confusing.
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Standing in the middle of this alley, surrounded by the thugs you killed before. Moon Knight glares at you. Glowing, pure white eyes never leave you. You try to hold your hands up, "Marc. It's alright." He lunges at you, grappling you to the ground. Marc pulls out a blade from his chest and goes to hit you with it. You dodge it just barely and kick him off you. Trying to be as gentle as possible. Marc stumbles back. You jump up onto your feet. Putting distance between you and him, "I don't want to hurt you." Marc growls and swings a fist at you. You duck it, sweeping his legs. Marc falls to the ground, but only for a moment. He is back up again.
You're so focused on not hurting him that when your spider-sense goes off, you don't know what it's from. Until you feel the metal slice your stomach open. You take a step back and wince, "That hurt." You frown and look down and see your suit becoming stained with blood. Marc stops his assault on you. Maybe it was the surprise in your voice when he cut you that made him realize you weren't a threat. You pull the fabric apart and look at the wound. Blood stains your gloved hands. Marc stumbles back again and you look up at him. Even with his Moon Knight mask on, you can tell what's happening. He is panicking, actually drawing blood from someone sending him into a spiral.
You lift your hands up, "Marc, it's alright. It's not that deep. You didn't hurt me that badly." You try to keep your voice calm. Marc takes a step closer but then stops, "You're bleeding a lot." His voice is cracked and almost scared. And you can only imagine how confused he is. Regaining control of the body after almost a whole year surrounded by dead bodies and a stranger who knows his name. You want to explain, want to calm him down before he slips further into a panicked state. But before you can open your mouth, a red blur jumps down from the rooftops.
The man in a devil costume and a gruff voice speaks to you, "You both need to get out of here." You scoff, holding your side, "Yes, because I am going to believe a stranger in a BDSM devil outfit." The devil growls at you but you ignore him, looking back to Marc. Marc is looking at the new man, his fight or flight further pushing him over the edge. You push past the devil, "I won't let him hurt you. It's alright." Marc focuses on you again and relaxes a microscopic amount. The devil nudges you, "The cops are coming. You just killed some people who pay them off." You glare at the man in red and close your eyes, focusing.
