She trying to defeat a powerful god but she finds someone or few of someones who have the same idea.
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"That's one hell of a punch"
"I know, i threw it"
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"Sit on the bed."
"Already there." Marc spun around and walked towards the room in his flat to see her already there.
"How- How did you get there?" Marc stuttered on his words.
"Magic." Nat whispered in his ear behind him. Marc quickly turned around to face. "Perks of being Anubis' avatar." She said with a smile. After a few seconds of silence Marc realized how close their faces were to each other.
He took a small step back and Nat did the same.
"Um- Lets get you cleaned up." Marc walked into his bathroom as Nat sat on his- Steven's bed. He walked out of the bathroom with a small box which Nat assumed as a first aid kit. Marc set the kit next to her as he sat on the bed.
Nat studied the man's face as he grabbed what he needed. But she looked away as Marc looked back up. He lifted his hand and ghostly moved her hair that was covering her face out of the way.
Nat once again looked at his soft expression on his face. He actually looked calm, which wasn't really a thing Marc was. She noticed his light morning shadow and his dark brown eye. And his curls that fell in front of his face.
Marc cleaned her cut and pulled out a needle and thread. But as he was trying to thread the needle his hand shook and he couldn't quite get the thread in the I of the needle. Nat noticed and took control.
"You're shit at that, let me," The took his hand and directed the one with the thread to the one with the needle. After a few seconds the needle was threaded. "There." She said with a soft smile.
Marc scoffed at her as he lifted the needle to her forehead.
"I assume you know what you're doing?"
"Yes, Natasha. I do this a lot more than you think."
"Please don't call me that, it sounds weird."
"What? Natasha?"
"Yes, Natasha."
"Alrighty then, Ammar." Marc had a smirk on his face and Nat knew what he was doing and it was working.
"Don't call-"
Marc stopped her by putting his hand on her mouth.
"Shh, let me have my fun." Nat just rolled her eyes and Marc took his hand off her.
He continued to stitch her as she continued to complain on how it hurt which annoyed the crap out of Marc.
"Ouch, that one really hu-" She was cut off by Marc.
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to sew your mouth shut."
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"I hope you don't mind me staying at your house tonight."
"What- No you're not staying here."
No response.
"Ammar?"
Still no response.
Marc walked into his living room to see Nat walking in with a blanket in her hand.
"Where did you find those?"
"Back closet in your bedroom."
"Huh. Didn't even know I had that."
Nat started to set up her 'bed' on the couch, "Technically they're not yours. Remember? There's Steven's."
"Right," Marc started to walk out of the room, "well I guess I'm gonna go to bed. Don't make yourself comfortable, don't steal anything, and you better be out before Steven wakes up."
"'Kay, goodnight Mom." Nat smirked at Marc as he left the room.
"I want you to Steal it."
"Huh?"
"I want you to steal the scarab from Marc."
Nat started laughing, "Are you- are you serious? Right now?"
"Yes, I'm serious and yes, right now."
"Wow, okay. Whatever you say my Master." Nat sarcastically bowed down in front of Anubis with a smirk on her face.
"Don't"
"Dick"
"Pussy"
Nat gasped, "Such foul language for a God."
Anubis groaned, "Just get the thing by tomorrow." And with that he was gone.
"Wow, no goodbye?"
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It was currently 3:24am and Nat was sure Marc was asleep so she started to
look for the scarab.
She went to his bedroom area and started looking through his desk, closet, basically everywhere.
But as she was looking through his dresser she felt the two tips of Moonlight's crescent blades.
Shit.
"Whatcha looking for?" Marc asked her with a husky voice.
Nat turned around to see Marc's hair messed up and his shirt a little riled up giving her a glimpse of his toned stomach.
"The scarab, dipshit. Where is it?"
"I don't fucking have it."
Nat quickly snatched the blade out of Marc's hand and pushed him up against the dresser pointing the blade at his throat.
"Where. Is. It."
"I told you, I. Don't. Have. It."
"I know you do, Marc."
"I don't."
And before Nat could respond, Marc headbutt her causing to drop the blade allowing Marc to grab it. He pushed her on the bed and got on top, pinning her.
"Why the hell do you need it anyways." Marc breathed out.
"I don't, but my buddy Anubis does."
Nat pushed Marc off of her and punched him square in the nose causing a little bit of blood to drip down to his mouth.
"That's one hell of a punch."
"I know, I threw it."
And before Marc could respond she flipped him over so now she was on top of him.
Nat was about to punch him again but a voice stopped her.
"Don't. He doesn't have it. I just found out that Harrow has it."
"Are you kidding me?" Nat said to herself. "Uh, well this was fun, but i have to go. But we should definitely do this again." She winked at him and she disappeared out of thin air in seconds.
Marc just lied on the bed in shock for a few moments until Steven finally took over.
