Content Warning: Language, dark themes, kinda manipulative Reader, nothing too unsafe/triggering hopefully
Summary: It's been nearly a week since Budapest. Desperate to see more of Jake, you resort to some pretty nefarious methods to get to see him again. (Ft. Marc Spector)
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You finally got around to explaining yourself to Marc. Well, kind of explaining. At least enough to put his mind at ease.
"Don't bullshit me." He had gotten pretty frustrated with you. That was fair; you had flat out lied to him about pretty much everything that happened that night. He had a right to be angry. "I talked to Steven. He doesn't remember getting on the plane. In fact, he has a pretty interesting story about the last thing he does remember."
"I didn't know how to tell you," You tried to plead with him. Your excuses were paltry and weak, but you couldn't help but try to make him less upset with you. You couldn't stand it when you made Marc upset. "It all happened so fast! And it's not like I had any control over it. I just didn't know what to say. How am I supposed to explain something like that to you?"
"You didn't know what to say?" His voice was rigid as he scoffed out the words. "You could have told me the truth! It's not just something you omit because it's hard for you to say."
He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to curb his anger at you. He didn't like to be the one to start fights; he certainly didn't like yelling.
"Tell me what happened."
"Well, what does Steven remember?" You didn't know how much you wanted to reveal to him. As a matter of fact, you yourself didn't fully understand everything about that night.
"He says that someone broke into the hotel room. That there were two guys that shot through your window not an hour after you got checked in."
"And he doesn't remember anything after that?"
"He just says he summoned the suit. That he tried to knock the guns from their hands..." He trailed off with an expression you couldn't quite make out. It looked a bit like anger, a bit like guilt, and a bit like worry. It looked a bit like surprise.
