Egyptology - Moon Knight

𓀀Marc𓀀

"Don't muck this up," Steven said.

"So you've already told me - many, many times."

"You nervous?"

"Yeah."

"It's okay to be nervous-"

"I know, Steven."

"You've got this, mate."

"Thanks, buddy..."

Yeah he was nervous. Eva had agreed to go out with him. She loved Steven, she already knew that, and he and Marc already knew that. Marc didn't want to interfere with that - he loved Steven as well in his own way, and he loved her too, and he wanted his chance for him and Eva to get to know each other under some semblance of normal circumstances.

"Yeah, come on Marc," he muttered to himself as he paced around outside the museum, unable to go inside now to meet her ever since the mess he made with the jackal in case any other staff member should recognize him. "Don't muck this up."

"Hi," she greeted. He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't even noticed her coming his way.

He stopped pacing. "Hi," he responded.

They both stood there for a moment, smiling.

Oh, God this was awkward.

"So, what would you like to do?" she asked, opening the conversation.

Marc shrugged. "I'm open. What would you like to do?"

"I'm open as well. We could go for a walk."

"Yeah, yeah, a walk would be nice." Get it together, Marc. "You know what, before we go, I need the bathroom. Men's, just inside?" he pointed to the museum.

"Yes, through the doors and to the left."

"Thanks." And with that he hurried away, leaving her standing there.

He was gone a long time. She was thinking of checking on him when her mobile rang. Steven.

"Steven?"

"Hi Love. Marc's a bit of a mess - he really needs you."

"All right - still in the loo?"

"Yeah."

She headed back inside, grabbing a janitors cart and pushing it so that it stood in front of the men's loo door to hopefully dissuade anyone from going inside, and headed inside herself.

It was empty, besides a closed stall. Good, she didn't have to kick anyone out. 

"Marc?" Her voice echoed. 

"Eva?"

"Steven called me, he said you needed me."

"I'm sorry, I'm screwing this up." His muffled voice came from the other side of the closed stall door. 

"No, you're not. This is new for all of us. I'm here, if you need me." She sat down on the floor outside his stall, back against the door.

"Have you spoken to Layla?" she asked after a long silence between them, curious. 

He sounded distant, "Yeah, briefly. Right now, she needs some time and space."

"Yeah, understandable." The poor girl still had to come to terms with the new truth of her father's death.

"Yeah. She deserved better."

Suddenly, the bathroom filled with the sounds of men's voices, and three young guys in their twenties burst in.