Moon Knight Nonsense

Jake's POV: Barking at the Moon

Jake Lockley & M!Reader (Werewolf)

Notes: Lil starter I've made for a friend. For those Jack Russell x Jake Lockley fans, I see you. Hope you enjoy reading my nonsense!

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It was supposed to be a simple job. Help out the smaller mutants and get them out of town. He'd used his cab to get them a portion of the way there but with all the blocks put up it was impossible getting his cab out without getting searched. He'd abandoned it in an alley for them to take to the underground. Cab lights shone the way.

Jake got out and opened the truck. "New plan. One at'a time. Quit pushin' each other."

Trunk closed he guided the small group around to the front where the headlights illuminated a manhole cover, the wisps of humid air slithered out like tendrils from the cover. The group hid behind Jake and he took his jacket off, tossing it aside and rolling up his sleeves. He walked over to the manhole cover and began brute-forcing his way into opening it. Other mutants made it look so easy, but Jake was finding without the suit this shit was harder than it looked.

The group just stood in a huddle and watched him. Weren't much help at all. He couldn't understand for the life of him why anyone would want them.

Another figure stepped into the light, the group shot off towards Jake to hide in his shadows. Jake straightened up in a low pant. The cover moved but not completely out of the way yet. Maybe enough for those little things to squeeze in, he thought. Just needed to distract whatever came to ruin their night. Putting on his best non-violent tone that he could muster, Jake growled. "This ain't the night to be messin' with me, pal. Go find another alley. Go on."

He got closer and Jake's gloved hands balled into fists, until the face came into view and he untensed. "Shit, why didn't ya say you're the local stray?" Jake suddenly all light and a touch more playful. Him and this asshole went way back. The guy hadn't killed a person in his life, so there was no need for them to be killing him. No doubt lingering feelings from that were still present, but Jake had no reason to believe tonight was going to be another fight.

"Get this for me? We gotta move." He gestured to the manhole cover. Neither stepping back or away when the other approached like the others behind him did. Unintimidated by the werewolf's presence.