Shadows of the Moon / Moon Knight

{One}

 Steven Grant walks over to the fish tank in his living room, his faithful goldfish Gus swimming about with all the charm of a one-finned wonder. "Morning, Gus, my little one-finned wonder." He greets him, sprinkling fish food with a flourish.

As he feeds Gus, Steven multitasks, holding his phone to his ear and leaving a voicemail for his mother. "Hello, Mom. It's me. Just checkin' in. I got your postcard, putting it up on Gus' tank now. Yeah, it's very nice. He is fuming, though. Keeps asking why I don't take him anywhere nice."

 He chuckles to himself about his joke."Maybe one day, right? He'd love to get out there, but it's a bit hard with one fin, innit? Anyway, Mom, all's well here. Not too bad. Still wake up every morning still feeling like I got hit by a bus."

 Exiting his apartment, Steven is greeted by the thumping bass of music from a neighboring unit. He maneuvers past a cart selling brooms blocking the entrance to his building, shaking his head with a smirk." Hey, mate, still selling the old brushes and brooms, right? Right in front of my entrance. It's... Got no problem with it. Cheers. Anyway, sorry I missed you, Mom. I'll try you again tomorrow. Laters, gators." Steven hangs up the phone and looks up to get on the bus. The only problem is that the bus just left its stop. " Oh, bloody hell. Wait!" He yells chasing after it waving his hands hoping for someone to stop the bus. " Bollocks," he mumbles to himself as his pace gets faster.

 Now on the bus, he feels so tired. Like he has gotten no sleep at all. Resting his eyes for a while Steven's head slumps down and rests on a man's shoulder. Once the man realized that there was another man on him he nudged Steven awake. He opens his eyes and looks at what the woman is reading next to him. She gives him a look and he holds up his coffee cup " Cheers." He says before drinking out of it.

  As Steven trots up to his post at the Museum of History, he lands a foot right in a cheeky puddle. Once indoors, his eyes catch a little girl sneakily depositing a rap artist's gun in one of the exhibits. "Hmm. Will you look at that? Looks like someone mistook the Great Pyramid of Giza for a rubbish dump."

The little girl shrugs nonchalantly "It's not like there's anything in there."

 Steven mirrors her shrug."Yeah. Maybe not. But in there is something wicked. Check it out." The two walk over to a sarcophagus on display " They'd take this big metal hook, right? And they go up the old nozzle and..." Steven makes a comical suction sound, "All the organs would come out. Except for the heart."

"How come?"

"Because they believed you needed your heart to be judged in the Underworld and only the worthiest would be allowed to pass through the Field of Reeds."

"And did it suck for you? Getting rejected from the Field of Reeds?"

"That doesn't make sense 'cause I'm not dead, am I?"

A blonde woman comes around the corner carrying boxes "Stevie. That better not be you again."

"Sorry, Donna. Yeah, sorry. Got it." He runs over to her taking the boxes from her hands. He brings them over to the gift shop placing them down on the counter. "There we go."

"Don't know how many times I have to tell you this. You're not the bloody tour guide, Stevie."

"Steven, actually. I am... Steven." He emphasizes his point by jabbing at his name tag.

"No, you're bloody useless unless you're actually doing what you're paid to do, which is to sell these to children." Donna brandishes a basket of what looks like sugary treats.

"Got it." His boss's exasperated sigh follows her retreat.

As he attempts to get back to work, a woman with captivating brown eyes and hair approaches the counter, clad in a sleek black dress. "Hello," she greets him.