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Mission Failed: Successfully

Prologue || Aimed to Kill - Ep 1 Re-write

Pairings: (eventually)Marc Spector x Filo!Reader; (eventually)Steven Grant x Filo!Reader; (eventually)Khonshu x Filo!reader

Word count: 4.2k+ words ik im shocked too😨

Summary: Moon Knight Episode One, In the Alps, but with Ynaguinid's Python, You.

Warnings: grammar, lots of swearing, violence, blood mentioned many times, lots of swearing, no use of y/n, lengthy fic, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MOON KNIGHT EP 1 and NOT BETA READ (if i missed any, kindly tell me in the comments ^-^)

Gif not mine!!

PISTE GIATAY YAWA-

You cursed under your breath as your air got knocked out of your lungs, groaning from the transferred impact of your kalasag to your arm as you had used it to guard yours and Marc's body, as you two jumped from the window of the second floor which housed the scarab.

"You okay?" Your question is muffled by your makeshift mask using your blue scarf, as you look down at the man you just held on to like there was no tomorrow as you two had thrown yourselves off the building. "Do you have it?"

You would've expected Marc to nod, ask you the question too and separate himself from you then run to escape.

Instead, he looked at you with a confused stare and answered with a reluctant, "I-I am alright.. I'm sorry, do I have what? Where am- Where are we??"

Why is he speaking in a British accent? Did he hit his head?- oh gods did you let his head get hit on the ground?!?

"I-I'm sorry but- who-who are.. you?"

"Who am- Marc..what?"

Your brows furrow deeper as your eyes search his face for any signs that he was tricking you- but found none. The sharp, hard glare you were accustomed to is replaced by soft and dazed ones, an expression you wouldn't have expected to see on Marc's face and damn did it suit him- NOT THE TIME.

His brows scrunches in the middle of his forehead as you mentioned his name, looking lost and stares at you in bewilderment.

"My name's Steven..Steven Grant, actually- why-" He looks down at you two's position-

You two have yet to stand and remove yourselves from each other after huddling close to make sure you both would be protected by the shield, you noticed this and immediately let your iron grip on his jacket go. He also seemed to just notice that his arms are around your waist, upon seeing this he was quick to mutter apologies with wide embarrassed eyes and pulled his limbs to his chest, sitting up before quickly holding your arm to help you up.

"I'm really, really sorry-" Marc? mumbles more apologies, "I'm a little lost, I was just in my flat awhile ago and I-I don't know what is happening-"

You let your shield disappear as you pull yourself up with his help, who's currently a babbling mess, apparently doesn't know you and now speaks british.

Hopefully Khonshu will not kill you for accidentally giving his avatar amnesia.

He seemed impressed by the use of magic, before he can ask about it though you firmly hold his his wrist to get his attention, stopping him from questioning everything around you, which he should have an idea about because one, he's leading this mission in the first place, and two you have been working for months now!

You opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, what's going on, but the yells from the window that you had just leaped off cut you off.

You both look up just in time to see a man ready to rain fire at your position. Reacting fast you summon your kalasag once more and pull Marc back to you. The man yelps at the force and panics at the sound of guns firing.

Okay- Something's not right. What is happening?!

'Wala natay panahon ana lang!! Piste- Dagan na!!' 'We don't have time for that dear!! Fucking- Run, now!!' You hear Ynaguinid yell angrily in your head and you could only nod in reply as you sprint away from the house with Marc in tow.

"Y'know- using your throwing moons now would be good for both of us!!-" You commented as you grip Marc's arm and run down the hills while making sure no bullets will hit any of you.

"I'm pretty sure I cannot throw moons!!!" Oh this motherfucker-

"Just- oh fuck-" You mumble more curses as you slide down the small slope, giving you a bigger shield and a small time to buy-

"Why are they firing at u-"

You stop his question with tuts and a hand in front of his face, "OKAY okay- We'll talk later, alright?! I'll answer everything, Steven, but we won't be able to do that if we're dead now, would we? Meet me at the village! And keep that scarab safe!" You yell in the midst of the gunfire, working on a compromise since it seems that Steven is not going to fight back anytime soon. He looked like he wanted to say something but the bullets once again refrains him from saying something.

"GO!" You ordered the man before running back up, summoning your kampilan and slamming the front of your rectangular shield to the goon nearest you, pushing that man down off his balance, giving you time to hide yourself from the other goon's firing. You advanced to the firing goon and smacked his gun off his hand with your shield and plunged your sword into his stomach.

"What about you?!"

Ay pagka-gago- 'oh this stupid-' Although you're touched by his concern, the scarab is what's important at this moment. That was what you came for in the first place. The scarab. Your life be damned as long as this stupid person who's had that trinket won't unleash a genocidal asshole.

"I can handle myself Marc!" You mindlessly replied as you hid behind your kalasag, the man you knocked down earlier had stood back up and is now firing at you. You glance back at Marc- Steven- WHOEVER THE FUCK HE THINK HE IS- who's still hiding behind the slope and gave him your most burning raged glare. He seemed to finally understand that you need no help and can handle yourself before running down to the village, he kept looking back at you as he did but eventually ran straight ahead.

You hear more incoming- and the asshole who's firing at your reload, which you didn't waste time to use the opportunity to get back at him with a heavy kick to the chest and slash his throat- you whine to yourself as you watched three, maybe more, people approach you with loaded guns. Your adrenaline is spiking to its highest at the sight of them surrounding you, just like back in the Philippines huh, you thought to yourself knowing Ynaguinid could hear you, as you grip your sword tightly.

'Just like back in the Philippines, my child..' The deity repeats, you humorlessly chuckle and twirl the blood stained sword.

"Let's fucking dance then."

That man did not just kill that old woman.

Steven looks at the poor old lady who's lifeless body is being carried away from the plaza, saddened by her death. He gulps as his eyes catch on to the men that wore similar clothing to the people that were shooting at him and, you, the resolute person back at the hills who he just witnessed make weapons and shields appear out of thin air.

He still hasn't found you, which made him worry a bit. Though you looked like you can handle yourself, he still cannot stop from being concerned for your well-being. You just saved him, you held on to him, surely he meant something to you and you to him yet, he doesn't know you. He's never seen you in his entire life yet you spoke to him like you two had been seeing for months, and you called him Marc-

His thoughts halts when all of the people crowding the place suddenly kneels, startled he looks around and follows, "Oh bollocks.." perhaps a little too late-

"You."

He looks up at the man in maroon, looking around him to see if he was actually talking to him.

"Who-who, me?"

"Mercenary."

Panting heavily, you ran and made a sharp turn to an alley to your left, bumping the wall and used it to push yourself and gain more momentum, just in time before Harrow's goon could corner you.

Your scarf concealing your identity had been pulled down from your face to make it much easier to breathe. Discarding any regards to your enemy recognizing you if ever they come across you on a normal day because fuck that! You need to breathe!

You just hope Ma-Steven is okay and the scarab is safe. Rounding left, you see a man block your path at the end of the small alley, your groan internally in annoyance and search for any exits, you didn't slow down though, you ran faster instead and since you found no exit other than sliding under the goon's legs, you opted for that and successfully bypassed his stupid blockage. Sometimes being short has its perks.

Scrambling back up to your feet, you continue to run at the street, trying to find Steven Grant in this village and avoiding bumping into as many people as you could.

"Here, little warrior." Khonshu's deep voice echoes in your ears, you nearly lose your balance as you skid to a stop to turn where you heard the god's voice. Turning right and running down the road, finally seeing the avatar. You thanked the Egyptian deity.

Steven -or Marc- was scrambling away from the village people, who are no doubt Harrow's followers. Your arrival did not go unnoticed by the man with a power-laced cane, seeing your bloodied clothes one wouldn't doubt to assume you and the man trying to escape are working together.

And also because of the fact that there are also people running behind you shouting to stop you.

Your running did not stop. Your lack of oxygen is now making your lungs burn and making it difficult to breathe, but you have to keep running. This time, you do not care who you are going to run over as you catch up to Steven, seeing as he had gotten into a fucking cupcake van. Hey, it's better than nothing!

Grunting, you push a man out of the way to reach the door handle of the back of the van but someone got a hold of your jacket and pulled you away.

"Puta!-" You yelp in annoyance as your body gets yanked back, stumbling back and away from the van at the force.

The moment you slipped on your feet, the people started to crowd you and hold you down, you struggled against their hold and got a glimpse of the leaving pink vehicle before a lady flung herself on top of you, blocking your line of vision and knocking the wind off of you. You feel yourself paling at the thought of getting left behind.

Is Marc and Khonshu really going to abandon you here in the alps? Leaving you helpless against Harrow's force and getting locked up while he runs scott free?

'Kabalo kang dili jud ko na itugot na mahitabo na, 'nak!!' 'You know that I wouldn't allow that to happen, child!!'

Just as long as they have the scarab, that is okay with you, you convince yourself as Ynaguinid screams reassurance in your head.

But, even then, that doesn't mean you won't put up a fight against these sons of bitches-

A pained whine emits from your throat as you thrash to free just one hand as they begin to trample over you like how quarterbacks would, crushing you with their weights against the brick road and disabling you from breathing properly, your vision doubling from the lack of air.

'Barog, akong sundalo! Ipakita sa ilaha ang kusog sa usa ka sundaw ug ang kakuyaw sa lason sa bitin!!' 'Stand, my warrior! Show them the strength of a warrior and how lethal a snake's poison is!!' You hear Ynaguinid's stern command amidst the ruckus, her tone laced with worry.

A surge of power then washes over you, a scream tears from your throat as you feel Ynaguinid channel all of her abilities through your flesh. You feel the weight above lessen as the people scramble away from you as well as the feeling of being engulfed by familiar fabrics. Wailing surrounds you, you glance to Harrow's followers. They were scratching their bodies as if they were bitten by ants as your body had released a toxin, courtesy by your deity no doubt. Your throat squeezes as you regain your breathing as well as your ability to move your limbs and with all your might, you knock the remaining people on top of you off.

You gasp and gulp back air to your system as you stumble up to your feet, your kampilan appearing on your hand, ready to strike whoever is going to attack you. But seeing none, you push your wobbly legs and run towards where you had seen the van drive off to, ignoring the ringing in your ears as well as the muffled screaming behind you.

If it wasn't for Ynaguinid's steadfast determination flowing through your veins, you would have passed out. You thanked your deity in your head, panting through your mouth as your body craves more air while running, again.

You see a glimpse of the cupcake van just up ahead, looking like it was slowing down. You exert more force on your legs, more force than you had exerted before to reach the vehicle.

As the vehicle is in arms reach, you didnt hesitate to jump and throw yourself in, breaking the door and startling the driver as you land harshly on the steel floor of the van.

"GO! NOW!" Ordered the god of the moon, you assume it was his avatar he was ordering but you couldn't care less about that. Your utmost priority at the moment was to breathe and not die in exhaustion in the back of the van.

You swallow, needing to lubricate your dry throat and roll to your front, your vision blurred which made you confused, gods are you seriously going to pass out right now?!

But then you feel something wet trail down your cheek, you touch it and see clear water on your fingertips. You were crying. Part of you know the reason but the other is denying that.

"You alright there?" You heard Steven ask from the driver seat, the ringing a while ago has subsided allowing you to hear him clearly and the song from the radio.

Wake me up! Before you go-go!

"I'm fine-" Your reply came out weak, and hoarse. You slam your fist on the metal floor as your thoughts wander to the fact that he left without you.

"Are y-" "Did you plan on leaving me to die, back there Marc?- or Steven?! Gods I-" Your lips tremble, after weeks of working with this asshole and the pigeon, all of those nights just fade to nothing when it comes to mission priorities?!?

"No-no!! I would never leave you!! It's just that-"

Guns once again stops his sentence.

"Oh bugger-"

"Piste yawa giatay bulshet PISTE!!" You yell your heart out in anger and frustration as you punch the boxes of cupcakes, not caring of the icing staining your costume.

Steven grips the steering wheel, he hadn't meant to leave you behind! He actually waited a bit even as the villagers started to climb on the van. He had looked at the mirror to see you being piled up with people trying to restrain you. And he saw it. Like a hint of green smoke emitting from the human pile, before the people scrambled to get away from you. He saw you fling the remaining men who's still yet to get off you. He saw you being clothed with some sort of magic and your eyes glowing an angry green under the shadow that formed on your face.

He thought he had gone mad. That all of this was just some mad dream he is going to wake up from. But the people, the pain, felt all too real, yet what is happening feels all too possible!! This has to be a dream!

The moment he saw you throw those people off was when he started to drive, swerving the van left to right to get the attackers off the van, apologizing to every single one of them as he did. He doesn't mean harm but he has to protect himself, and the scarab, apparently!

"Don't you dare leave them behind!!!" Screamed the voice in his head,

"I won't!! I won't!!" He had thought that voice could've been his conscience or something.

He tunes himself back to present, maneuvering in the highway as cars follow and trail after you and him with guns trained. He doesn't even have his licence with him! And yet here he is driving full speed with a person on the carriage of the cupcake van!!!

"This has to be a dream!" He repeated out loud as he made a turn, "We're going to be killed!"

"We're not going to be killed!!" He sees you stand up with a little bit of swaying from the rear view mirror, the icings on your costume along with the blood on your hands and glowing eyes made it look like you were some godly cupcake murderer.

"Just keep on driving, and try not to kill us both while you're at it. I'll handle them!" He sees you pick up the sword you had dropped and braced yourself in a stance as you face the oncoming cars.

He only nods frantically with a gulp. Okay- as long as he won't crash this van, you two are going to be-

Bang!

A car had hit the side of the van, he looked to his right with a scream, the men had their guns aimed at him. He ducks as much as he could to avoid being shot while still making sure he can see the road.

He hears commotion behind him and glances back, a man just got stabbed by your sword and kicked in the chest by you, letting the corpse roll on the highway and get crushed by the cars tailing them.

He grimaced at the image- all of this is stressing him out- he just wants to go back to his flat, safe and sound. Away from death-

He feels himself roll his eyes back-

You whipped your head to the sound of gunshots from the front- Steven!-

You grip the gun you stole from the asshole number something, wobbling from the swerving of the van as you quickly made your way to the front not caring to crush the boxes under your feet and pushed yourself between the seats, aiming at the multiple assholes by the driver seat and pulling the trigger. Hitting mostly their arms but one bullet was able to hit the driver's head-

"Thanks-" The familiar american accent and timbre mumbles from your driver and snatches your gun, and continues to shoot the other goons on the other side who had caught up on you two.

Not missing the change of demeanour, you hit his bicep after he shot his shots.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HA-"

"NOT RIGHT NOW OKAY-"

The van swerved again to a sharp turn, throwing you to the front seat, hitting your side in the process and putting you in an awkward position that is DEFINITELY far from sitting.

"Fuckin- awhile ago you just started screaming your head off like a headless chicken-"

"Not right now," he growls your name in warning but you continue-

"- not knowing how to- atay yawa-" You grunt as you push yourself up and sit properly on the seat- "how to fucking summon your throwing moons, speaking like some kind of posh asshole saying your name is Steven fucking Grant-"

"Kung mo-sulti gali na siya ug 'not right now' balik, tuk-on jud ko ni siya ba!" 'If he says 'not right now' again, I am going to strangle him!' Says Ynaguinid somewhere behind the carriage but you ignore her-

"I said NOT RIGHT NOW!!"

"RAGHHH TUK-A RA GUD NING GIATAYA NI!!" 'CHOKE THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE RIGHT NOW!!'

"-and now you're shooting like you know what is actually happening!!!"

You hear him shoot more goons behind you and groan, you glance at him ready to flip him off but his eyes rolling to the back of his head makes you soften your gaze just a bit in worry as you look back and forth between him and the road.

"Ste- Marc- Ay ambot oy!- Are you-" 'Oh I don't know!-' You reached out but his yelp made you retract, as if the gun he's holding burnt his hand and hastily dropped it.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING!!"

You look at him confusedly and look back to the road as you heard something-

"Truck-" You grab and shake his forearm and pointed at the truck about to collide to your van-

"What?!-"

"TRUCK TRUCK-"

You and the tanned fella on the driver seat shrieked your heads off as the van barely misses the oncoming truck AND the edge of the cliff.

Mamatay man kaha jud ko ani dire kay tungod aning boang! 'I think I'm gonna die here because of this fucker!' You cuss inwardly and vocally as you swore you felt your soul left your body-

Two cars are still on your tail even after the truck you just avoided flipped to its side.

MAMATAY JUD KO DIRE YAWA- 'I'M REALLY GOING TO DIE HERE SHIT-'

They sandwich your pink van and draw their guns, aimed to kill you both and you can hear Steven -you guessed by the accent- repeating frantic no's as he ducks out of the guns line of fire.

You took out your kalasag and shielded yourself and summoned your kris dagger on the other and leaned towards him -

"KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN OR I SWEAR TO THE GODS I AM NOT GOING TO REGRET ACCIDENTALLY KILLING YOU!" Was your only warning to the avatar before throwing your dagger to the driver on the other car by the driver seat.

You hit your target right on the eye just as your fucking partner took the gun he dropped awhile ago, leaned his hand on the side of your sheild and shot the passenger on the car driving by your side, blindly yet luckily hitting the guy.

His lack of attention to the wheel made the van skid, the force making you lose balance, once again, yelping as. you are tossed to the driver's side.

Although he was quick to turn the wheel back, you are now driving backwards.

You cuss more and more in fear, annoyance and fear- it's all just blending at the moment- but seeing the other car drive off the cliff, you cussed in victory.

"HAHAH! FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!"

"I'M DRIVING BACKWARDS!!" The high pitched, british accent squealed beside you and that's when you knew Steven is back again- you may not understand what in the actual fuck is happening but the pattern is not hard to miss-

"Ah yes, welcome back, honey bunch sugar pop-"

The vehicle shakes as the car bumps the front of your van. Steven yelps, both at the shaking and the gun on his hand and-

"PISTE NA- GILABAY JUD NIYA ANG PUSIL?!?!"'OH FUCKING COME ON- DID HE REALLY JUST THREW THE GUN?!?!' Ynaguinid is back and is obviously pissed at the move- while you just stared at the front where the gun had been thrown to.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!!" Squealed the man on the driver seat.

The car hits the front of the van once more, swerving the vehicle back to where its front should be. You grip to the handle by the broken windshield as Steven turns the wheel several times to control the van. It halts to a stop just as the car that just bumped you overtakes and blocks the road. Its passengers unloading one by one-

You look back and forth to the oncoming enemies and the struggling Steven as he tries to start the van. You tightly gripped your shield with heavy breaths, summoning your kampilan with the other, ready to fight again but the rumbling from the cliff above you stopped your plan- Tree trunks hitting the person, you look up just in time before a trunk hits your van and scrambled onto his lap, engulfing his head with your arms as you use your kalasag to shield your bodies from the heavy cylindrical boulders rolling from the cliff above you.

You curse loudly and groan at the transferred impact from the trunks to the magical shield, swaying along the van as it gets hit.

Then silence.

Heavy panting are the only things heard in the van as the rumbling stopped.

You swallow and look down at the man below you, the sharp and harsh gaze you've grown accustomed to looks back at you, and dare you say in worry.

Your position and proximity is not in your mind as you two share the air you're breathing in as you calm down. Because if it was, you would've been a blushing mess on top of the man. Your flushed state could be of fatigue or by the situation but fuck that-

"You better give a damn good explanation, Spector, before I leave you choking on your own saliva."

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Hope you guys enjoyed the reader insert re-write!!👀 This is not a direct sequel to Chap 1 tho(now named 'the sun meets the moon').

Anyways, feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments bellow and hope you guys have a good day/night!!💞💞

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