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Blue Phoenix ● Chapter 2 : The nice man at the cafe.

Fandom : Moon Knight.

Summary : You are 15 years old and you got superpowers after a mysterious accident. Now a vigilante in London, you meet Moonknight on one of your patrols. As you attempt to grieve your loved ones and live your teen/hero life as normally as possible, you discover that bad people are after you and you will need all the help you can get...

Warnings : death, grief, violence, (PTSD ?), mental health issues, blood, wounds, burns. Let me know if I missed any ;)

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You rubbed the long white scar on your left cheek, a gesture that had become familiar in the past few months. It was thick and stretched from the bridge of your nose to your jawline. Another "gift" from the accident besides your roasted arm and a few other scars all over your body.

You suppressed a yawn and observed the other students in your class talking and laughing with each other. None of them had tried to approach you and you were rather relieved. You were never good at making friends and, at the way they whispered and didn't even try to hide the curious looks they gave you, you tell yourself that this year will be even more difficult than the previous ones. You didn't care about what people thought of you : after all, they had no idea what you were going through and all those times you saved their lives as Blue Phoenix. You preferred to be alone and were too tired to strike up a conversation anyway.

You knew rumors were circulating about you during the four months you missed school. Wherever you went, you felt the eyes on your scarred face. Fortunately, no one knew about your burned arm (thanks to your long sleeves and your black leather gloves), otherwise it would be worse. You preferred to keep this detail to yourself after the accident and you were glad you did : it would have raised suspicions that you had the same burns as a masked vigilante. Everyone would have guessed that Blue Phoenix and you were the same person.

Chewing on the silicone straw of your flask, the only gesture that betrayed your anxiety, you followed the lessons with a distracted ear. You thought back about last night.

You still didn't really know who the man who saved you was. You knew he saved a hundred, maybe even a thousand, of people in Egypt two weeks ago. He also had powers and more experience than you, but that was it. Why was he here in London when he was in Egypt only a few weeks ago ? Why did he show you his face ? Could you trust him ? And why did the four criminals all have the same tattoo, these same scales ? There were too many unanswered questions.

You hoped not to see him again on your next patrol. You were sure that he would press you with his questions. He had already guessed that you weren't an adult and if everyone found out, you would lose all credibility as a vigilante. You also hoped he wouldn't steal your place as London's superhero. After all, it was the only thing that allowed you vent your frustration and distract you from your problems. If you lost that, you would drown in your dark thoughts and above all you didn't want the memories of the accident to come to the surface.

You wince in disgust as you think about how long it took you to get the blood out of your clothes. You stayed in the shower for a ridiculously long time, rubbing your skin and hair to remove the scarlet liquid. You wouldn't have been surprised to have some in your ears too. You promised yourself that there would never be missions like this ever again, but you knew that was being very optimistic.

You scratched your thigh where you had been injured last night. You cauterized and bandaged it as soon as you got home. Nevertheless, it continued to hurt you and you even limped a little. You also got a few bruises during the fight, a cut on the brow bone and a nose wound that you had quickly covered with a bandage. Unfortunately, you only had one Cinnamoroll bandage left, which earned you several mocking looks.

You looked up at the clock on the opposite wall. There were two hours left before the end of class. It was only the first day and you were already hesitating to skip the rest of the course.

You sighed for what felt like the thousandth time today and made a decision. You quickly gathered your things and stuffed them into your backpack. Your math teacher called your name as you walked out of class but you ignored him. You didn't even manage to last a whole day of school.

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Time passed with exasperating slowness. You were sitting in a park and eating your snack, scrolling on Tik Tok. You glanced at your watch seeing that you had to rush to go to work at the cafe. You started working there shortly after the accident, in dire need of money. Someone had to pay the bills and the groceries.

You were used to it now but you thought it would be harder to balance your double life, especially now that you were back in school. You didn't have much choice anyway.

You hurried back to your apartment and took a quick shower. You put on your uniform and put down a bowl full of food for your cat. You were hoping to pet her before leaving but she remained hidden. Seeing that there were less than twenty minutes left to get to the cafe, you came out of your flat, a croissant in your mouth and looking sullen.

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You were now at work, dressed in your uniform, which consisted of black trousers, a red shirt and a white apron with the logo of the cafe. You had been there for almost two hours and it was getting harder and harder to maintain a professional smile in front of rude customers. But you had no choice : your boss had already threatened to fire you several times if you didn't smile a little more.

Luckily, it was already your break, so you grabbed a donut and an iced latte and headed to your favorite spot by the window. You could see the British Museum further away from where you were. You had planned to go visit it when you had more time in front of you. You really loved history but you haven't had time to take more interest in it with the events of the last few months.

Staring into space, lost in thought, you didn't see the man standing in front of you, waiting to take his order, and bumped into him, spilling your coffee on your clothes.

"Merde," You mumbled in french, staring at the mess.

"Oh bollocks. I am so sorry. You alright ?"

You looked up at the man in front of you and froze. It was him. The man in white. He was standing right in front of you. For a brief second of panic, you felt your heart drop in your chest, paranoid thoughts flooding your mind. 'He found me,' You thought terrified.

You examined the man in front of you and calmed down a bit. He didn't seem to recognize you. He seemed... different. Last night, you were sure you heard him speak in an American accent. Now you heard a british one. Did you dream that part ?

His appearance was also a little different. He looked softer and timid and a little less confident and tense. He stood slouched and wore a blue shirt and a gray jacket. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the counter and frantically tried to wipe your clothes, constantly apologizing. You gently pushed him away and took the tissues from his hands. Maybe the vigilante in white had a twin ? It was definitely not the same guy as last night.

"Don't apologize, it's my fault. I was lost in my thoughts and I didn't see you. I am sorry," You told him embarrassed.

"No, it's me. I was on your way," He declared guiltily, rubbing his neck.

"Alright let's just say it's nobody's fault, okay ?" You knew if you didn't stop him now you'd both be spending the day apologizing.

He smiled shyly at you and offered to buy you another iced latte. You politely declined with a little smile and offered to take his order yourself instead, even though it was your break. Only then did he see the logo on your wet apron.

"Oh, you work here ?"

You answered in the affirmative and gave him a hesitant smile. He examined you a little more, which made you squirm in place, uncomfortably. He frowned, wondering why someone as young as you was already working. You interrupted the train of his thoughts by asking him what he would like to have while passing behind the counter and taking off your wet apron. Fortunately, the rest of your clothes had not been damaged too much.

He asked for a hot chocolate with oat milk and a grape muffin. You quickly handed them to him. Before he can take his wallet out of his pocket to pay you, you stop him.

"Don't worry, it's on the house, sir." You say giving him a polite smile. You were still embarrassed by the incident.

He hesitated for a second, then thanked you with a bright smile. He read aloud your name on your badge and wished you a good day.

You watched him walk away thoughtfully. 'What the hell was that ?'

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That evening, you came home from work, exhausted from your day and your many nights of patrol and insomnia, your legs like jelly. A meow was heard coming from your kitchen. You turned in that direction to meet the amber gaze of your cat sitting on the counter.

"Hey Moony."

She answered you with another meow, seeming to welcome you. You approached the counter to pet her. She was black and had a white ear, which immediately caught your attention when you went to adopt her at the shelter two months ago. She helped you in your moments of loneliness and you were happy to have her with you.

You fed her and quickly went through your evening routine before collapsing on your bed. In your state of fatigue, going on patrol was not an option.

“Tomorrow,” You whispered to reassure yourself before sinking into the soft embrace of sleep, your last thoughts drifting to the nice man at the cafe.

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It's really short, I'm sorry 😅 Thanks for reading <33

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