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Summary: in which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You’re tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he’s good enough for the team. That’s it. But it’s never that simple.
Warnings: None (I don’t think?) it’s really just a story full of fluff.
MARC SLOWLY WALKED out of your bedroom. He was nervously fiddling with the t-shirt that you had given him. His heart was pounding and he felt like he was going to have a panic attack, but he tried breathing through it. He knew he could do this - and he wanted to.
"There you are." You said sweetly as your eyes landed on the man.
"Here I am. ." He responded, scratching the back of his neck.
"Steven asked if he should be worried that you have men's clothes here." He said lightheartedly.
You laughed as you cooked, elegantly moving around the small kitchen. You set her spatula down and looked to the man.
"Is he. . Jealous?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly.
"Little bit." Marc felt the tension slowly leaving his body as you fell into comfortable banter.
"I assure you that Steven - and you - have nothing to worry about. I stole them from an old friend of mine back home." You said as your cheeks turned pink.
"Sorry, I don't mean to insinuate that you like me or have to like me. I was just -" You began to ramble as you tried to fix your mistake.
Marc smiled softly and closed the gap between the two of you, standing in front of your short person. He raised his hand hesitantly before wrapping it around yours.
"No, no. . I understand what you were saying." He assured you.
Your skin burned at his touch, in the best way possible. Steven was so lighthearted and silly, while Marc was mysterious and dark. It drove you crazy. You wanted to know everything about him.
"Well. . Good. Take a seat and I'll serve you." You told him, shooing him towards the table.
He happily obliged and took a seat, adjusting the sweatpants that hung on his hips. You set a plate in front of him consisting of a small stack of pancakes and waffles. You set syrup in the middle of the table before grabbing yourself a plate and sitting opposite of the man.
"I wasn't sure what you guys liked so I just made both." You said referring to the breakfast items, a nervous glint in your eyes.
"I'm good with anything. Steven prefers pancakes." He chuckled as he dug in.
"I'll keep that noted." You said as you tapped your head.
The two of you fell into a few minutes of comfortable silence before you decided to request something from him.
"So, Marc. Just like I asked Steven to, tell me about yourself."
"I - uh. There's really not much to tell." He told you.
You studied his reaction and saw the nervousness and uncomfortable look he suddenly held. You would have to take it much slower with Marc, you realized. He wasn't an open book like Steven.
"Let's start simple. Tell me this, what's your favorite movie? Because I already know how much Steven loves The Mummy."
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Marc was sat on the couch, waiting for you to find a particular blanket you were looking for. He watched you with humor in his eyes as you scurried around the apartment, looking for the item.
After a few minutes, you returned to the living room, wrapped up in a large fluffy blanket. You took a seat near the man and glanced at him.
"Sorry, I tend to misplace things." You giggled as you grabbed the remote and pressed play on the movie.
The two sat near one another, your knees almost touching. Marc glanced to you and back to the tv, contemplating what to do. Should he hold you? Or should he just stay where he was? He didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
"You can lay with me. . If you want?" You broke his train of thought. It was as if you could read his mind.
He looked over to you, to see you holding your arms open towards him. Without hesitation, he dove into your arms and laid his head on your chest. You giggled at his eagerness and wrapped your arms around him.
"I'm sorry. . You just don't know how long I've waited for this." He admitted in just barely a whisper.
"Really?" You asked with surprise.
He nodded his head in reply, resting his palm against your stomach. You bit at your lip before reaching up and running your fingers through his wild curls - causing him to let out a sigh of content.
You didn't press further and adjusted the blanket so it was covering the both of you. Your focus became engrossed in the movie and that's how you two spent their day off.
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You were stood at the museum gift shop, a clipboard in your hands as you examined the items for purchase. You had to keep rereading the words on the paper - as your mind was completely distracted with thoughts of Marc and Steven.
Your heart fluttered at the mere thought of the men, a smile always finding a way to your lips when thinking of them. You had come to the realization that you were inevitably falling in love. You knew you shouldn't be and you knew you should feel guilty - in a way you did. Would you ever be able to tell the boys the real reason you came into their lives? They would probably hate you.
That thought made your stomach drop. Should you just tell them now instead of pushing it off? You didn't know what to do. It was another instance of when Natasha would come to your rescue. But that was no more. And you certainly weren't going to ask Peter, the 15 year old, about it. You were on your own and it was nerve wracking.
"Love." The familiar sweet British accent rang in your ears, pulling you back to reality.
You spun on your heels, now facing an adorable Steven. His lips were broken into his toothy smile and all you wanted to do was plant kisses along his face. But you refrained - hardly.
"Hey, you." You beamed as you set your clipboard down and stepped towards him, gently tugging him closer by his jacket.
His curls were wild and unruly - and you loved them that way. His eyes carried bags underneath, alerting you to his lack of sleep. A frown immediately replaced your grin.
"You didn't sleep did you?" You asked him, your voice filled with worry.
You hadn't seen him in a day or two - ever since you met Marc for the first time. He had been busy with work and what you assumed was Moon Knight business.
"I uh. . no." He admitted, a frown now on his face.
"Well. . I guess you know what that means?" You tilted your head slightly as you asked him. He shook his head no and gave you a confused look.
"It means you have to sleep with me tonight." You told him, a smile popping back onto your lips.
Steven's eyes widened at your words. He knew what you meant, but he couldn't help but think about the other thing. He blushed deeply before smiling at you.
"That is very much needed." He told you, an eager look in his eyes.
"Marc says it's just what he needs." He added on with an eye roll, making you laugh.
"Tell Marc, there's enough of me for both of you this evening." You sent him a wink, knowing it would make the man blush even more.
"I uh -"
"Bye, love." You turned and grabbed your clipboard, walking away from the awestruck Steven.
He was stood stuck in his spot, his eyes wide with adoration and lust as he watched you walk away. Marc was rattling around inside his head, demanding him to go after you. Marc wanted to continue that conversation.
"No, no. I have work to do." Steven took a deep breath as he calmed himself, still watching your retreating figure.
"We gotta keep ourselves in control." He muttered to his alter before trudging towards the cash register.
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