It was past midnight and you still hadn’t heard from your boyfriend Marc. You knew he was Moon Knight and his job took up most of his time, but that didn’t stop the ñ anxiety from chirping in your stomach. You were so worried you couldn’t really sleep as of late. You paced the living room—sleep deprived and concerned—waiting till he got back. To your relief, he walked in through the apartment door.

His body was stiff, no doubt from the toll of literally fighting all night. His handsome features were hardened, his thick brows pinched together. His clothes were bloody, though you weren’t sure who’s blood it was—his or someone else’s, and his movements sluggish.

You knew he was tired in probably every way possible. Your heart softened at the sight and you felt a twinge of guilt.

His eyes meet yours and your breath catches. You think for a moment, maybe this conversation can wait. You didn’t want to do this when both of you could barely straight—

“What’re ya doing up? It’s late.” His tone was cold, his expression hard. You could tell he was aggravated from having to work for that bastard, Khonshu, but really? That’s all he had to say to you?