closed starter for @kxtepryde
Heroes, villains, and vigilantes alike - it was difficult for each of them not to cross paths in a place like New York, so densely populated that people brushed shoulders with someone new every day. Marc felt it was safe to say he’d met most of them, and befriended (he hoped) some of them too, at this point. He’d been cycling between New York and Chicago for years, at the beck and call of whichever city called to the moon at that time.
While he was technically an Avenger and Defender first, Marc was a hero before anything else (he was a hero, Khonshu told him he was a hero, he did good, he saved lives). Which was why he did not feel guilty after his first meeting with members of X-Men, nor did he feel badly for slowly becoming acquaintances, then perhaps unlikely friends with one.
Shadowcat was something of an enigma. She was open in a way Marc had never been, even before his journey as Moon Knight. She was charismatic, easygoing, and abundantly herself. Marc envied her in a direction that he had never really looked too closely at. Pointedly, a few voices in his head gave their opinions, but Marc was getting better at ignoring the unhelpful commentary more and more every day.
Every now and again, when both of them found themselves with free time, Marc often suggested they catch up in their ‘secret hideout.’ It felt a bit childish to have something of a hideout when Marc was a billionaire and could easily invite the woman to his mansion or his penthouse apartment, but it was nice to have a little place no one else knew of but them.
A little base built into the side of a hill, measured with a secret door that only opened to a very, very secure 4-digit code (6-6-6-6), that was just for Moon Knight and his super-friends. Marc had gotten there early, decked out in his full Moon Knight costume, a pressed, white suit and tie, mask firmly in place, and waited patiently for Shadowcat to arrive. When the oh-so-secret door shuttered open with a click, Marc couldn’t help but feel a bit like a labrador, his tail wagging happily behind him at seeing his friend again.
“Cat!” A smile could be heard through his voice as he abruptly stood from his chair, the thing rolling away from him with a light echo of wheels, and Marc glared at it momentarily before moving toward Shadowcat, “It’s been some time, hasn’t it? I’m glad you could make it.”
