#ourgameends

      It was supposed to be a simple get in, get out job. Khonshu had told him where to go, pointed out who their target was and as his fist of vengeance, Marc was supposed to have taken them out. Stupidly, he had allowed himself to get a little too cocky by thinking it would be an easy job, one where he could get back home by the next day. Layla knew about his Moon Knight gig, it wasn’t something he hid from her unlike some of the other stuff he did hide. She wouldn’t be too happy that he had left her behind, she’d taken to coming on a few of his ‘missions’, especially when they involved ancient artifacts. Marc hoped she would understand why he’d left her behind on this occasion. Ever since ‘the snap’, tensions had been high and as capable as she was, he didn’t want her in the crossfire with this particular lowlife.

      The very fact he was now pinned to the floor and had a gun pressed against the back of his head was all the proof he would need that Layla was better off at home.

      Should have known coming to Sweden was a bad idea. Marc had never really liked the cold; too used to more humid and warm climates after being stationed in Iraq and then living in Cairo for years. His movements were more sluggish than they would usually be, and it had cost him the advantage he’d had in the fight. Come on Spector, think. He needed to think of a way out of this before he got a bullet to the brain. Khonshu’s armor was able to heal him, but he didn’t want to test out if it could withstand a bullet going through his head. He couldn’t die here, Layla was expecting him at home and if he died...so would Steven.

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      Marc cursed Khonshu under his breath. Couldn’t the old bird actually do something helpful instead of giving orders or making snide little comments? He hated that no matter what he did, it never felt like it was enough. He hated that despite knowing that, he still went along with whatever Khonshu asked of him, because he enjoyed what he was doing, and because this was as good as it would get for him. Marc didn’t deserve anything but this. ❝ Look, maybe we can work this out? ❞ Marc grunted as he was pistol whipped from behind, putting to rest any chance of talking them down. ❝ You really don’t want to do this, if you shoot me, you’re gonna have one very pissed off god to deal with. ❞

Wanda woke up in the middle of the night, still exhausted. Her first night back in her own bed since she’d started having contractions a few days earlier. They’d brought home their little girl and introduced her to her new home, her nursery. Since then, they’d spent their evening taking care of their daughter and trying to settle into their new lives as parents.

She noticed as she rubbed her eyes that the bed beside her was empty. Wanda sat up slowly, looking to the baby monitor on the side where she could hear quiet murmurs and baby gurgles. Throwing back the covers, she slipped on her dressing gown and padded from the bedroom to the nursery down the hall to confirm her suspicions.

Loki hoped that Steve didn’t know quite how long he had been standing there before finally speaking. There was a fascinating sort of intensity to the other man when he trained alone like this that drew Loki in, and to say that he was easy on the eyes would have been an understatement.  He hadn’t meant to stare, nor had he meant to ask about the scar, but somehow he had found himself leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching in silence for almost a full minute before drawing Steve’s attention.

they’ve  just  finished  carrying  all  of  loki’s  things  into  the  apartment,   and  thor  has  declared  this  a  moment  to  catch  their  breath  before  the  other  disappears  into  his  bedroom  to  begin  unpacking.   they’ve  only  met  a  few  times  before,   so  loki  could  tour  the  apartment  and  then  to  sort  out  the  lease,   and  thor  is  eager  to  get  to  know  the  person  he’ll  now  be  spending  so  much  of  his  free  time  around.   oddly  enough,   he  already  feels  at  ease  around  him.  ❛  hey,  do  you  want  a  beer?  ❜

Steve couldn’t help a smile on his face when he saw Tony half-asleep in his chair in his lab. So typical for him to work until he’d fall asleep. Walking over to him, he put a hand on his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his hair. “Come on, the bed is a lot more comfortable to sleep in.”

he didn’t have to dig deep to figure out that what he was about to do would put him in a whole lot of trouble if they knew he responsible. but tony knew they’d figure out that it was him eventually, after all who else had the brains to break into hydra and disable the security just long enough to free a norse god from his cell? perhaps he wouldn’t be their first guess, he hoped he wasn’t anyway, he was relying on that to make a good get away.

a single tap to his watch sent the security powering down as he took a right and moved down the hall to the room where he knew loki was being held. tony glanced back behind him just once before he stepped inside. they had about ten minutes to get out of there before the power would be up again, if they weren’t gone by then they’d be in trouble. a lot of trouble. in fact he might well end up joining loki in that cell if this failed.