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Layla steps out of the elevator, holding 2 paper bags full of groceries for dinner. Marc doesn’t like shopping and Steven gets anxious in social situations so she went out alone. After fumbling with the keys for a few moments she finally got the door open. Layla starts walking to the kitchen area to set the bags down, “Ok, I got the ingredients for this meal I wanna try. I even got some for an alternative option that’s vegan and I think you’ll really enjoy it, Steven” she turns around with a smile before it drops a bit. ‘Steven’ is pacing in front of the couch while rubbing his knuckles anxiously. His shoulders are tense and eyebrows furrowed. He jumps when they make eye contact like he never heard her come in. “Marc?” she asks hesitantly, but the mannerisms are off. Marc would have greeted her with a ‘hey, baby’ and a kiss or at least some type of acknowledgment.

She takes a step forward while he takes one back, eyes never leaving each other. “You’re the third one? Aren’t you?” she asked quietly, not wanting to startle him further. His gaze falls to the ground as if contemplating his options. A few more beats pass before he gives a small and jerky nod, “Si” he mumbled so quietly she almost missed it. Spanish? That’s not what she quite expected. Though Steven was English so she wasn’t really sure what she thought. “I’m Layla, but you already knew that, didn’t you? I saw you back in Cairo” she speaks slowly, still walking closer. 

Layla stopped about 3 feet away to still give him some space. “I’ve been around far longer than that, señorita” he admits, a small smirk on his lips. After Cairo, she really got to know Marc and Steven better. She is now able to tell them apart before they even spoke. It’s so fascinating to see how different both, well all three of them were. The way he held himself was even different. He came off as confident though she could tell there was some fear and anxiety beneath the layers. “Do I get to know your name?” she asked. The man shuffled where he stood, breaking eye contact. Layla has also learned that patience is key when dealing with them. There have been several times when she accidentally pushed too far which forced a switch or fight to happen. She stood there patiently, he didn't know her and he was already uncomfortable. She has to be careful.

“Me llamo Jake. Jake Lockley'' he spoke softly, hesitantly making eye contact again. She offers a smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Jake. I’m sure Marc and Steven would like to do the same. How come you haven’t introduced yourself?” Jake begins to shake his head, tensing again, already putting his walls back up. “No, no, no, I can’t do that. That’s not a part of my job. That’s not what I’m made for'' he says. Layla takes another step, tentatively holding his hands in her own. “I want to get to know you, they want to get to know you, Jake” she tries to convey as much sincerity and comfort as she can, making sure to hold eye contact. His eyes search hers before all the muscles in his face relax. His eyes roll back for a brief second before blinking rapidly.

“Oh, hey love! When did you get back?” Steven answers cheerfully, though confused. Layla frowns at the disappearance, she pushed too far again. She takes a deep breath before looking back up at him again, “What do you remember?” Steven’s smile starts to fall, “I was just washing the dishes b-before…I mean, I assumed Marc took over and I got pushed away by accident. I couldn’t even come near the front” he explains, trying to come up with a logical solution. Their face goes blank for a second before it's Marc holding her shoulders, “Did you meet him? Did he hurt you at all?” his voice was panicky as he looked over her. 

She grabbed his hands and raised them to her lips, placing a soft kiss on them. Marc used his thumb to stroke her cheek and take a deep breath. “I’m ok” she assured. “Oh! Did you meet the other guy? Is that what happened? What did he say?” Steven switched back in. She chuckles at his realization, “I just came back from getting the groceries and he was pacing in front of the couch. I could tell it wasn’t either of you and we talked for a bit before he left and Steven came back.” 

“Did he share anything with you? His name perhaps?” Steven asked. “Or why hasn't he reached out to us yet?” Marc mutters. “He spoke Spanish, and said his name was Jake Lockley. When I try to push on why he hasn’t spoken up he said it’s because he wasn’t made for it and it wasn’t his job. I’m not sure what that really meant,” she explained. Marc runs a hand through his curls, “It’s like the different d.i.d terms and shit we looked up the other day. Steven’s like the caretaker and I’m the host, I guess. But what would his job even be? All he’s done is murder people” he huffed. Before Layla could defend the new alter, Steven switched in, “Hey now! We don’t even know the bloke, let’s not judge before we even talk to the guy.” “From what I saw he just seems like a nice and anxious guy. You gotta give him a chance and just talk everything out” Layla jumped in.

Steven suddenly gasps, making her jump, before running over to his desk and looking for something. “I have an idea!” he cheers, still rummaging through the mess on his desk. She assumes that Marc said something only Steven can hear since he laughed, “It’s a great idea, mate!” He walks back over to Layla, holding a notebook and 3 different colored pens, a big smile on his face. “We can use this to update each other whenever we wanna talk or make sure the other isn’t confused when they front! I’ll be blue, Marc can be green, and Jake can use red. Unless you wanna object?” Silence. “Worth a shot,” he shrugs. “Steven, I really don’t think this will work-” 

“Nonsense! I’ll just write this fellow a lil note, introducing myself…how we’d really like to meet him and work on communication” he begins to write, “You gotta say something too, Marc”. Marc rolls his eyes before grabbing the green pen, “There.” Layla laughs at Steven’s exasperated face. “Fine,” he mumbles, ripping the page out and using a magnet to stick it to the fridge.

Hi there, Jake! I’m Steven Grant but I’m sure you know that. It would be really nice if we could talk and get to know each other. They say communication is key for a system, you know. But if you’re not ready for that, then that’s ok! We can start small, like what’s something you like? Hopefully we’ll meet soon, mate.

~Steven

We need to talk and address everything.

-Marc

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Days go by without any signs of the third mysterious alter. That is until a slight change to their fridge catches Steven’s eye. He quickly forgets what he was originally doing in favor of rushing over to it, almost tripping over the coffee table. “Marc! Marc, come on you bloke!” He calls out loud, a smile growing on his face. “Steven? What’s wrong?” Marc’s groggy voice says, beginning to appear in the reflection of the sink. “Look mate! The notes we wrote are gone, that means he saw them!” he shares excitedly. Marc crosses his arms as his eyebrows pinch together, “Are you sure they didn’t just fall down?” he reasons. Steven rolls his eyes, always the pessimist, as he looks around the small kitchen floor. “If it fell then it would be somewhere on the floor” he mumbles, eyes drifting up to the counter.

The notebook sat near the edge, the red pen laying on top of it. A comically loud gasp comes from Steven, “Oh my days! Marc, he wrote in it, I told you it was a good idea!” Marc rolls his eyes as Steven quickly scoops up the notebook, flipping to the first page.

Lo siento, but I can’t

I like muffins

~ Jake

His handwriting was messier, though Marc’s was still worse in Steven’s opinion. You can tell by the spacing that he answered Steven’s question as an afterthought. Marc switches in with a deep frown on his face, throwing the book back onto the counter. “Is this guy serious? You can’t just take the body for god knows what and not even explain yourself or talk to us!” he rants, bitterness laced in his voice. Steven stares at him with a deadpan look as Marc runs a hand through their curls, “What?!” he snapped. Steven rests a hand on his chin as he pretended to think, “Wow, I truly wonder what this situation reminds me of. I just can’t believe it honestly, mate.”

…

Marc’s eyes widen at the realization, “Ok- well that was different” he tries to reason, stumbling over his words. “How? It seems pretty much identical to me, which is why we should give him a chance to explain himself. I hated you when we first met and didn’t understand why you did what you did. Let's give the same chance to Jake, yea?” Guilt began to fill Marc as his eyes drifted to the ground. Steven had a point. But they’ve also seen this guy murder multiple people. Then again, so has he. Marc closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back up to Steven’s hopeful look. “You’re right… maybe we can leave another note and try to build up trust until he’s ready” he finally states. Steven smiles more, “That sounds like a great idea, bruv! I can make him some muffins too. He seems to back away more when we ask deep questions so let's try to keep it light.” Steven takes back control to start rummaging through the kitchen.

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Jake lands on the roof of their flat with a thud. He groans in pain as he rolls onto his back. Wind harshly blows past him, making him groan again but with annoyance. “Maldita sea, what do you want?” he rolls his eyes. Khonshu stands over him, staff in hand, disappointment and frustration radiating off of him. “ You are too careless when you fight ” the god scoffs, shaking his head. Jake sits up, holding back a wince, “I thought that’s why you liked me the most” he smirks. “You always heal me anyway,” he finally stands, facing the god. Khonshu holds his hand out, relief immediately filling Jake’s muscles and bones. “ Yes, but you fail to realize that my power is not limitless. You are already a broken worm, why do you wish to break yourself further? Your recklessness is your strength and weakness. Marc was better at balancing that ”

Jake’s head snapped up at him, “Ey! Don’t mention his name, they are no longer doing any work for you” his voice dropped as his glare sharpened. Jake shook his head before turning to climb through the loft’s window. Unfortunately Khonshu is a god Jake remembers as he reappears in the cramped living space. Hunching down and leaning against his staff, “ I am beginning to believe that will change soon, they are growing suspicious. Your part of the deal is that they will not interfere and you will do as I say no matter what. Both of those promises are being broken .” 

Jake dismisses the midnight black suit, the wraps slowly disappearing. He is left in his cap, the only thing that he can call his, and the clothes Steven wore to bed. His shoulders were hunched and tensed, “I have it under control-”

Khonshu slams his staff loudly onto the ground, “ YOU DON’T! And that is the problem. They know of your existence and are trying to converse with you .” Jake’s shoulders slump as his gaze falls to the ground. He didn’t know that Khonshu was aware of the different notes he’s been left with. “...I haven’t responded-”

Once again Khonshu interrupts him, “ Do you take me for a fool? I am a God you insolent and insignificant parasite ” he seethed, stalking closer to Jake. He backs up until his back hits the counter and Khonshu’s beak is mere inches from his eye. He breathes heavily as the god stares him down, he hates to admit it but fear is starting to creep up his spine. Jake tilts his head to the side to try and put some distance between them. In the corner of his eye he can see a container filled with muffins and a note resting on top of it. 

His attention is immediately drawn back to Khonshu when his throat is suddenly being squeezed, air becoming very difficult to take in. Jake scratched and grabbed at the god’s arms and wraps but he doesn’t let up on his hold. “ You will obey our deal or suffer the consequences. I know your mind inside and out, do you want me to throw those worms into a loop of your most hidden memories? ” the god threatens, his grip growing even stronger. Jake holds on tightly to his boney fingers, shaking his head the best that he could. Even though he doesn’t have the proper mechanisms to smile, Jake could tell that’s what he’s doing. “ Good. You are to cease contact with them, make it seem like you disappeared. Then you must complete the next mission. I estimate it will take 2 moon cycles .”

Khonshu loosens his grip right as his vision starts to black out so that he can answer. Jake gulps several deep breaths of air before speaking, “D-dios…t-that’s such a long time, w-what about Steven’s job? A-and they’re like my brothers I can’t-” The hand tightens around his throat again, “O-ok ok, I’ll do it! Por favor deje de!” he begs. Khonshu drops him to the ground, standing to his full height. Jake falls onto his hands and knees, one arm holding his body weight up as the other rubs against the bruise already forming around his neck. “ I am happy to hear that you remember your place. Do not step out of it again, worm. I will be back for you in a few nights ” at that the god disappears into a thin cloud of smoke. 

Jake stays on the ground, trying to catch his breath back. His hand slowly closes into a fist as anger fills him. He eventually stands up on shaky legs and walks to the bathroom. His hands grip the sides of the sink tightly, “Mierda!” he growls. His eyes finally trail up to the mirror and his heart drops. His own reflection wasn’t there, instead Marc and Steven stood on each side of it. Steven held his hand over his mouth as he looked at him with concern and pity. Marc’s face looked pale as he just stared. 

For a few moments no one spoke, they were startled when Jake punched the wall before pulling at his hair and muttering in spanish. “Jake! Hey! It’s ok, mate” Steven tried to comfort. Jake began to hyperventilate, this is horrible. Beyond horrible. “It’s not ok!” he yelled, “Nada de esto está bien! How much did you both see? Please tell me-”

“...Why are you still working with Khonshu?” Marc quietly spoke up. He felt conflicted, he doesn’t want to believe a part of him is some ruthless murderer but… “After everything he’s done to me? To us? I assume you know everything right? You seem like you’ve been around a lot longer than I thought” Marc says, shoulders sagging. Jake looks at Marc with sad eyes as his arms drop to his sides. “Marc, we can’t blame him for something we don’t have the full story to-”

“I’m not blaming him for anything, that’s why I’m asking. Because I don’t understand any of this” he laughs, though there was no humor. Jake sighs, both hands covering his face as he weighs his options. He was backed into a corner, he couldn’t lie straight to their faces like this. “Trust me, I don’t want to do this… When you broke your deal with Khonshu, I wasn’t included in the release. He knew of me long before you both did. As you saw, I’ve been forced into doing these missions for him in return he keeps you both safe and healthy. I-i had to take that deal” he finally explained. Steven gasps and Marc’s eyes widen when they realize what he meant.

“I-I’m so sorry, you’ve been dealing with that pigeon because of me” Steven says, voice cracking from his emotions. “It’s not your fault, hermano. It’s neither of your faults. I kept my existence hidden for a reason” Jake comforts. Marc speaks up again, “Maybe there’s a way we can get you free. We don’t need him-”

“We do!...I-I do. Without him I can’t protect us anymore. There’s threats now that I can’t stop. Look what happened when Khonshu got banished, we died. I-I can’t let that happen, no otra vez. I deserve this anyway, I’m bad. I-I enjoy hurting people, it’s all I know” tears pooled in Jake’s eyes.

“Hey! Stop that, you, nor any of us, deserve to be in servitude to this manipulative pigeon!” Steven explodes, “I believe that you are good, you’re a part of us ok? We can work together and find a way to free you. Just because we were hurt in the past doesn’t mean we deserve it now. So let us help you, Jake! We can do this” his eyes brighten with passion. “Steven’s right, we shouldn’t have to serve that bird anymore. We can do good and help people without him. I’m sorry for judging you and not understanding before. With all of us working together, plus Layla, we can get you out. Let us try, Jake.” Jake swallows the lump in his throat from how passionate each of them sounds. He looks back up at both of them, nodding.

“Ok. I trust you, hermanos”

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Layla stands patiently outside of the loft’s door as she waits to be let in. She should really ask for a key one of these days. As she raises her fist to knock again, a loud thud can be heard along with a muffled “Oh my days!” Layla stifles a laugh before calling out, “Steven, you ok? Are you able to let me in?” The door suddenly whips open to reveal a disheveled Marc. His eyes were wide and looked unfocused as he leaned against the door frame for support. “H-hey baby” he offers a small smile. Layla pushes his curly hair away from his eyes, “You ok? What happened to Steven? I thought I heard him.”

His eyes fluttered for a moment before Steven appeared, “Sorry, love. I was here but it’s like every minute-”

Another blink. Marc groans, rubbing his temples, “Then that happens…” Layla frowns as she cups his jaw, noticing how sweaty and unsteady they are. “How about we sit down and you try to explain?” Marc(?) nodded as she closed the door behind her and led them to the couch. Marc(?) holds his head in his hands as he leans forward, Layla rubbing his back. “You guys ok?” she asked hesitantly. “Could be better,” Steven answered as he lifted his head to look at her. “Today has been bonkers! Haven’t been able to get anything done, we just keep switching randomly.”

“Like it’s not even voluntary, if I try to leave the front then I just get yanked back here-” Marc jumps in. Steven groans again, “It’s starting to cause a massive headache.” Layla frowned as she began to massage their back, “That doesn’t sound fun, I’m sorry. Has this ever happened before?” Marc lets out a low groan as he massages his temples, “No, not since Steven and I have been talking more. That’s why I don’t get why this is happening now. I’m sorry we can’t go out like you wanted.” 

“Don’t be, never be sorry for this. I know you guys can’t control it and we can always reschedule, it’s no big deal! How about you try to eat something and I’ll get something to help with the headache? We can just cuddle and watch Tv,” Layla smiles. Marc doesn’t answer immediately, presumably talking to Steven, “…Y-yeah, that sounds really good actually.” Layla stands up and places a kiss on his forehead, “Great! You guys just sit there and I’ll get everything ready. Just take it easy, ok?” Before she turns to walk away, a hand grabs her wrist and gives it a small squeeze. “Thank you, love,” Steven gives her a small smile. She rubs her thumb over his knuckles and smiles back, “Of course, now sit back and relax.”   

Steven lets go of her arm, leaning back into the couch with a deep sigh. Layla turns and heads towards the small bathroom. She opens the mirror and grabs a small bottle. Layla guns softly to herself as places the bottle and a glass of water in front of him before heading towards the kitchen. There wasn’t much in their fridge, which she’ll scold them about later, but she made do. 

After about half an hour, Layla walked back into the living room with a tray in her hands. It had 2 bowls of soup and a small plate of crackers with cheese. She sets it down on the coffee table before sitting next to them. She couldn’t tell who was fronting since their head rested on the back of the couch with their eyes closed. “Hey,” she spoke softly, “I made you something light and easy to eat. You should get something in your system to help with the headache.” They sit up and rub their eyes sleepily, almost childlike, Steven. “Thank you, again. You’re too kind to us, love,” he smiles softly. He sits up and grabs one of the bowls, humming happily as he tastes it. “You guys deserve to be pampered every once in a while,” Layla picks up her own bowl and begins to eat, “Are you feeling any better?”

Steven swallowed as he fidgeted with the spoon, “It’s sorta better. We figured out a way to suppress the switches, though it causes a migraine. But at least we’re not getting tossed to the front and confusing you!” He tried to smile. Layla frowns, “Confusing me? You shouldn’t make yourself uncomfortable just because of me. Switch or don’t switch as many times as you need, I’m here to help in any way I can.” She takes both of their bowls and sets in on the table before cupping his pouty face. “I love you for who you are, no matter what. I want you to feel comfortable around me and not hide something that’s such a big part of who you are,” she continues. Tears well up in Steven’s eyes but he blinks them away, “I love you.” Layla rubs her thumbs over his cheeks as she smiles, “I love you, too. Now, lay down and we can watch a movie.” Steven nodded softly, pressing a kiss to her palm before pulling away. Layla sits back against the couch as Steven begins to lay down, resting his head on her thighs. She grabs a blanket that folded up behind her and places it over their bodies. Once they find a movie to watch they settle into a comfortable silence. Layla uses one hand to run through Steven’s curls and scratch lightly at his scalp, while the other rubs soothing circles on his back. Their body immediately relaxes at the touch, one hand coming up to caress Layla’s thigh as he breathes deeply.  

The calm and peaceful environment goes on for about an hour. Layla never stops her caresses, even when their body twitches every once in a while from switching. However, the calm doesn’t last forever. Layla jumps when their body suddenly sits up from her lap, eyes wide and confused as they put some distance between the 2 of them. They groan as they pinch their nose and hold their stomach. “Holy shit, I almost threw up…” Layla lets them have a moment to collect themselves as she sits up too. She keeps the distance out between them in case they’re in a fragile mindset, “Are you ok?” She couldn’t quite tell who was fronting yet. But their posture was rigid and more tense, they also tried their best not to touch her. “…Jake?” She guessed

“Sí,” he muttered, still keeping his eyes closed. Her relationship with Jake has been improving, slowly but surely. She’s still married to Marc and dating Steven, but Jake seemed to be anxious around her and didn’t know how to interact with her. They had a talk not too long ago about their relationship. Jake doesn’t wish to date her while he is still figuring out who he is as a separate person and still getting to know Marc and Steven. Layla continues to reassure him that they’ll take things as slow as he needs. 

She asks softly, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Jake swallows the bile that came up and slowly opens his eyes, taking a look around. “Is there any danger? I was pretty far back when I got thrown up here,” he says. His voice was deep and scratchy, his Spanish accent thick. Layla shakes her head, “No, everything and everyone is ok. We were just watching a movie. Though Marc and Steven have been having a pretty bad switch day, that’s probably why you feel nauseous.” Jake nods slowly at her words, “Oh. Lo lamento, for interrupting. I usually have a better handle on these types of things but it seems like my hermanos are tired from all the back and forth.” Layla opens her hand and Jake hesitantly takes it. She rubs over his knuckles as he finally makes eye contact. “You didn’t interrupt anything. You’re welcome to come out anytime and I’m happy to spend some time with you,” she smiles. The left corner of his mouth turns up as he looks away, “Gracias, I forgot how…good you are.” Jake leans back against the couch, slowly relaxing as he crosses his arms over his chest. Layla sits back too, turning her body to face him more.

“That just means we have to get to know each other more,” she says, propping her head up with her arm. Layla smirks as she sees a blush begin to creep up his face as he glances up at her. “I’d like that…is there anything you want to know?” She hummed, thinking of a question. “Oh, I got one! Where do you guys go when you switch, like where’s Steven and Marc now? Sorry if that’s like personal or anything,” she quickly adds, not wanting to push on a sensitive subject. Jake waves a hand, “No, no, está bien. They are in their rooms, sleeping.” 

“Rooms?” Layla asked, an eyebrow lifting. “Sí, our um…cuál es la palabra…inner world! In our inner world, or our brain, the layout is pretty much the same as the loft thanks to Steven. It used to just be black or a hospital loco. Though,” he points down the hall, “that hallway is much, much longer. Marc’s room is where the bathroom would be and Steven a bit farther. My room used to be very far but it’s been moving and getting closer. Past all that is different memories and dark spots…I’m the only one who knows how to navigate everywhere.”

Layla listens intently, nodding her head and following his finger. “Wow,” she murmured, “that’s so fascinating.” Jake huffs out a small laugh, “I guess it is kinda fascinating, when it’s not your everyday reality. Any other questions,” he teases. Layla hums again, “How does fronting work? That’s another thing I’ve always been curious about.” Jake opened his mouth before closing it again, trying to find the words to explain it. “That’s a hard one. It’s sorta like the Tv is our eyes, by fronting I’m sitting on the couch and holding the remote. When my hermanos are near it’s like they’re sitting with me but not touching the remote. Sometimes it gets too crowded or the remote is only oh so big and when multiple hands are trying to hold it things get confusing. Eso tiene algún sentido?”

“I think I got the jist of it, that’s honestly so fascinating,” she smiles, excitement radiating off of her smile. Jake couldn’t help but smile back, “I’m glad I could help you understand more.” His smile then falls as he fidgets with his hands, reminding Layla of Steven’s nervousness. “Marc y Steven are still asleep. I can rest on the bed or even leave until they come back-“

“Now why would you do that? If you’re ok with it, the two of us can finish the movie and hang out,” Layla quickly cuts him off. Jake picked at the skin under his nails, “A-are you sure? I know I'm not your marido or novio…” Layla gently grabs his hands, giving it a small squeeze, “Jake Lockley, I love and care about you so much. Whether that’s romantically or platonically is up to you. I don’t care that you’re not Steven or Marc, I want to hang out with you, Jake. If you’d have me of course.” Jake looks up at her with sad, and teary eyes. “I-…gracias, I would like to stay… A-and watch a movie with you, Layla,” he spoke softly, voice rough from emotions. Layla uses her hand to push him back into the cushions of the couch. She then does the same for herself as she grabbed the remote. Once she put on a movie she thought Jake would like, she laid her head on his shoulder. “Is this ok?” Layla asked quietly, keeping her eyes on the screen. She couldn’t see the smile and blush grow on Jake’s face as he pulled her legs into his lap, laying his own head on top of hers.

“More than”

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Since Steven was off from work today, Layla convinced him to clean up the loft and get rid of all of the unnecessary junk. After a long talk with all 3 of them, they decided that Layla would move back in soon and she would definitely need room for all of her things. However, Layla is beginning to think that Steven has a hoarding problem. 

 “No, no, no! You can’t throw that away,” Steven whined, quickly grabbing the stack of papers from Layla’s hands. Layla huffed, “Steven! You haven’t let me throw anything away. What even are these papers?” He hugged the papers close to his body as he looked away from her, “...I don’t know for sure, but they are important!” Layla stared at him with a dead-pan expression, “Steven. You gotta get rid of something, where else am I going to put my stuff?” Steven looks over at the fish tank, his gaze quickly becoming a glare. “What?! I do not have a hoarding problem, Marc!” That’s when said alter switched in, looking down at the stack in his hands. “Steven, these are just random notes from who knows how long ago. When was the last time you even looked at these?” Marc asked. Steven switched back in, frowning, “...Not since last year when I was going through my Greek mythology phase.”

 Layla takes a step closer, rubbing his arm soothingly, “How about we try making piles? I think it’ll help you be less overwhelmed with everything. We can have one for things to keep, another for undecided, and then one for stuff you haven't looked at for over a year. Then you can decide if you want to keep that stuff or not. Does that sound ok?” Steven is silent for a few moments; she notices how he fidgets with the papers as his eyes darted around the overflowing shelves around the room. “Yeah, I guess we can try that. I don’t know why I’m being all weird about everything. Sorry, love,” he said. Layla moved her hand from his arm to cup his face, thumb rubbing over his cheek as he leaned into the touch. “You have nothing to apologize for, Steven. I’m happy to help and take things as slowly as you need,” she said with such sincerity. Marc then switched in, pressing a kiss to her hand, “What did we ever do to deserve you?” Layla smiled and kissed his cheek, “Come on, let’s try to clear out at least a few shelves today.”

 It took some time, but they eventually started to make progress. Steven was still reluctant to throw most things away, but they did manage to make 3 piles like Layla suggested. Layla walked around the living space with a bag, collecting actual trash while she left Steven and Marc to do the actual sorting. She could hear them muttering to each other as they sorted through Steven’s desk.
 “Like the amount of papers you have stuffed everywhere is insane to me,” Marc mumbled, going through one of the desk’s drawers. “Oh my days, shut up. It’s not even that bad,” Steven rolled his eyes. He picked up a stack of envelopes and shuffled through them. “Bills, newspaper, and a whole lotta nothing… wait, what's this?” He held up an unopened envelope and flipped it over, reading the front, “Elias Spe-”

 Steven was quickly cut off by Marc switching in and clenching the letter in his hand. His breath began to quicken, “This is trash, we can throw this away immediately actually.” He flinched as Layla rested her hand on his shoulder, “You guys ok over here?” Marc nodded his head as he turned to face her, trying to give a convincing smile. “We’re fine, just throwing this away,” he muttered. Layla frowned, “How do you know its trash if you haven’t opened it?” 

 “That’s what I said! But Marc won’t let me open it,” Steven pouted. “Because it’s not important! Why can’t we just leave it at that?” Marc quickly cut in. Layla stared at him for a few moments, noticing how he seemed to grow more on edge. His fingers wrapped around the letter tightly, knuckles turning white at the force of the grip. “Marc…?” she started, but he turned out of her grasp. “Actually, we could burn it for all I care. We should focus on finishing up this shelf,” Marc mutters. Steven switched back in, though he couldn’t get control of the hand holding the letter. “Hey! We said no more secrets, especially from each other. Who’s Elias? Is he an old mercenary friend or something?” he questioned.

 Layla racked through her memories, not remembering Marc mentioning an Elias. Before she could also question him, the body relaxed for a second before looking down at the letter in his hand with pure disgust and…hatred? Layla only grew more concerned and confused. “Jake? Did we accidentally push Marc too far? I didn’t know it was sensitive-”

 “Marc is fine, still close to the front. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he mumbles, glancing up at her before staring at the paper again. She was still getting to know Jake, he didn’t come out often when she was around. Though he agreed to be friends until they got to know each other more. Jake glances at the fish tank too, she assumed Steven or Marc was talking to him. He released a long breath and muttered so quietly she almost missed it, “Elias Spector, also known as our father. That’s who the letter is from.”

 Layla paused at the information, Marc never talked about his parents, or any family, much when they first got together. “Our dad? I didn’t know he was alive, o-or that we still talked to him after…y’know,” Steven said, looking at the letter with wide eyes. He went to open the envelope but was suddenly switched out with Jake. He clenched the letter tightly in his hand again, face almost seething. “We don’t! He’s a coward of a man and an even worse father. Moriría feliz si no volviera a hablar con él!” 

 She didn’t know the details and the full extent of their childhood, but she had a basic idea from Steven. He had explained a bit of what they saw in the Duat before Marc said he wasn’t ready to share everything yet, which she respected of course. Layla knew their mother was abusive but nothing about their father. She didn’t know what to say exactly, especially since they were already on edge, and it was a sensitive topic. Fortunately, Steven piped in before she could gather her thoughts.

 “Don’t say that, I’m sure he did his best-” Steven started before Jake cut him off. “His best?! If that’s his best I’d hate to see his worst,” he laughed humorlessly. “He tried to talk to her and calm things down. I saw the memories,” Steven reasoned. “Stop making excuses for them! He wasn’t our father. A father would protect his son, a father would get us away from the danger not keeping us in that house, and a father would stick up for us. He called us loco just like she did and sent us away!” Jake shouted. He paced around the living space as he spoke, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Layla felt her heart hurt as she hesitated to walk over to them. She already knew Jake was iffy about touch and they obviously needed to talk about this. 

 Steven took a few deep breaths to help regulate their breathing and emotions before speaking softly. “Jake…I’m not excusing what either of them did, I just…I’d like to know what he said, and I think you and Marc would benefit too. What if there was more to his side? What if he wanted to apologize? And we don’t have to forgive him of course, that depends on all of our thoughts, but we could use some closure to properly heal. Don’t you think?” It’s silent for a few moments, a few tears fall down their face. Layla can’t tell who's fronting since they’re so still. She slowly walks next to them, standing at their side, letting them decide if they want to touch or not. A shaky hand slowly grasps hers, “I…I want to at least read what he had to say, then we can decide on what to do. If that’s ok?” Marc quietly asks. Layla squeezes his hand gently, resting her head on his shoulder.

 “Of course we can do that, bruv. Jake and I will be right here with you as always.” Layla nods in agreement, “And I’ll be here too, whatever you need just say the word. Whether that’s space, a hug, or anything.” Marc squeezes her hand tightly, “Please don’t leave. I definitely want you here…Jake?” He sighs heavily, “...You have the final say, hermano. I’ll be here protecting you either way.” 
 They stand there in the somber environment for a few moments, Marc basking in the warmth of Layla’s side and the comfort of Jake and Steven close by. He takes a deep breath before opening the envelope with shaky hands. He scans over it slowly, tears slowly falling. Layla wipes away each tear with her sleeve, avoiding looking at the letter in case they didn’t want to share. Eventually, they slowly drop the letter on the desk, not speaking. “You guys ok? Anything I can do?” she asked softly. She watches them breathe deeply as they get that far away look in their eye. They were probably talking to each other or trying to relax. She waits patiently, rubbing her thumb over his hand comfortably. 

 “He wants to meet with me…he actually wants to see me after everything and apologize,” Marc mumbles, he hands the letter to her and rubs his hands together nervously. She scans over it quickly as her free hand keeps rubbing Marc’s hand. The letter just says that Elias misses his son, he’s sorry and would love for him to come over so they could talk. “I’m not going to say much because I wasn’t there and I don’t know your relationship with him. But whatever you decide, I’ll support you as much as I can,” she says, moving to rub his back in a comforting manner. “I think…I’d like to meet him. I just want to know what he has to say. I like what Steven said, I want all of us to have closure. I haven’t been back there since…anyways, I want to know what you guys think,” he says, speaking to Steven and Jake.

 “I think that’s a great idea, bruv. I think it could really do us some good. And, if I could be selfish for a moment, I really want to. You both have memories of him and her, but I don’t. I just see what you guys show me. I’d like to get to know him myself, have memories that are mine…if that makes sense,” Steven says, rubbing his hands together nervously. Layla looked up at him, “Jake? Do you have any thoughts?”

 He’s quiet for a moment as he scowled down at the floor, “I don’t like this and I don’t trust him.” Jake sighed heavily and rubbed his face, “But if this is what you two want to do and think it’ll help then fine. But if he does anything I don’t like, we’re leaving, no questions asked. Entiendo?” Layla nodded and went to take her hand off Jake’s back. She was surprised when he grabbed her wrist and held her hand still. “I thought you didn’t like touching?” she asked, double-checking that he’s ok. He shook his head, “From strangers. I know you…and trust you. Plus it’s grounding. Our head is starting to hurt from all the switching but we don’t want you only getting a third of the conversation.”

 Layla frowned as she continued to rub his back. “I’m glad you can trust me, but don’t strain yourselves for my benefit. You can always fill me in later.” Jake shrugged as his eyes fell shut, taking deep breaths. It’s silent for a few moments, Steven’s the one to break it. “Should we tell him? About all 3 of us, I mean?” 

 “Yes,” Marc quickly answers, “I’m done hiding myself from him. If we’re going there to talk, I want to get everything out. You two shouldn’t have to hide, we’re doing this right.” Layla grabbed her phone and pulled up one of her contacts, “ I can easily get us passports and a flight. When do you want to leave?” She watches his face, she could tell they were discussing it in their head. “In two weeks, it gives Steven enough time to talk to his boss and Jake has to take care of a few things.” She sends the text with a nod, “Perfect, I’ll be right with you the whole time, ok?” Marc nodded and pressed a kiss to her temple, “I don’t deserve you…” Layla shook her head, placing a kiss on his jaw, “Yes you do. All of you deserve so much and I’m going to give you everything I can to make that happen. We’re in this together.” They rested their foreheads together, Layla hugging him tightly, hoping all 3 of them could feel it. 

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 They had just gotten out of the cab, parked right outside of his childhood home. Layla was grabbing their bags from the trunk as Marc stared up at the house. His hands were shaking at his sides as he felt his throat start to close up. “I can do this, I can do this, I’m ok. She’s not here anymore,” he mumbled to himself. He felt Steven press closer in his mind, even Jake trying to send some comfort. 
 He flinched violently as a hand landed on his shoulder. Marc whipped around to see Layla holding her hands up, her face showing a deep concern. “I’m sorry, I should have asked first,” she apologized. “N-no, it’s my fault. I should’ve known better-” he mumbled, he could feel himself start to recede back into his mind but fought to stay up front. “Marc, look at me ok? Breathe, you’re ok. I’m right here, I’m sure Steven and Jake are too. You didn’t do anything wrong,” she spoke slowly. Marc slowly nodded along, “I’m ok,” he repeated. 

 They both grabbed their bags and walked up the stairs, standing in front of the door. Marc could see Steven and Jake in the reflection of the windows. A couple of minutes go by before Steven speaks up from the window. “Bruv? You gotta knock eventually, I can step in if you want?” 

 “Or I can,” Jake pipped in. Marc shook his head, “No, I have to do it. We talked about it, I start then introduce you guys. I can do this.” Layla stood patiently, knowing he was probably responding to Jake or Steven. He took a deep breath before hesitantly raising his fist to the door, doing 3 short knocks. Layla held his other hand, feeling it shake from nerves in her grasp. Marc feels the air leave his lungs as he hears footsteps. He could feel the world start to blur around him as he tried to stay up front. Jake tried to help him stay up front, making sure him or Steven wasn’t too close to the front.
 Marc felt his hands grow clammy and throat turn dry as he watched a shadow appear behind the door. The door slowly opened, revealing Elias. He wore a worn-down button down, his hair greyer than the last time he saw him. His glasses were a bit crooked on his nose as he stared up at Marc with wide eyes. “Marc?” he almost whispered, surprised clearly in his voice. Marc just stared for a moment, trying to ground himself and find his voice. “I…I got your letter a-and I wanted to talk,” he said. He rehearsed it several times, but he still didn’t feel ready. “Wow, I mean of course! I’m not doing anything, I didn’t even think you’d receive it or respond.” he said, quickly opening the door completely. “This is Layla, my -um, my wife,” he introduced. Layla smiled politely and shook Elias’s stretched out hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr.Spector.”  

 Elias shook her hand eagerly, “The pleasure’s all mine and Elias is just fine. I-i never knew you got married, but please come in, come in.” Marc grabbed both of their suitcases as Layla entered first. “Well, you missed a lot of things,” he muttered. Elias frowned as he shut the door, sighing as he led them to the living room. Marc sat their bags at the bottom of the stares before looking up at the home, almost nothing has changed. Steven and Jake appeared on the window and a vase beside him. Steven looked around, mouth open as Jake just glared at the ground. 
 Marc looked up at the wall, observing all the pictures and frames. Any with his brother had been smashed or turned around. He walked over to the fireplace, where a giant picture of his mother stood. He stared into her eyes, it felt like she wawa watching him. Judging him. He could hear Steven talking to him but he couldn’t focus on the words that were being said. It felt like the world was being muffled around him as a black hole swallowed him. He could vaguely hear Layla making small talk with his father. But all he could focus on was the growing sinking feeling as he stared at his mother, her voice clear as day in his head.

“It’s all your fault”

 He flinched hard as a hand rested on his back, “Son?” Elias asked. He couldn’t hear the rest of his sentence as his body tensed up. He couldn’t fight his eyes rolling back as he fell deep into his mind.
 Steven was violently thrown to the front, he blinked as his surroundings hit him all at once. He felt himself panic as Elias looked at him expectantly. He couldn’t talk, then he’d obviously pick up on the accent, and Steven was NOT good at an American accent. “I’ll try to go find Marc, just stall, no sé” Jake said, quickly receding into their mind too. Leaving Steven alone. With their father. That he doesn’t really remember. Great.

“Son? Are you ok? Maybe you should sit?” Elias said. Steven looked up to Layla with big eyes, she immediately understood. “Actually, Mr.Spector, Elias, I have to speak with Marc alone for a second. Is there a bathroom?” she asked, standing up and grabbing Steven’s hand. “O-oh, ok. It’s just down that hall, to the left, I’m sure Marc will show you. Layla nodded and started pulling Steven along. He felt all of Marc’s nerves, along with his own. He could feel the fear that they felt in this house when they were younger. His brain felt fuzzy as a head started coming on from switching so suddenly. “Take all the time you need, Marc. I’ll just sit here,” Elias said, sitting on the couch with a small huff, the age starting to get to him. 
“I’m not Marc, Marc is gone. I’m here, I’m Steven,” he mumbled, he hated being called the wrong name. He was Steven, Steven is real, he is real. “I know you are, let’s get to the bathroom, ok? I got you, baby,” Layla whispered to him. 

She immediately closed the door as they walked into the bathroom. Steven was holding on to the sink tightly, staring into the mirror. Still nothing, he could feel Jake in the back of their mind still. Marc, on the other hand, was very faint which worried him. He couldn’t do this alone. "Steven? Is it ok if I touch you or would you rather I just stand by you?” Layla asked, cutting through the fog that was his thoughts. “Please stay, I don’t want to be alone,” he pleaded. Layla quickly pulled him into a hug, “What’s going on? Tell me what to do.” He sighed into her neck, body already starting to relax. “This is helping…Marc got pulled back, it was just too much for him and I got thrown up front. Now the body is super anxious a-and scared, I feel like I can’t relax. Jake left to get Marc back, but now I'm alone,” he mumbled. 

“You’re not alone, ok? I’m here and I’m not leaving you. Let’s just take some deep breaths together, we can wait for them to come back. I know Marc wanted to be the one to speak to him first.” Steven continued to cling to Layla, he could hear her heart from this angle. He focused on it, breathing as she did, trying to focus. He’s ok, Marc and Jake will be ok. They’ll face it together.
It took another 5 or so minutes before he pulled away from Layla. He blinked a few times, eyes refocusing on Layla. “Thanks for that, I didn’t mean to leave like that,” Marc said. “Never apologize for switching ok? I know this environment must be bringing up a lot of emotions. Whenever you’re ready we can go out, I’ll let you lead.” Marc took another deep breath, glancing at the mirror before walking out the bathroom, Layla following. Elias perked up as he heard them walking back to the living room. “Is everything ok? I’m sorry if I did something,” he said. 
Marc waved him off as he sat on the couch opposite of him, Layla right next to him. “I’m fine now just…avoid touching me please,” he mumbled, holding Layla’s hand to help keep him grounded. “O-of course, I didn’t mean to startle you or anything,” Elias quickly apologized. They sit in awkward silence before Elias suddenly stands, Marc flinching slightly. “Oh! I’m such a bad host, would you two like anything to drink? I was actually making some tea before you guys showed up, if you want any?”

Marc didn’t answer, staring off into nothing as he listened to Steven ramble nervously, Jake was quieter than usual. Layla cleared her throat and squeezed Marc’s hand, trying to get him to stay grounded, “We’ll both take a cup, thank you.” Elias nodded and hurried off to the kitchen. Marc watched him leave, huffing out a small laugh, Steven got all of his nervous habits and tells from their father. Layla kept rubbing his hand and she glanced around the house, taking in where Marc grew up. 

Elias walked back in with a small tray, 3 mugs sitting on top of it. “Here, you go. It’s still hot so please be careful and let me know if you need anything,” he rambled, sitting the mugs on the table before sitting on the couch again. Elias and Layla sipped their tea quietly, the silence was deafening. Marc stared into his mug, his own reflection looking back at him for once. He enjoyed the slight burning from the heat, it helped keep him focus and present. He zoned back in to Layla describing their wedding, his father nodding eagerly at the new information. He stared at his face, watching his mannerisms. “And did you guys have a honeymoon?” Elias asked.

“Why did you write to me?” Marc asked, startling the both of them. Elias stared at him with wide eyes, “I-i’m sorry?” Marc sat his mug on the table, staring into Elias’s eyes. “Why did you write to me? After all this time, what made you do it? Before the funeral, you didn’t write to me but now you do. I want to know why.” He watched as his father fidgeted with the mug in his hands, avoiding eye contact. “Marc, son…I wanted to write to you for so long but…”

“But you didn’t. I left and you never tried to contact me. Matter of fact, you barely talked to me when I was here. I came today only because I wanted closure for myself, so now I ask, why? Why didn’t you ever stop it? Why didn’t you get me away from her?” Marc asked louder, his voice cracking a bit from emotion. “Marc-” Elias tried, but he cut him off again.
“For years, years, you saw what she did to me and you did nothing. I…I just want to know why? Did you hate me too? Did you blame me for everything like she did?” he asked. “I-I…i tried my best, son-”
“NO! No, you don’t get to call me that after everything. You watched as your own wife beat your son for years and you never protected me. She beat me so badly that it made my mind break into pieces! I have people in my head that have to suffer everything I go through because of what she did!” Marc shouted, his hands were shaking as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t hear Steven and Layla trying to get him to take deep breaths because he was so worked up. “People? Y-your imaginary friends from when you were young? I thought the doctors helped you?” Elias asked, tilting his head in confusion. He flinched when Marc stood up suddenly.

Jake stood in front of him, laughing as he leaned down to face him at eye level. “Help us? Help us?! Nos enviaste a una casa de locos!  Do you even know what they did to us?!” Jake shouted. Elias backed up against the couch as Layla tried to grab Jake’s arm. “What is he talking about?” Layla asked, eyebrows furrowing. Jake smiled wildly at Elias, “Why don’t you tell her? I can’t wait to hear this excuse!” Elias swallowed thickly, staring up at his son with guilt and confusion. 

“W-when Marc was younger, he kept talking to himself and using accents after the…accident. He wouldn’t stop so Wendy thought it was best to get him some help. She just-”
“You sent us to asylum! And left us there for over a year, w-we were 9…you don’t even know half of what they did, how it affected Marc a-and Steven. I couldn’t protect us,” Jake interrupted, tears starting to stream down his face. His breath started to quicken as he stood back up. Layla’s mouth fell open slightly, every time she thought she understood the extent of their trauma, it would just get worse. The body froze for a moment before blinking a few times. 

“Yup, they both need a break so I guess I’m up…” Steven mumbled, wiping away the tears from his face. Layla grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit next to her on the couch. “Sit, ok? Take all the time you need to recenter yourself,” she whispered to him. He nodded as he took some deep breaths and rubbed the material of his jeans. 

“Marc, are you ok? I’m extremely confused, see this is how he would when he was younger,” Elias sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I’m not Marc,” Steven mumbled. “I’m sorry?” Elias asked, his confusion growing. “I said I’m not Marc. Marc left because he got too overwhelmed, so I’m going to explain something very serious to you. Please don’t interrupt,” Steven sat up and looked Elias in the eye, seriousness falling over his whole demeanor. His father opened his mouth but quickly closed, deciding to just nod and let him speak.

Steven glanced at Layla, who gave a reassuring nod, before starting. “Because of all the trauma and repeated abuse Marc went through, he…he changed. As he said, it fractured his mind since it happened at such a young age. It was a coping method, to get away from all the pain. All the funny little accents and dramatic personality switches weren't just imaginary friends and kids being kids. If you would’ve paid attention, our condition would have been caught sooner. We have dissociative identity disorder, also known as d.i.d. Are you familiar with the term?” Steven asked. 
Elias stared at him with wide eyes as he talked, obviously wanting to interrupt but holding back. He slowly nodded, “S-so…you have different personalities?” Steven quickly shook his head, “Not personalities. We’re real people, as far as we’re aware there's only the 3 of us. Marc, of course, the host and original. There’s Jake, who you met briefly, the one yelling and speaking spanish. He tends to protect us from physical harm and steps in when we can’t handle it. He took the brunt of all the beatings growing up.” Steven fidgeted with hands as he talked, trying to be brave for Marc and Jake but his own nerves along with the bodies' already overwhelmed state made it difficult. Though, Layla rubbing her fingers over his knee helped keep him grounded.

“And there’s me, I’m Steven, with a V. I take over when we’re doing bad emotionally, which is why I’m here now. I handled some of the beatings but mostly the yelling, punishments, verbal abuse, those sorts,” Steven held his hand out to Elias. He hesitantly shook his head, still just staring at Steven which made him nervous. “N-nice to meet you?” Elias mumbled. “We’ve met a lot when we were young, though I don’t remember much. For me, this is my first time talking to you. We don’t know why but I can’t remember any of our childhood, which I guess isn’t too bad… anyways. Marc originally wanted to do this conversation but I think emotions got a lil high on all parties. I can answer questions if you like? Then when they come back we should have a serious talk. All of us, especially Marc, deserve some answers and closure. Sorry for rambling, mate, floor yours now.”

Elias took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes as he tried to digest all this new information. “So…there’s 3 of you? Where’s my son?” he asked. Steven frowned slightly, “We’re all your son, I would hope. But Marc is somewhere in our mind, Jake went to find him and hopefully bring him back if he’s calm enough.” Layla cleared her throat, “Mr.Spector, I know this must be a lot for you to take in but I can assure you first hand that they are all real and their own person. Just try to be open and understanding, like Steven said, this is the time to get everything out in the open so they can continue their journey of healing.”

They talked for almost 20 minutes. Elias asked questions about their condition and Steven tried his best to explain what he could. Layla helped talk about how she met Marc and got together, avoiding any parts about mercenary work and Khonshu. Elias noticed Steven staring down at the glass table, looking dazed. “Ma- Steven? Are you doing the going away thing you said?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. Layla leaned forward so she could see his face. She held his hand, knowing it helped ground whoever was fronting . “Hmm? Oh, sorry mate. Jake brought Marc back, I just wanted to make sure he’s ok and what our next move is,” Steven mumbled, trying to blink away the daze. 

“It’s best to give them a second when they’re like this,” Layla turned to Elias. He nodded slowly, he wanted to learn and better understand his sons. He never wants to see that terrified look on their face again. Steven still had a dazed look in his eyes as he looked up, “Marc wants to front and continue the conversation from earlier. But much calmer, I’d like to add.” Elias swallowed nervously, but he knew they deserved answers, no matter how painful. “Of course,” he nodded with a small smile. He watched his son blink a few times before their eyes started to refocus on the room around them.
Marc kept his eyes to the coffee table in front of him as he fidgeted with hands, “I’m sorry for disappearing, things got…just too much.” Elias sat up  in his seat, he wanted to grab his hand but knew that touch freaks him out now. “Marc, please don’t apologize for your condition. I, um, I met Steven,” he starts off. Marc's eyes widened as he looked over at Layla who nodded. His eyes drifted to the coffee table, Steven standing their sheepishly. “I know you wanted to explain our condition yourself, bruv, I’m sorry. I really didn’t have a choice in the matter! You disappeared then Jake came out and boiled over then I was thrown to the front and y’know my impression of you is rubbish,” Steven rambled. Marc sighed, he was tired and drained but not mad. He knew it wasn’t Steven’s or Jake’s fault. Emotions were high for everyone, switches were prone to happen and it’s hard to plan around that. 

“I’m not mad, just…don’t really know where to go now,” he mumbled. “Marc,” Elias said, bringing his attention back to the present world, “How about we start over? You deserve answers, I owe you that much, all of you. After a year, I still find myself making excuses for her,” Elias laughed to himself, though there was no humor. Tears pricked his eyes as he stared back up at his son, “You asked me why, why didn’t I move us away or get Wendy some help. Well…I was stuck in the past. I still saw her as my happy wife that I married several years ago. I kept thinking she would change or get better if I kept working with her myself. I had so much hope when she would have a good day, but…they never lasted, did they? And I’m of course not excusing anything she did o-or what I indirectly caused…I guess just explaining my thought process. I was stuck in a fantasy, a dangerous fantasy, and…I was scared,” he admitted quietly. Elias looked up from his lap and was met with a glare.
“...Jake, right?” he questioned, a little startled by how quick the switch was. Layla nodded, letting him know he was right. She continued to sit close by his body and rubbed his arm, knowing this was their conversation to have. Jake felt a little surprised that he guessed right but he mainly felt a deep anger toward the man. “You were a coward,” he muttered, never breaking eye contact. Elias smiled sadly, “I was, you’re right. I was a coward, and I still am. I’m still terrified of her, even in death.” He sighed deeply, his shoulder sagging from tiredness. At this moment Jake could really see the age within him, how many creases that were not there before. How his hair was a lot more salt than pepper. His glare faltered as he stared at him, “explicar.” 

“Wendy was…she has always been a strong and independent woman. She liked things her way and to have the final say. To be the so-called boss of everything. She was like b-before…before Randall,” he could hear the lump in his own voice at the name. Jake, finally, broke his stare and looked to the ground at the mention, picking at his nails as his body tensed up. “Who was Randall?” Layla asked quietly. Elias blinked away tears as he looked away, needing a moment to gather his words. “Nuestro hermano…he passed away a long time ago. It..we-I..” Jake blinked repeatedly. Things got nauseating as Marc started fronting at the same time before Jake let him take over fully. “It was my fault,” Marc choked out. “W-we were little and I knew it was going to rain but I still took him to the cave. W-water started to flood everywhere and I lost him…” he spoke softly, tears starting to fall down his face.

Elias shook his head, “Marc, don’t say that.” He stook up and sat on the coffee table so he was face-to-face with his son. He slowly reached out to cup his face, leaving time for Marc to pull away if he wanted. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs, staring into Marc’s watery eyes. “I’m so sorry I never said this enough to any of you when you were young. It was never your fault. You were a child too, it was ours for not protecting you and treating you like one. Wendy…she had her issues before any of this happened,” he said, dropping his hands back into his lap nervously. “W-what? What are you talking about?” Marc asked, sniffing as he wiped away more tears himself.

“Like I said…she liked things her way. My own father called me a coward too. Saying I was weak for letting her wear the pants in the relationship,” he laughed to himself, rubbing his hands together anxiously. “But Jake was right, I was a coward, a scared coward… she used to get so mad at me if I didn’t do things exactly how she wanted. I always said she was just fierce but…” he cleared his throat, trying to swallow the lump. Marc held his father’s hand, trying to show comfort like he did. Elias looked up at him, tears falling down his face, “You weren’t the only one she would hurt.”
Layla gasped silently as Marc stared at him with wide eyes. Even Steven and Jake were silent in his head. Marc squeezed his hand, “Dad-”

Elias shook his head, “L-let me…I’ve been holding on to this for so long, son.” Marc nodded in understanding, falling silent again. Layla held Elias’s other hand, wanting to offer her support as well. Elias smiled in appreciation to the both of them, “I-it went on for years, before you were even born. She never did too much in the beginning, knowing if she left marks then people would start to ask questions. But once you and Randall were born…I’ve never seen her so happy. Things were good for a while, maybe a slap here and there but nothing major. But after Randall…she started to take it out on you and I-i swear I tried to get her to take it out on me instead but something just snapped on her. Sometimes I managed to take the blame for things but it wasn’t enough to protect you.”
“There was one night, I had planned to pack up our things and leave her but she found out…she threatened to call the cops and twist everything on to me. She always said no one would believe me a-and I believed her. I- should have tried harder, I’m sorry I didn’t do more and”

He was cut off by a pair of arms pulling him into a tight hug. “It wasn’t your fault either, dad,” Steven spoke softly, “It wasn’t yours. It wasn’t Marc’s, Jake’s, or mine. We were all trapped in a horrible situation, and m-mum needed serious help. We shouldn’t excuse her actions or put blame on ourselves, ok? We can try to heal and move forward. All of us, together.” Layla backed away a bit, wiping her own eyes as she gave them a much needed moment. Elias felt more tears fall as he hugged him back tightly. “I-I would really like that…I would like to get to know all of you, a-and Layla too. I want to be there for you and to understand things better,” Elias whispered into his hair.

“Lo siento…for yelling and calling you a coward,” Jake mumbled, hugging Elias tighter. Elias just chuckles, “You were right, Jake. What I shared can’t excuse everything you guys went through. Though I do appreciate you trying to comfort me. We’re going to work on healing and getting to know each other again. I love you, all of you, my sons.” Jake felt Steven and Marc push to the front as they all hugged Elias tighter, ducking their head under his chin like he was a child again. For the first time in years, he felt safe in this house.

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They spent hours just talking, tears were shed, laughter bubbled out, it was nice. Marc and Layla talked about their wedding and relationship. Steven got to bond with Elias over their love for history, excitedly talking about his new job at a museum. Elias enjoyed talking in Spanish with Jake, amused that he was the alter that embraced their latino heritage the most. 
 Eventually they made their way to the door, getting in another hug and saying goodbyes. Marc and Layla promised they’ll be back tomorrow around lunch but they had to check into their hotel. As Elias slowly closed the door, they made their way down the steps and to the cab waiting for them. Layla lifted the trunk, setting both of their bags inside. She closed it and was startled as arms wrapped tightly around as soon as she turned around. Marc’s back shook as he sobbed into her shoulder. She quickly wrapped her around him too, “Marc? Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked worriedly. Did they suddenly get triggered by something? Was something wrong with Steven and Jake? Several scenarios ran through her head as she tried to provide as much comfort as possible. 
 She could hear a quiet mumble into her shoulder but couldn’t make it out. “Marc, I can’t understand you if you talk into my shirt, baby,” she said, rubbing circles into his back. He sniffed as he lifted his face from her shoulder. Tears ran down his face, eyes slightly dazed as everyone was too close to the front, and his lips trembled. Layla frowned at the sight, using her sleeve to wipe away some of the tears, “Talk to me,” she murmured. “T-thank you. I love you so much, Layla,” Marc cried. Her eyebrows furrowed at the use of her name and not a nickname, “I love you too. What’s going on?”
 Marc just pulled her into a hug again, resting his head on top of her curls. “You have no idea how much it meant to me- to all of us, that you were here. S-seeing some of the darkest parts of our past and still being here. N-not running or-”

 “I’ll always be here for you guys. For as long as you want me, I'll be here. I love you so much and I want to help give you guys the life you deserve. To have the chance to heal and be truly happy,” Layla said, the sincerity in her voice made him tear up more. Marc, Steven, and Jake hugged her just a bit tighter. The emotions from today finally breaking free as they cried into her. However, it wasn’t all sad tears. They felt lighter, like a weight was finally lifted. They felt…hope. Hope for their future.

 “I think we finally are”

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It was one of their few nights off from both Khonshu and Taweret, and they fully intended to take advantage of that. The system and Layla felt like they haven’t had alone time in so long. It was constantly interrupted by vigilante work, Steven’s day job, or something else that was equally annoying. But not tonight. They WILL spend quality time together god damn it!

Layla sat at the counter while Marc had his back to her, cooking on the stove. She smiled at how domestic everything felt, finally they were getting into the rhythm of their current life. She hid a laugh as she overheard Marc mumbling to himself, they were obviously arguing. “You guys ok over there?” Layla asked, biting back a smile as Marc turned to face her. “No, we’re fine-” he started to say before his eyes rolled back slightly. “Hell no, we’re not ok! I can’t believe I have to share a body with these idiotas,” Jake muttered. “What’re you guys arguing about this time?”

“Nothing serious, but Jake won’t let me season the food,” Marc rolled his eyes. Jake quickly took over again, moving to stand in front of Layla, “You deserve to have your Latino card revoked, how the hell am I the only one who knows our heritage? And don’t get me started on Steven!” Now Layla really couldn’t hold back her giggles.

“Hey! I know how to cook just fine, thank you very much,” Steven pouted. “I’ve always enjoyed your meals, don’t worry,” Layla assured him, rubbing her hand across his knuckles. Jake quickly took over again, “Layla,” he said, leaning closer, seriousness taking over his face. “Yes, Jake?” she smiled, leaning in too. “He only had salt and pepper in his cabinets before we got our shit together. Salt and pepper! Nuestro cuerpo estaba siendo torturado, mis pobres papilas gustativas,” he dramatically cried, slumping across the counter. The way these 3 interacted will never fail to put a smile on her face. Seeing them get along and be comfortable made her so happy, and definitely entertaining at times. 

“What about Marc? His food was always pretty good,” she asked. She watched his face lift from his arms, “Pretty good?....that’s it?? After all these years, baby? You wound me” Marc practically wines. Layla pouts teasingly, “Y’know that’s what I meant-”

“Don't worry your pretty little head, señorita. I’m taking over and I’ll show you a proper meal,” he said with a wink before turning back to the stove. “Marc and Steven, watch and take notes so our taste buds don’t die,” he mumbled. Layla watched as Jake cooked and made a show of it. He flipped utensils in the air, catching them with a wink. He was obviously more comfortable in the kitchen compared to Marc or Steven, twirling around with a flair and obvious ease. He bickered with Steven and flirted lightly with Layla. Their friendship has developed a lot these past few months, and he began to lightly flirt which could mean nothing. She’s seen how Jake acts when fronting, he radiated confidence much more than Marc and definitely more than Steven. He was a flirt, a charmer to anyone he came across, but Layla still couldn’t help how she blushed at how he held himself or the things he said.

Jake made her sit at the table, napkin in lap, as he plated their food. He even placed some garnish on top to make it even fancier, pouring two glasses of wine. “Wow, Jake…this honestly looks amazing,” she said, eyes wide. Marc knew how to make a few meals but nothing too special. Steven…Steven can make very simple dishes, not much flavor but…edible at least. Though she’ll never tell him that. “Gracias, Gracias. I’ll have to take over cooking duties…Marc’s jealous,” he teased, sitting across from her and placing his own napkin down. As soon as they grabbed their respective forks, a gust of wind swept across the flat.

“Son of a bitch! ¿Qué demonios quieres ahora? ¿Un hombre no puede disfrutar de una cena simple?” Jake growled, throwing his fork down on the table. Layla snorted at his reaction, though she definitely agreed. She loved working as an avatar and doing some good with her partner but she was definitely exhausted.

“Aww, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for. I apologize to you triplets and Layla,” Taweret pouted slightly, her ears lowering. Jake crossed his arms across his chest but his eyebrows furrowed less at the sight of Taweret instead of Khonshu. He sighed deeply as he slouched in the chair, definitely not sulking because he’s a grown ass man. “It’s ok, Taweret. We know it’s urgent if you’re interrupting,” Layla interjected. “My dinner was important…” Jake mumbled, making her roll his eyes. They all could be so childish at times but she loved it.

“Thank you, Layla. I know we agreed to give you the next few nights off but I just couldn’t let this go. I promise it’s a quick and simple mission!” the Goddess says, perking up again at Layla’s kindness. “And it has nothing to do with Khonshu, I'm not even sure where the silly bird is,” she added, ruffling Jake’s hair with her hand. Jake frowned more, trying to keep up his reputation but Layla could see how he slightly leaned in to the hippos touch. “If it has nothing to do with Khonshu then what’s the mission?” Layla asked. “And are we able to join anyway?” Jake piped up. 

“So, I’ve noticed an important statue of mine is missing. It’s really small, about the size of your hand, but…it means a lot to me. It was made by my previous avatar, and gosh that was centuries ago now. It’s mostly harmless, though it can have some effects if used by someone who’s not my avatar. So triplets please be careful if you touch it,” the Goddess explained. Jake and Layla nodded along, taking in the information. “Where can we find it?” she asked. “It’s not far at all actually, it’s being auctioned here in London! I was hoping you two could possibly go undercover and get it back? There’s no need to fight or harm anyone since they didn’t do anything wrong. I’m aware humans like to buy and preserve ancient things but this one…I do deeply care for it. But I understand I’m imposing on your personal time so feel free to decline!” Taweret quickly added, not wanting to pressure them into doing anything. “Actually we will have to de-” Jake started before Steven quickly took over.

“Hippo!” He cheered him happily. “Steven! Hello, dear” the Goddess said, equally as happy, smiling at him. “Of course we’ll get it back for you. Right, love? We have to,” he practically pouted. He stared at Layla with those adorable puppy dog eyes that Marc and Jake have yet to master. She did want to finish their dinner and relax…but Steven’s face and Taweret is just so nice. She smiled softly and sat her own fork down, “Of course we’ll help. Without Khonshu this sounds very straight forward. And there’s no secret cult? No bad guys with powers we gotta fight?” she questioned, turning back to Taweret. She shook her head, ears lifting happily, “Nope! I just really would like it back before it gets sold to a wealthy human. I suggest going undercover and…well I’m not really sure but I trust you guys to complete the mission! Thank you again!”

“Of course, Taweret. Since we don’t have to fight, wanna take the lead on this mission, Steven?” Layla asked. She giggled as Steven’s eyes lit up. He’s been wanting to take lead on missions and try fighting more but Jake and Marc have been quite protective of him. Yes, they’ve been teaching him how to fight and they all work together, but he still doesn’t have as much experience as the rest of them. They just worry but he’ll never learn if he doesn’t get to front during missions. So of course he’ll take this opportunity!

“Y-yes! Of course! We could dress up and look all nice. I’ve been to an auction, I didn’t get anything of course, but it’s a formal event and lots of rich blokes.!” he rambled excitedly. “I’m excited to go with you too, let’s do some research so we’re prepared.

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Steven was standing in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt. Marc had shown him where he kept his tuxedo for special occasions. It was a simple sleek black tux, with a dark grey button up. His hands were practically shaking with excitement as he buttoned the last button. His first mission! Everything has to be perfect, and he gets to go on a date with Layla while undercover? It’s a win-win for sure. 

“Buddy, you gotta relax before you practically vibrate out of your shoes,” Marc said, taking over to properly button the rest of the shirt before pulling on the jacket. “Let him be excited, hermano. We’re finally seeing him grow up, I'm so proud,” Jake cooed, wiping away fake tears in the reflection of the mirror. Steven took back over as he fixed his cuffs, fiddling with the outfit, “Stop teasing me, I'm just happy is all. And I’ve never worn something so nice before.”

“You do clean up nicely, hopefully I can match,” Layla says, stepping out of the bathroom. Steven’s eyes widened as he saw her behind him in the mirror. Steam came out the bathroom as she stepped out in a towel, her curls pulled up in a bun. She didn’t pay attention to his reaction as she walked over to the closet, hand on her hip as she thinks. Jake lets out a low whistle as Steven’s blush grows across his face. He ignored Marc’s chuckle as he cleared his throat, “U-um, I’m certain you’ll look lovely in anything you pick. You could wear a garbage bag and still look amazing. H-honestly I look rubbish, Marc and Jake know how to wear clothes better than me.”

Layla looks over her shoulder at him, smiling, “Don’t downplay yourself. Jake and Marc may be better at showing their confidence but they’re not as cute as you. You have the cute, smart, nerdy look working for you.” Steven’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, watching as she struts over to him. Layla holds eye contact until she’s right in front of him. She ties his bowtie for him before running her fingers through his hair. “I like how you’re the only one to keep your hair curly…it suits you,” she murmurs before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Layla pulls away, smirking as it takes a few moments for him to process. “U-um…”he mumbles. 

“That’s because Steven has this whole self-care bullshit thing he does whenever he fronts. I’m talking ‘bout face routine and hair products. I’m not doing that everyday,” Marc steps in, Steven accidentally letting go of the front from being flustered. “And I’d rather just throw my hat on and continue with my dad. Unfortunately, they won’t let me grow our facial hair. We’d look much better with a mustache, no?” Jake says, smirking down at her. Layla laughs as she cups his face, thumb brushing over their cheek, “I like the smooth face but I wouldn’t mind letting your hair grow out a few inches. I have a few ideas to make use of it…” she smirked back, letting her fingers run through their curls before giving it a slight tug. She watches as their blush travels from their cheeks and down their neck.

It took a few moments before Steven is the one to speak, all 3 of them feeling flustered, “S-so what’re you going to wear, love?” Layla giggles again before fully stepping away and walking back over to the closet, knowing damn well the effect she had on the 3 of them. She hummed as she looked through her side of the closet, shuffling through different choices. “I’m not sure…I’m too indecisive. I could do black, a nice royal blue, gold, red-”

“Red, 100%,” Marc interrupted, “A nice treat for Steven since he hasn’t seen it.” Layla hummed, quickly grabbing it and hiding it against her chest. “That’s a great idea, Marc. You guys just sit there for a moment and I’ll be right out,” she winked before closing the bathroom door. As soon as he heard the door click close, Steven let out a long breath, Marc chuckling in his head. He fidgeted with his cuffs as he sat on the bed, waiting, “She is…”

“Amazing? Beautiful? Hot? Charming? I could go on honestly,” Marc says, appearing in the mirror again. “...Everything, all of the above,” Steven mumbled, trying to will his blush away. Jake laughed, appearing next to Marc, “Very feisty and commanding, me encanta eso en una mujer.” Marc rolled his eyes fondly, “Too bad this is all for a mission, I’m sure you two could’ve had an…eventful night,” he smirked. He always teased Steven for not making a move with Layla to do something more. Marc and Layla have had their…alone time, hell, even Jake flirted more. But Steven? He was inexperienced, still getting flustered from just making out. “Shut it…you” he muttered half-heartedly, too flustered for an actual combat. Jake and Marc laughed as they continued to tease him.

The door eventually opened, making Steven stand up immediately. Layla stepped out in a beautiful red dress. It had a small train against the floor, a long slit up her thigh, and hints of a shimmery glitter all around. The dress was sleeveless and hugged her figure perfectly. Her curls framed her face and obviously styled and hydrated. She had light natural makeup down with a dark red lipstick making everything pop. “So…?” Layla murmured, stepping out the bathroom, heels clacking against the floor. “You…” Steven gulped, stepping forward to meet her, eyes not able to stay on a single part of her. “I…?” she teased.

“...Look amazing- gorgeous actually. Honestly words can’t even describe…Wow” he whispered, eyes trailing up the slit along her leg, up her waist, past her cleavage, before meeting her eyes. A small blushed spread across her cheeks as she took Steven’s awaiting arm, “Shall we?” Steven nodded, not able to form words as they left the flat. Marc and Jake were also talking and complimenting within their mind but he can barely hear them over how much Layla was just…Radiating with beauty. Like Marc said, it’s a shame this was all for a mission.

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Steven stepped out of the cab first, holding his hand out to help Layla. “Such a gentleman,” Marc murmured in their mind. Steven huffed silently as Layla hooked their arms together, the cab driving away with a small wave. “Definitely a lot of rich blokes,” he murmured close to her ear as they walked towards the entrance. She nodded in agreement, “You got that right…I can feel their smugness from here,” she said, making Steven snort. Several couples, mostly older, stood outside the entrance, chattering away about whatever, while some made their way inside. Steven and Layla followed them towards the entrance, he could Jake pressing closer than Marc, surveying the area just in case. He didn’t believe that this was a simple and easy mission. Their luck was never that great.

Steven whistled quietly as they stepped into the building. The auction was being held in a giant hall that was connected to a museum. Tons of art, statues, and ancient artifacts were on display. There was a bar, waiters walking around with cocktails and tiny rich finger foods. Steven can feel his anxiety growing, he feels extremely out of place. Marc and Jake held themselves with a lot of confidence, Steven was…he was Steven. He slouched, kept to himself along the wall at social gatherings, he didn’t belong here. “Relax, hermano,” Jake said, trying to soothe him. “I’m trying!” Steven hissed as they walked off to the side of the room.

“What’s wrong?” Layla asked, looking at him with a worried expression, her hand gently squeezing his. He squeezed back and took a deep breath, “I’m just a bit anxious. It’s all a bit much here, innit? Quite crowded and definitely richer, and more confident, and nice looking, and-”

“Hey,” she quickly stopped his spiral, “You don’t need to be like them, or be intimidated. You are much better than these posh assholes. If they had half of what we get into, they wouldn’t be able to handle it. I’m here with Steven Grant and we’re going to complete this mission, ok? If you get overwhelmed, focus on me,” she instructed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Steven nodded, easily following her words. He could hear Marc’s snort, “Yeaaah, she’s got you wrapped around her fingers.”

“Thank you, love. Let’s head in, the auction is being held in the next room,” he said, nodding to the entrance across the room. They linked arms again and headed for the room, they got several looks. Somewhere shocked, envious, curious, all of it made Steven start to relax, a smirk growing on his face. He was here with the most beautiful woman, he was the lucky one, and that was enough of a confidence boost. He held his head up high as they walked further across the room.

A man was standing outside the door, handing a pamphlet to each guest that walked in. Steven thanked him as he grabbed one and led Layla inside. The two of them grabbed a seat towards the back, wanting to be able to see the whole room. Steven opened the pamphlet, showing Layla, it showed everything that will be auctioned and a brief description of its history. “Look,” he whispered, pointing to a specific one, “This is what Taweret was talking about.”

“It’s one of the last ones to go up, probably since it’s one of the most priceless auctions,” she said. He nodded along, glancing around the room before an idea hit him, “I’ve got it.” Layla hummed, leaning in closer. “There’s always a room where they keep all of the items being auctioned. If we could get to the statue before they bring it out, we can take it and leave easily. I’m sure there’s a basement or backroom somewhere,” he explained. Layla smiled as she squeezed his hand before standing with him, “And you were worried about leading? You always make our plans.” Steven blushed as they made their way out the grand hall. “The auction will be starting in 5 minutes, please make your way to the hall if you wish to participate,” a man announced from the doors. This makes the rest of the lingers start to make their way to the grand hall, giving the two of them a crowd to cover their tracks as they make their way to a back hallway.

The hallway was empty, as they quietly walked down it, slowly peeking into a few rooms to check for the holding area. They had to be careful, the kitchen was obviously nearby since they could hear the sounds of pots and pans, the smell of food filling the air. Steven glanced down the end of the hallway, a door with a padlock and a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign hanging from it, “Layla,” he says, getting her attention. She turned as he nodded towards the door, “I think this is exactly what we’re looking for.” She nodded as they made their way to it, she tried to walk as quietly as possible with her heels softly clacking against the floor. 

“Breaking the lock will be too loud, I mean I can try common combinations but that would take a while…” Steven hummed, looking down at the lock. Layla rolled her eyes fondly as she fished a bobby pin from her curls, “Remind to teach you how to pick a lock,” she smiles, bending down to be eye level with said lock. “Who needs to pick it when you can smash your way in,” Jake shrugged eternally, making Marc mentally roll his eyes. Steven watched as she began to shuffle the pin around in the lock, listening carefully for the ticks. He glanced up every few moments, making sure a waiter or guard made their way to them.

His eyes widened as the sound of footsteps began to grow closer, “Layla!” he whispered, grabbing her attention. He felt himself start to panic, how are they supposed to play this off, obviously their not supposed to be here and-

A hand gently tapping his cheek pulled him away from his thoughts. “Steven,” she said, voice low and a lot closer than before. He took a deep breath to calm himself and met her eyes, “Do you trust me?” she asked. “O-of course?” he answered quickly, making her smile. Layla grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss, backing them up until her back hit the wall. She raised her leg up against his side, his hand immediately catching her thigh and pulling her close as his other hand cupped her face. Marc had moved his hands into position as Jake prompted him to keep kissing her and pretend to be drunkenly distracted. Which was easy from how close she was, Steven could practically feel her warmth through his tux.

“Hey! Guests aren’t supposed to be down here, the auction has started” the guard said, flashing his light on the two of them. Steven bit Layla’s lip teasingly before pulling away with a laugh, “I’m sorry, bruv. Can you blame me for wanting some privacy with her?” he said a bit too loudly, playing into the role of a drunken couple. Layla giggled as she rested her head back against the wall, a real blush growing across her face from this different and confident side of him. The guard was silent for a moment, a bit of anxiety creeping up Steven’s spine before the guard let out a snort. “Alright, lovers. As long as you don’t do anything too publicly, just don’t go any further than here, alright? Stay out of trouble,” he tipped his hat to them before walking back down the hall. Steven laughed before pulling Layla in for another kiss, his hand caressing the thigh resting on his hip.

They continue for a few more moments, making sure to giggle loudly enough for the guard to hear until they couldn’t hear his footsteps echoing in the hallway. Steven pulled away panting, “I can not believe that worked! Who would’ve thought it was so simple!” he said excitedly. Layla barely heard him as her eyes stared at his lips before back to his eyes, her chest heaving. Yes, it was her idea but she definitely didn’t expect him to play his role so well, and the way his arm was stretched above her…focus Layla.

Layla shook her head with a chuckle, dropping her leg back to the floor and fixing her dress. “See, I told you to trust me. Now let’s finish this mission,” she said, quickly turning away and begging to pick the lock again. “Look at you, hermano! I’m so proud tonight, taking the lead on this mission and with Layla?” Jake teased as Steven swiped his thumb over his lip, some of her lipstick sticking to his finger. “I didn’t know you had it in you. Now I definitely need to watch out for you taking my spot,” Marc teased. Steven fixed his suit as he fidgeted, his adrenaline high, “I didn’t know either…I’m not sure what came over me,” he murmured within their mind. “Oh I wish I could hug you, we need to celebrate Steven finally growing some balls later. We should go out, I know a great bar!” Jake said excitedly, making Steven roll his eyes.

He focused back on the real world as he heard a quiet click and Layla cheering, “Yes!” She stood up and opened the door, looking back at Steven with a smile. “Good job, love,” he said, entering the room. The room was dark and had several shelves around the room. They could see all the different artifacts and items that were on the pamphlet to be auctioned. “Look around, Taweret’s statue should be around here somewhere,” Layla said, beginning to look around one half of the room. Steven nodded and headed towards the other. He wanted to look and grab at each artifact, the history buff in him going crazy at some of the cool relics that were in here. Marc had to keep taking over his hand to keep his mind from wandering from the mission. As Steven was about to head to another shelf, he heard Layla call for him. He quickly made his way over to her as she stood in front of a display case.

“Look, this has to be it,” she said, glancing at Steven. “I would assume so, it is the only thing in here that’s a hippo” he quipped, making Layla elbow him as he chuckled. She opened the glass case and went to grab the relic, hesitating as she remembered Taweret’s words. “You should be fine, she did say it only had odd effects on those who aren’t her avatar,” he assured her. Layla nodded firmly before fully grabbing it and pulling it out of the case. As soon as her fingers made contact with it, a shock shot up her spine as her avatar armour wrapped around her body, wings shooting out and obviously startling the both of them.

Layla fumbled and dropped the relic in surprise; however, Steven quickly caught it before it could hit and smash across the floor. The system felt a similar shock shoot through their body, it felt like they got hit with a sudden burst of energy. “I don’t…feel so well,” Marc murmured, his voice disorienting in their mind. “Maldita sea...sabía que algo saldría mal,” Jake also said. Steven could feel his grip on reality start to slip from his fingers, he felt like he was falling…Possibly because he was.

“Steven? Steven!” a voice poked through the haze as arms wrapped around his torso and held up his weight. “L-layla…we…don’t feel good” he managed to say before things went black and the sensation of floating out of the body eloped him. Like when Marc or Jake forcibly took over front but more intense. He felt Marc and Jake’s presence and voices slowly slip away before…nothing,

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Tapping on his face, repeated tapping, and it grew harder and more frantic…what? “S…Stev….Steven!”

He sat up with a loud gasp, nearly headbutting Layla. “Oh my days! What happened?” Steven huffed, a hand pressed to his chest. He felt odd…something was off. He blinked away the fog that clouded his vision as his eyes focused on Layla. He was sitting on the floor, Layla a few feet away, staring at him with wide eyes. “W-what…?” he asked, still gathering himself. A groan came from the left of him, really startling him. Steven’s head whipped to the side to see another body laying on the ground, wearing the same tuxedo. He instantly recognized the face, it’s the same as his. “...Marc?” he called softly. The body groaned again before eyes blinked open, meeting him, before quickly sitting up. “What the fuck?” Marc gasped, eyes equally as wide. His gaze trailed behind Steven, Jake also starting to wake up. Next to him. Outside their body. “What the fuck?!” he whispered shouted. Jake froze as he locked eyes with the both of them, “Ay, coño…” he muttered. Steven’s eyes flickered between Marc and Jake, “Tell me, we aren’t dead again?” he mumbled, anxiety creeping through his voice. 

Marc hit the back of his head, Steven swatted at his arm mumbling “ow.” Marc rolled his eyes, “Of course not, otherwise Layla wouldn’t be here. I know I’m fucked up in the head but there’s no way I can bring her into our mind.” Speaking of which, the three of them turned to look at said woman. Layla sat there, still in shock as she stared at them. “You’re…actually in front of me right now…seperated,” she mumbled, slowly coming out of shock. The 3 of them glanced at each other before slowly moving closer to Layla, “Taweret did say there are some odd effects if touched by someone that’s not her avatar,” Marc shrugged. “On the bright side, at least it’s nothing bad or painful!” Steven smiled, trying to break the tension. Jake nodded, “True, just very weird.”

They all jump slightly as Layla starts laughing, before slowly jumping in. Honestly, that could have gone so much worse, she’s just happy they’re ok and not harmed. Layla pulled them into a hug, the 3 men eagerly hugging back and relaxing in each other’s hold. When Layla pulled away she smiled and looked at each of them. “You guys still look so different from each other, like actual triplets,” she snorted. “Do we?” Steven asked, looking at Marc and Jake. Layla nodded, “You’re hair is longer than both of theirs, and curlier,” she ruffled his curls, making him blush.

She turned towards and cupped his cheek, which he immediately leaned into, “Yours is normal but you have a slight stubble.” Layla giggled as she turned to Jake, thumb rubbing across his top lip, “And you finally have the mustache you’ve always wanted.” Her observations made them all laugh, the shock of the situation wearing off. “Ok, for real, are you guys ok? Steven caught the relic then you guys just collapsed. There was a bright light then the 3 of you were just passed out on the floor,” she asked, turning serious as she looked over each of them for injuries. Marc held her hand and kissed her knuckles, “We’re ok, baby. I’m not sure about them but I just feel…odd I guess.” Jake nodded as he sat a bit closer to Steven, “Sí, it’s quiet and weird in my head.” 

“Same, it’s like I’m alone but I know I’m not since you bruvs are next to me. The only other time we felt like this was when we were in the duat,” Steven shuddered at the memory. Marc and Jake immediately sitting closer, all of their thighs pressed next to each other, like they were trying to replicate what it felt like when they were together. “Shit, how’re we going to get out of here? We still need to leave before someone comes here to start grabbing stuff for the auction,” Marc groaned, remembering the mission. “They’ll definitely notice 3 identical guys walking out of here,” Jake pointed out. 

“I should call for Taweret. It’s her relic and I’m sure she can help us get out of here,” Layla said, standing up from the floor. Marc, Steven, and Jake did the same, still standing close to each other. “Way ahead of you, Layla!” said Goddess appeared, and Jake definitely didn’t flinch. Marc snorted at the two of them jumping. “Maldito hipopótamo! Don’t do that,” Jake hissed. 

“Aww triplets, you’re triplets again! What happened?” she asked, leaning a bit to get a closer look at them. Layla picked up the statue and held it to the goddess who jumped happily, “I dropped the statue, it was like a jolt of power shot through me and caught me off guard. Steven caught it and it glowed before they were suddenly like that.” The hippo made the statue disappear from this plane before humming thoughtfully, “Hmm…it seems my powers were running through my relic, more than usual. It was trying to separate your souls like I did in the duat for some reason. You 3 should go back to normal in a few hours.”

“Yay, thank you Taweret! I’m glad we got your statue back, but could you possibly bring us back to my flat before we get caught?” Steven asked, smiling up at her. The goddess smiled back, “Of course, Steven! You all went through so much trouble for me, it’s only fair.” She lifted her hands as a gust of wind swept past them and they were back at the flat.

Taweret made herself smaller to fit into the small living space. Marc, Jake, and Steven were still close to each other, Layla looking over them to make sure no other side effects occurred. “So you’re positive they’ll go back to normal, that they’ll be ok?” Layla asked, worried for them. “Of course! And if for some reason they aren’t, call for me and I’ll look them over. Before I go, thank you all again for getting this back to me…it means so much,” she says, hands pressed into her heart. “Always Taweret!” Steven smiled, hugging the goddess, Layla also joining. Marc sighed before going into the hug too, dragging Jake along with an eye roll. The avatars waved to her before she disappeared in a gust of wind.

Now they were alone at home. The 3 alters separated. What a day. Steven glanced at Layla who was already watching them, “What?” he asked. “It’s still so weird seeing all of you like this, but I’m glad you guys are ok,” she smiled. Steven laughed, “It’s like we’re officially meeting each other now.”

“If that’s the case, then I want a redo of my introduction,” Jake claimed, he had grabbed his signature hat from the table before walking over to Layla. He grabbed Layla’s hand, pressing a soft kiss to it with a smirk, “Me llamo Jake Lockley, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His formality made Layla laugh, “Are we really doing this?” Jake moved out the way as Steven stepped up, “Of course we are, and I’m Steven with a V,” he said. Layla rolled her eyes fondly at how he always specifies how to spell his name, “Hi Steven,” she laughed, kissing his cheek. Marc walked up next, pulling her in for a kiss, “Marc Spector, at your service,” he murmured before pulling away. “Ah yes, my husband that I’ve apparently never met. You guys are ridiculous,” she snorted again.

“I know, I know, these two are such dorks,” Jake rolled his eyes. He dodged as Marc tried to hit the back of his head, “Hey, just because we’re apart doesn’t mean we start fighting,” Steven said, trying to get away from being in between the petty fight. “Ok, chill the f out- hey!” he started before Jake punched at his shoulder, not seriously of course. Layla rolled her eyes as she watched them fight, literal children. “How about we relax and spend time together since you’re all separated. Y’know, enjoy each other’s company?” Layla cut in, the 3 men immediately stopping their fight. “He started it,” Marc muttered. Jake went to hit Marc again before Layla shot him a glare, making him lower his hand again with a huff. Steven practically jumped in place from excitement, “Oh my days! We can play board games, and watch a movie, and-”

“Before that, I need to get out of this tight ass dress and I’m sure you guys want to change too. Then we can do your ideas, ok?” The 3 men nodded obediently, watching as she walked off into the bathroom before bickering again. After they all changed into some comfy clothes, they decided to do fun activities like Steven suggested. They’re apart for once, they can finally all participate without taking turns. They played uno, ate dinner, and talked. It was so nice to have a conversation with Layla without constantly switching out with each other so everyone could talk. However, Layla noticed they definitely missed being together more than they let on. She observed how clingy they were with each other. Constantly sitting together, no space in between them, even Jake who claimed to be not affectionate. It was endearing to watch, they truly did act like brothers.

It’s almost midnight and they finally decided to relax for the night, voting to watch a movie. Layla sat in the middle of the couch, Jake sat to her right, his head resting on her shoulder and totally not cuddling into her side. Marc sat on the fluffy rug on the floor, leaning back in between Layla’s legs. His head rested on her thigh as one of her hands played with his hair. Steven was laying down, feet hanging off the left side of the couch as his head rested in her hap, Layla’s other hand resting in his curls. It was a tight fit but none of them would change it for anything. They could finally get quality time with each other and each feel Layla’s embrace. When the movie finally ended and yawns filled the room, they decided to retire to bed.

…How the hell are all of them supposed to fit? They definitely all had the same thought as they stood at the front of the bed. “Huh…we did not think about this,” Marc pointed out the obvious, making Jake roll his eyes. “We’ll make it work, come on,” Layla said. She pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks before laying down and getting comfortable. The 3 of them glanced at each other before shrugging and lying where they fit. Marc laid to Layla’s right, arm thrown over her body protectively. Jake laid on the left, back facing them but still close enough to feel their touch. With a bit of coaxing from Layla, “You’re not gonna crush me, Steven”, Steven laid in between Layla’s legs, his head resting on her chest. They all sighed deeply as they got comfortable. “I do miss being together and close but it was nice to see you, bruvs, in the real world and not in our mind,” Steven mumbled into the darkness of the room, humming happily as Layla’s fingers raked through his hair. “It was nice being able to hit you guys for being idiotas without hurting myself,” Jake joked, laughing as Marc kicked him. Layla groaned, “No fighting, sleep time. Good night.” Marc chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, all of them mumbling ‘night’ in reply. 

Layla slowly started to wake up as sunlight poured in from in between the blinds. She didn’t feel the weight of 3 bodies pressed against her anymore, just one. She blinked sleepily as she looked over her shoulder, seeing the system still sleeping and spooning her tightly. She smiled at the sight, interlocking her fingers with the ones holding her waste, bringing his hand up to press a kiss against their knuckles. Layla settled back into bed, pressing her back against his chest as she closed her eyes again, feeling sleep overtaking her again. It was nice to be able to see all 3 of her boys at once and be able to hug and love them all, but she wouldn’t change this for the world. And they wouldn’t either as their armed tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her closer as they slept in for the day.

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It’s only been a few weeks since everything in Cairo happened and things have been…not terrible but definitely an adjustment for everyone. Layla has been staying at one of her apartments a few blocks from their flat. Marc had said she could move back in but she argued that it’s best that they needed time to adjust and live as a system first. However, she comes over a few times a week, sometimes staying the night after Steven and Marc started to get the hang of things. Layla got to get to know Steven more, fascinated by how different they were from each other. She did her own research on their condition, wanting to understand more and be closer to Marc.

Speaking of which, he’s been more or less awkward with her. They were dancing around talking about what happened when he died and even before everything happened. She wanted answers but learned the hard way what happens when she pushes too far. Which led to her first official meeting with Jake. It wasn’t pleasant, she’s positive that he hates her. Since then they’ve spoken only a handful of times, Marc and Steven still had trouble getting him to come out when there’s no active threat. The two of them wanted to take things easy, especially since Khonshu was out of the picture, if only they could get Jake to think the same. While she’s been letting them figure things out, Layla has still been doing her own missions, sometimes even working with Taweret. She never wanted to get into this avatar business but working with the hippo goddess and doing some actual good in the world has been amazing. However, Marc does not share the sentiment. Which is what led to this current argument.

Layla was staying over for the next few days. They’ve been doing these little sleepovers for the last few weeks, like a soft reopening to get used to living together again. Everything was going fine, she enjoyed getting to hang out with the both of them. She spent the day with Steven, going to the market and picking out ingredients before coming home and cooking together. The kitchen was filled with laughter as they danced around each other, flour and sauce covering the counter. Layla then got to eat said dinner with Marc, falling back into old ways as they sat across from each other.

They were now watching a movie together. The lights were dimmed as the Tv casted a low light on the room. Layla had her feet kicked up on the coffee table, head leaned on the back of the couch. Marc’s head rested in her lap as his arms were wrapped around her waist. His eyes would slowly blink as her hands gently ran through his hair, he was definitely close to falling asleep.

His droopy eyes opened back up as Layla began to shift around, like she was trying to move him off her lap without waking him, obviously not succeeding. He sleepily rubbed his eye as he looked up at her, “Mmm…where are you going?” Layla smiled softly down at him, placing a kiss to his forehead before standing up from the couch. “Sorry, love, I tried to get up without waking you. I have to head out tonight,” she answered, stretching slightly.

Marc’s eyebrows furrowed, definitely not pouting up at her. “Head out? I thought you were staying another day or two? I had a date night planned…” he grumbled, sitting up on his elbows. Layla just softly laughed at him, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll be back later, no need for the dramatics. Taweret just had a quick mission for me tonight then I’m all yours again.” She cupped his face in her hands. Her thumbs softly rubbed his cheeks as he leaned into her touch as she spoke.

At the mention of the goddess’s name, Marc immediately sat up fully, all tiredness gone from his body. His eyebrows furrowed more as he stared up at her, “Taweret? You still work for her?” Layla groaned internally, already sensing the ongoing argument between them. “Yes, I do. I did a lot of thinking and I want to keep working with her, I’ve told you this.”

Marc huffed, “I just don’t get why? We do plenty of work without the help of some Egyptian god. I mean, you saw what happened with us and Khonshu. You’re the one who was preaching for me to get away from him all these years-”

“Taweret is nothing like Khonshu,” Layla quickly cuts him off. “I made my boundaries extremely clear with her. She doesn’t have me doing these extreme missions that require secrecy and disappearing to who knows where for who knows how long,” she says, voice slowly raising as she backs away from Marc’s touch. Marc stood up, his own emotions starting to stir, “That doesn’t change the fact that she’s still a god! T-they manipulate and use people, just wanting a human to serve them for whatever bullshit avatar business they need. You only took her on because”

“Because you died Marc! You left me and died!” she yelled back. “I understand Khonshu was an asshole but I’m not like you! I wasn’t on my deathbed when I took on this role, having no other choice. I took time and made an informed decision because I’m an adult and can take care of myself like I have been for years. I get to finally do some real good with actual help and you would know if you talked to me instead of arguing about this.” They stood in silence for a few moments, tension high as they both took some deep breaths to calm down. Marc’s jaw tightened as he glared at the floor, one hand rested on his hip as the other rubbed his chin.

“I just…I still don’t trust her- any of them. They all have their own agendas they’re working towards,” Marc muttered, “You didn’t see the way the gods talked about their avatars and humans when Khonshu took me to meet with them. A-and I just don’t think-”

“Oh my fucking god,” Layla muttered, shaking her head as she turned away from him. She stormed over to the dresser, beginning to pack her bag as he talked. “I just don't think you should go on these missions for her! Who knows what her bigger goal is or what if we have another Ammit situation?! I don’t have the suit to protect you anymore!”

Layla paused stuffing clothes in her bookbag as she slowly looked up, glaring at Marc. “Protect me? Is that what you call all these years? Protecting me?! I can handle myself just fine like I’ve done all these years! I don’t need your shitty protection which you’ve done a stand up job on,” she mocked. Marc stormed over to the opposite side of the bed, “And what is that supposed to mean? Everything I’ve done these last few years was to protect you!” Layla slammed her bag down on the bed, not noticing Marc’s flinch, “Don’t play that card. That was not for me, you did all of that to protect yourself! All you ever do is push me away when things get hard, starting arguments and abandoning me! I don’t need your protection, I just want your support and honesty. For you to trust me and make decisions on my own!” 

Marc could feel his hands starting to shake as she continued to yell, his mind growing fuzzy. He rubbed at his face for a moment, trying to take a steady breath before responding. Layla was still packing some clothes and accessories as he spoke, “Let me come with you at least.” She glared at him again, “Are you serious?!” The fuzziness in his mind grew at he tried to take a step towards her, voice pleading, “S-so you can still go and I can help-”

Layla threw her arms up in frustration, hand holding a belt she meant to pack in her bag. She paused her yelling as Marc flinched violently away, tripping over the bed as he scrambled back. “P-please! I’m sorry, don’t!” he cried, arms raised as if to cover himself from a blow. Layla’s anger quickly sizzled out, replaced with confusion and worry as she took a step towards him, “Marc, what’re you-?” she cuts herself off as Marc flinches again before going completely still.

The body freezes before standing up straight with a newfound protectiveness, his hands now in a defensive fighting position. His eyes quickly dart around the room before looking from the belt to Layla’s concerned eyes. “M-marc?” she questioned softly, she took another step  forward, pausing as he took a step back from her. “I’m not Marc…” he muttered, eyes still glancing down to her hands. The defensive position, lack of English accent, Jake. "Jake? What’s going on?” she questioned, usually if they argued he would just space out or at worse switch to Steven not…this.

“You tell me, our body is in overdrive and Marc is very far back. What exactly did you do to my hermano?” Jake muttered, glare never softening. Layla didn’t understand, yes Jake tended to be quieter and more reserved towards her than the others but never this cold. “I just want to understand, I’m not a threat or whatever it is you think. You know that,” she said softly, taking another step towards him. She saw him swallow as he took another step back, fists still held up, “Right now? No sé nada. Talk, tell me exactly what happened,” he glared. Layla frowned but nodded in understanding, “Ok…we were just watching a movie and I was going to leave for a mission with Taweret and that sparked an argument. I was just packing to leave when…?” Layla followed Jake’s gaze to the belt in her hand.

Her eyes widened, “Did he think I was going to hit him?” she said, her voice shaking. Jake’s voice was strained, body far from relaxed, “Were you?” Layla quickly dropped the belt to the floor, her hand coming up to cover her mouth in shock. Steven had briefly and vaguely talked about their childhood but she didn’t know it was this bad. “O-of course not! I would never, Marc knows I would never. He knows how I just get angry when he-”

“So you’re blaming him? That’s exactly what she did,” Jake muttered, he had hid a flinch when she suddenly dropped the belt. He lowered his fists, knowing Layla is no longer a physical threat at least. “No, Jake, that’s not what I meant. We have our issues and just certain things we can’t seem to agree on but I would never do something so-... so disgusting and just cruel ,” she said, eyes pleading at Jake to trust her. He stared back, searching her eyes for something before apparently finding it. He lets out a long and exhausted sounding sigh, rubbing his face as he sits on the edge of the bed.

She watches as his knee bounces and hands rub together anxiously, she recognizes the same repetitive and self soothing behavior in Steven. Layla keeps her distance, sensing the still lingering tension between them as she leans against the dresser in front of him instead. “Joder…,” Jake muttered, avoiding her gaze. “How much did they tell you?”

Layla blinks in confusion, “about what exactly?” Jake rolls his eyes as his hand gestures vaguely, “Our childhood, when we died, what else?” Her arms crossed over her body, “Steven talked about it briefly but Marc always jumps in and stops him from giving me any real answers. I know it was bad…I know when you all died you got sent to some Egyptian afterlife. All of it was unclear but I’ve been learning to not push so much when it comes to these sensitive topics. Even though I want answers and just for my husband to be honest with me, or at least know he can trust me.” It’s silent for a few moments, she watches Jake fidget with his hands, staring at the floor. She wonders if he’s talking to either of them. 

“Marc is going to hate me for this but he’s not here and it needs to be said,” Jake started, Layla opened her mouth to speak but he quickly cut her off. “I am going to give you a rundown of why today happened and why we are the way we are. You are not going to interrupt, you will not ask questions, and you will certainly not bring this up with Marc unless he brings it up first. Understand?” he says, slowly looking up at her and holding eye contact. His stare was piercing and she knew better than to question him. Layla simply nodded. 

Jake took another deep breath as his knee began to shake more. Marc was going to kill him, but this will never work if Layla doesn’t know. She makes Marc happy, Steven too. If she brings happiness and peace within their mind then he’ll do everything in his power to make sure it stays this way. It was his job, he needed to protect them.

He dug his nails into his palm as his eyes stared at the floor instead. “I’m not going to give you every little detail, just enough to paint a picture. Even as the protector of our little group, I have my…my limits. The memories are hard for me too,” Jake murmured. 

“We-...Marc had a brother. Su nombre era Randall. There was an accident with him and Marc when they were very young…R-randall died, Marc lived. Our mother, el demonio, blamed Marc for it. I don’t give a damn about her excuses, but I guess she just couldn’t handle it. She blamed Marc for it and then…then she would yell, punish him for the smallest mistakes. It escalated to smacking, hitting, beating. Marc needed an escape from reality, thus creating me and Steven.” Jake takes a few moments to take some deep breaths, pushing away the fuzzy feeling in his brain. Steven could sense the distress and how Marc disappeared. Jake pushed Steven back, he didn’t need to hear all of this again.

Jake sighs again, leaning back as he looks up at Layla again. “Anyways this goes on for years, padre never did shit. Got sent to an asylum, more abuse, then we ran away. You know the next parts because he joined the military and met…you.  Before I go on to why this is relevant now, I will permit a few questions. Go.” He expected a flood of questions immediately, why didn’t he protect them better? How did he form? Or literally anything else then:

“Is…is it ok if I touch you?” she asked softly, knowing her voice would crack from all the emotions in her chest. Jake was stunned for a moment before frowning slightly. “I guess? You are no longer a physical threat so-”

He was cut off by Layla sitting next to him on the bed, she moved slowly, like she was trying not to startle an animal. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she murmured before slowly wrapping her arms around him in a one-sided hug. “I just…I don’t even know what to say and I don’t want this to seem like pity or anything else, I know how your thinking gets. Just know that I am here for you, all of you…you can continue whenever you’re ready.”

Jake felt his throat choke up from emotions, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been touched, let alone hugged. He cleared his throat as he subconsciously leaned into her hold. “A-anyways…with you Marc was happy. I had no reason to be out, I didn’t front for several years at that point. Steven, you probably accidentally met him several times without realizing. But everything fell apart a few months before Cairo happened. Marc ran away from you because he found out el demonio died. This is when Marc and Steven’s life started to blend together. Marc went dormant, disappeared into our mind. Steven took over for a while, living here,” he gestured to the loft. 

“Marc did his moon knight business as Steven ‘slept.’ He felt guilty about his existence and didn’t want his issues pouring on to him. For some reason, ever since we both formed, Steven would never remember us. As kids we knew of each other’s existences and talked but he always forgot. But that hasn’t happened in almost a year so I don’t know… You know most of the next part sense you found Steven and all that bullshit happened.”

Jake turned to face Layla, his expression back to being closed off. “When we died…it was extreme for all 3 of us. I don’t know the specifics because I was trapped in some box but I was able to see most of their memories plus the bits Steven told me. They had to relive a lot of mierda memories, they couldn’t leave until Marc stopped hiding things from Steven apparently. So they both had to relive the worst moments of our lives, for Steven it felt like the first time since he didn’t know about h-how evil that woman was to us.” Jake let out a small laugh as he shook his head, “Wanna know somethn’ funny? She always said the belt wawa her favorite, that it helped us pay for what we did to him. Which is why when you were yelling and holding that ,” he nodded to the forgotten belt on the ground. “It set off every alarm and repressed reflexes in our body. I’m not going to blame you because I know Marc didn’t tell you any of this, which Steven and I were against. But…por favor, no matter how angry you get and trust me I know how infuriating Marc can be, do not raise your hand or god forbid an object like that again.” He held his hand up, softly asking her to hold on for just a moment more.

“I know I have um…trouble showing it, I’m still getting used to this whole ‘being my own person thing’ but I do not hate you. I do not think you would ever lay hands on us. Marc and Steven have trusted you with our heart, and I’m doing the same. They’ve…we’ve just been through so much shit and have a lot of baggage that we’re slowly working through. It’s not your fault we got triggered but I’m asking to be mindful in the future, especially during arguments. Steven and I are working on Marc’s self-destructive ways, just know he’s trying,” Jake finished. It was silent for a few moments before he looked up at Layla who had tears in her eyes. He was surprised by the wetness in his own eyes as Layla held his hand in her lap.

“I-I, gosh I’m sorry, I don’t even know what to say. Jake, thank you for sharing everything. I know you don’t blame me but I’m so sorry for tonight. I-I promise I’m going to be more mindful and just watch out for all of you guys’ triggers. I-...I love you all so much,” she choked out, tears slowly falling down her eyes. Jake tried to blink away the growing tears before slowly wrapping his arms around Layla, finally hugging her back. The two of them cried against each other, emotions high in the room. Layla hopped Jake, honestly all of them, could feel the words she couldn’t form in the hug. She felt like there was nothing she could say to help or try to understand. She just wanted them to know she was here for them, that she was sorry, for everything. That she loved them.

Jake has never felt so many emotions before, he prides himself in being stoic, the brave and non-emotion side. Be he didn’t have to be that anymore, not right now. The fuzziness came back full force as he pressed his head into her shoulder. “Steven wants to come out…I need to find Marc anyways,” he murmured. “Of course, no need for my permission. Don’t be a stranger, Jake,” she whispered back. She felt him nod against her shoulder before their body went stiff for a moment.

He pulled back from the hug, wiping his eyes. “Gosh, that was an emotional rollercoaster, yea?” Steven said, looking back up at her. Layla smiled softly at him, wiping her own tears away. “Did you…?” she questioned. He nodded, “Most of it anyways. I saw what happened with Marc then Jake shoved me away. I caught the tail end of it though! Jake thinks he’s clever, but I know how to push myself to the front too. I knew everything was going to explode if Marc didn’t let us talk to you…please don’t blame yourself, love.”

Layla shook her head, “I get what you and Jake are trying to do but I take responsibility for my part. I always had a bad habit of pushing people too far, especially him. Even after learning about you guys, I just get so focused on wanting answers sometimes…so I am sorry.” Steven gave her a small smile as he held her hands, “Well, I forgive you and I’ve noticed you making an effort. Jake forgives you too…I’ve never heard him talk so much so that’s a win, innit?” Layla laughed softly, the tension finally lessening. Steven laughed too, happy to help lift the mood from this unfortunate situation but at least they all grew closer. A better understanding between them.

After a few moments Layla looked at Steven with worry in her eyes, “Is…is Marc ok? Have you heard from him?” He shakes his head softly, “I’m sorry, I haven’t…that trigger made him go really far back. Cairo has brought back so many repressed memories for us, which we obviously need to work through. But I say not to fully blame yourself because everything is so fresh for us. We’ve honestly been getting triggered by even the smallest resemblance to our childhood, it was like a ticking bomb ready to explode…and it just happened to be tonight. But Jake went to find him! And he’s better at navigating the darker parts of our mind than I am. Maybe we can just…take it easy until he gets back?”

“Of course! I’ll let Taweret know I can’t go out tonight and we can finish our movie, relax, let emotions come down,” Layla agreed. Steven smiled as he gave her another quick hug. After they wiped the last of their tears, Layla stepped to the side to speak with said hippo goddess and Steven drags the comforter to the couch. The two of them cuddle on the couch, wrapped in the blanket as they watch the rest of the movie. Luckily Steven already watched it so there was no need to rewind. Steven’s head laid against the back of the couch as Layla was pressed against him, her head laying on his chest. His arms were wrapped around her, the feeling of her body helped ground him. He wasn’t there for the emotional talk but the body was still a bit on edge. With every passing minute he felt the wait lift off his shoulders. Though he kept an eye out for any feeling of Jake or Marc. Layla enjoyed the silence, having time to relax and be alone with her thoughts. The silence was broken after several minutes, the quiet voice startling her.

“...Layla?” Marc softly said. Layla turned to look at him, Marc’s eyes watering again. “B-baby, I’m so sorry-” Layla cuts him off with quiet shushing. “It's ok, I know…I’m sorry too. I had a long talk with Jake and spoke with Steven too…just take it easy tonight, we can talk tomorrow. Just tell me what you need,” she said. Marc sniffed quietly, leaning his head onto her shoulder and hugging her tightly, “J-just this.” Layla nods, hugging him back. They sit in silence, emotions heavy, but not bad ones. There was a new understanding there, Marc finally letting himself be seen fully and be vulnerable. Layla would no longer push; she just wanted to be there for them. Marc let out a long breath, the tension leaving his body, they will talk tomorrow. Everything is ok.

“Thank you…for understanding, f-for everything”

“Always, I’m here for you, all of you”

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Steven walks down the busy streets of New York, staring up at all the signs and lights with wonder. “Wow! This place is so cool, ooh!” He goes to grab his phone to take a picture when his head is forced to look straight as his arms drop to his side. “ Para eso, you’re making us look like tourists. You will easily get scammed or robbed here, ” Jake muttered, feeling second hand embarrassment. “ Knew I should’ve fronted instead, ” he mumbled. Steven pouted as he kept walking down the sidewalk, “But I am a tourist, I've never been here. You and Marc are the only ones to travel, besides our childhood, I’ve never even left London.” Marc chuckled, “ Jake, leave him alone. He’s just excited. ” Jake huffed in annoyance, “ Fine, but if our wallet is missing later, I don’t want to hear shit. ”

“ After we finish this mission, we can sight see a bit. Show you some of the places I like to visit and I’m sure Jake will too, ” Marc said. Khonshu had come to them a few nights ago, saying he had a smaller mission for the system, though it was in America. It was only supposed to take a couple of days but they decided to make a vacation out of this mission. It has been a while since any of them have been in America, let alone New York. “ Sí, I can finally catch up with a few contacts of mine. I haven’t been here since before we all started working together, ” Jake said, interest bleeding into his voice. Steven gasps dramatically, “Jake has friends? That’s not us? That is bonkers, bruv.”

Marc snorts, “ Yeah, since when did you have friends? Have I met them? ” Jake rolls his eyes, letting his annoyance bleed through their mind, “ Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Unlike you two, I don’t have a problem socializing. You guys also forget that I used to be a cab driver, you make lots of friends on the road…and technically one of my friends was Marc’s first but at the time I was the one who fronted the most. ”

“ And who’s that? I didn’t talk with too many people before everything happened, ” Marc says. Jake smirked, “ Jean Paul-Duchamp. ” Marc’s eyes widened as a smile started to grow, “ Frenchie? You’ve been in contact with him this whole time? Holy shit- ”

Steven hummed happily as he listened to Marc and Jake chatter about whoever that guy is. He’ll probably just talk about him later. Khonshu never gave them too much information, just told them to walk around this certain area and be on the lookout. So here he was, walking down the street. The best part about being in a busy area like New York, no one paid him any mind. He’s been able to talk to Marc and Jake out loud and no one batted an eye. Though he didn’t like the crowded streets too much, it made his anxiety bubble up. But having Marc and Jake in his ear helped keep him relaxed and his mind focused on their words. He continued to walk, wanting to go into different shops and stands but Jake would steer him away again.

As Steven started to circle the warehouse again, something caught his eye. He’s seen that black van circle the block almost 4 times now. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched it turn into an alleyway next to the warehouse. Steven looked around quickly before slowly following. He hid behind a wall, slowly peeking around the corner with a watchful eye. The van parked by the side entrance of the building. Several people hopped out the back doors, all dressed in black with different masks and coverups. “ Do you remember when he- wait, when did we get here? ” Marc asked, tuning back into the real world. Jake instantly tensed up as he appeared on a nearby window, “ What’s going on? ”

“Well while you two were chatting it up, I started following them. They’ve been circling the building and finally making a move now. I think they’re the ones Khonshu told us to look out for,” Steven whispered. There were 9 guys in total, they each grabbed duffle bags and picked the lock to the door before walking in. Steven frowned as he looked for a different way in, he spotted an open skylight, “bingo,” he smiled. Jake grimaced, “ Don’t say that out loud. ”

Marc took control of their hand, pointing to a ladder that led to a fire escape, “ Use that to get up there. ” Steven nodded, looked around one last time before jogging deeper into the alleyway. He climbed the ladder all the way up to the roof and walked carefully next to the edge. “ Aww, Steven’s getting better at stealth. I feel like a padre orgulloso, ” Jake cooed teasingly. Steven rolled his eyes as he summoned his suit, the familiar white tux wrapping around his body. 

“ Steven Grant ,” Khonshu appears. Steven definitely did not jump and yelp loudly, Marc and Jake snicker as his face blushes under the mask. “What happened to a hello? Hi? Or any type of greeting before j-just…just appearing out of nowhere!” he rambles. Khonshu just stares at him for a moment before shaking his head lowly, “ That was the greeting. It is not my fault you are skittish .” Steven sighed as his shoulders relaxed, “Both of you shush up, remember when we first met Taweret, Marc?” That quickly shut him up as Jake still laughed. “ Focus! ” Khonshu yelled, slamming his staff down, which reminded Steven of a toddler throwing a fit. “Fine. Anyways, I think I found the people you told us to look out for. They went into this abandoned warehouse thing, they had a bunch of bags and stuff,” Steven says, crouching down to peer inside the skylight and down into the building.

“ Nicely done, my knight. These parasites should not be a difficult battle, it is just their weapons that are dangerous. They stole them from different tombs, which need to be returned. But my main concern is an artifact that they have. It can summon warriors that passed away fighting for their Gods. It can also do other things and can be very dangerous when in the hands of people who don’t know how to use it or have a connection with Gods. ” Steven nodded along, “But we do because we’re an avatar, right?” Khonshu nodded, “ Exactly, that is why you are the smart knight .” 

“Ha! He called me the smart one, I wonder what he calls you lot,” Steven cheers. He can feel the eyeroll from both of them. “ Call for me when the artifact and weapons are safely secured, ” At that, Khonshu disappears, some sand falling to the ground like always. Steven sighs as he stares at the ground, “He always says that but never answers when we do…anyways, am I taking the lead for this then?” He looks to the windows of the skylight, Marc and Jake standing there. Marc shrugs, “ Why not, seems like a simple enough mission and you need more practice. ” Jake snorted, “ Remember last time he lead he- ”

“We don’t need to talk about last time!” he whispered yelled, a blush growing behind the mask. Steven looked back down into the warehouse, there were 4 guys walking around, unloading their bags. The other 5 must be in a different room he couldn’t see. “I just gotta drop down, kick some butt, get the artifacts, right?” Steven mumbled. “ Pretty much, and we’re here to tag in whenever, ” Marc says, Jake nodding in agreement. Steven muttered more words of encouragement to himself as he stood up and summoned his clubs.

He drops down from the skylight, immediately alerting the men as he landed. Steven threw a club at the closest guy before running to the other. He holds his own pretty well, Marc made sure he learned hand-to-hand combat after Cairo. More guys rushed in, definitely more than the 9 he saw outside. “What in the..?! I thought Khonshu said this was a simple mission!” Steven yelled as he kept fighting the henchmen. “ Now we know not to always trust that bird fucker, ” Jake replied. 

Steven managed to knock out a good chunk of the guys before more people ran in. The new wave of people had guns, he could see that they had some sort of markings or symbols on the weapons. “Those must be the magic ones Khonshu was talking about!” Steven pointed out. “ Careful, we don’t know what those things do, ” Marc said. Jake nodded, “And we are vastly outnumbered.” Steven jumped off one of the tables and wrapped his legs around one of the bag guy’s waist, hitting him repeatedly in the face until he dropped the gun. When he finally did pass out, Steven picked up the gun and put it inside his jacket before going back to fighting the other guys. “ Steven, look! 6 o’clock! ” Marc called out.

He quickly whipped his head up, one of the men grabbed a duffle bag and was running for the exit. The bag was unzipped and he could see a glowing statue. “ That’s the artifact, ” Jake said. “Fuck, he’s getting away!” Steven yelled, he tried to run after him but several guys started to surround him. 

This is not good, not good at all. He stood there for a second, watching as they circled him, trying to find the best approach and fast. Suddenly one of the guys flew straight into the air, startling all of them. Then another disappeared, and another. “What the…?” Steven looked up, not seeing anything immediately until webs started to fly around. Several guys started getting tied up to the ceiling or to the ground. That’s when a lean guy in a black and red suit swung from the ceiling, kicking a guy going to attack Steven. 

“Hey man! Nice tux, dude. Are you good or bad?” he asked, beginning to fight alongside Steven. “ Is that a kid? He sounds young .” Marc questioned, concern evident in his voice. “ Is he dressed as an araña? The hell is that about? ” Jake asked. Once Steven got a good look at him when he landed, his eyes widened, “Oh my days! That’s Spiderman! We’re working with a real superhero, an actual Avenger!” Steven yelled happily. He quickly snapped out of it and helped him fight, “Hey, mate! I’m definitely good. These guys have some dangerous weapons so be care-”

“Holy shi-” Spiderman yelled as he got thrown across the room from one of the energy guns. He quickly recovered and landed on the wall before swinging back to the fight. “Good to know, are you a British hero? Wow, Mr.Stark’s gonna love this!” he said. “ What the fuck is happening right now? ” Marc questioned. “I’m English and I even know about the avengers. Do you guys live under a rock? Wait- oh no!” Steven said out loud, the guy with the artifact had run out and jumped in the back of the van. He groaned before focusing on the fight again. Now that he had help, the guys were quickly dropping as Marc and Jake continued to chatter away.

“ He can’t be no older than 16, the hell is he doing fighting crime? ” Marc questioned. “Ignoring that, why is he dressed as a spider? ” Jake asked again, genuinely confused and definitely judging. “ It’s New York, every hero here has a weird gimmick, I don’t know. But, he’s shooting weird web things so I guess that’s his power, ” Marc shrugged. He knew of the avengers, but he tried to stay under their radar. 

“Can you guys shut up for a minute!” Steven huffed, he was starting to actually get annoyed. He just got pinned to the ground as he headbutted the man off of him and quickly rolled away. “I didn’t say anything?” Spiderman said, helping Steven off the ground. Steven waved him off as his hands rested on his knees, trying to catch his breath back.

They had finally knocked out all the henchmen, some were laying on the ground as others were webbed to the ceiling or wall. “ Sorry, buddy, ” Marc says. Jake just shrugged, “ Eh, you got the job done so you’re fine. You know how many missions I have to do with you two bickering in my ear? ” Steven rolled his eyes as he stood up, walking over to one of the bodies. “One of them ran away with the artifact, but at least we have the weapons,” Steven mumbled as he crouched next to the knocked out guy. 

“Artifact? Is that what you’re after? Also you fight great! The way you move around and throw your pole thingies is so cool! What do I call you?” Spiderman rambled. Steven chuckled as he blushed from the compliments, “I do fight pretty good, don’t I?” He can feel Jake’s eye roll, “ Any more compliments and your head may fall off. ”

Steven ignored him as he carefully picked up the gun from his jacket, looking at it carefully. “Well you can call me Mr.Knight and yeah these guys are pretty dangerous but we have it handled,” Steven mumbled as he tried to recall what the different symbols along the barrel meant. “We? Oh, are you a part of a team too?” Spiderman asked. Fuck. Steven’s eyes widened slightly before clearing his throat, “Oh- um, sort of? My, um, brothers and I work together.” Spiderman tilted his head before shrugging and crouching next to him. “I’ve fought a few of these guys before. I thought it was just another gang popping up but now they have magic weapons…I should report this to Mr.Stark.” Steven saw Marc shake his head in the reflection of the gun, “ No, no, hell no. We do not need avengers on our ass too. They will take us in and try to question us and it’ll just be bad. They don’t like vigilantes and the type of work we do. ”

Steven laughed nervously as he held the gun closer to the chest, “Is there any way we can just keep this between us? I’m sure you guys have bigger battles to worry about, I know these guys and I have specific orders to deal with them.” Steven can tell the kid was weighing his options, “I’m really sorry Mr.Knight, sir, but Mr.Stark would kill me if I kept this hidden. Anything with magic or out of the world stuff has to be reported. B-but we can help you! We could work together.” 

Khonshu suddenly appeared, making Spiderman stand up, completely alert. “I just felt something…? We should probably leave. We could try to find the guy that ran,” he suggested. “ Do not let this child anywhere near these weapons. Do you know how much destruction they can cause? You do not need the help of these ‘avengers’. They are humans who think they are gods ,” Khonshu scoffed. Steven rolled his eyes at him before standing up too. He started collecting the weapons that each guy had, “That would be a great honor to work with you guys but I do have to decline, mate. Please, try to stay out of our way. I know what I’m doing with these guys.”

Spiderman frowned under his mask, “I can’t promise that…but it was nice meeting you sir! I have to get going, maybe we’ll meet again?” He waved as he swung to the ceiling, Steven waving back before turning back to Khonshu. “ You need to avoid involving anyone else, especially them. Now, what happened here? Did you get everything? ” he asked. “Y’know a thank you or a good job would be nice everyone in a while,” Steven muttered. Khonshu stalked closer to him, leaning down so they’re face to face. “ You will receive praise when you properly complete the mission. What happened here? ” Steven could tell he would be glaring if he had eyes. “Well, Spiderman actually helped me beat up these guys. I’ve got the weapons you were talking about but the one with the artifact got away,” he explained. Khonshu was silent for a few moments before standing straight and slamming his staff against the ground, a gust of wind knocking everything back as Steven flinched.

“ Damn it! Do you know how dangerous that artifact is? It can not be out in some mortal’s hands! ” he yelled. “Hey!” Jake yelled back as he switched in. “Don’t yell at Steven, gilipollas! He did his damn best out there without any help from you. It’s not our fault that we got ambushed and caught by surprise. He got all the weapons didn’t he? We’ll get the damn statue back but do not put the blame on us.” Jake glared into the sockets of the god’s eyes, stepping closer with every word. Khonshu stared back before huffing, “ ...Fine. The artifact better be contained by the end of the week. ” He said before disappearing into the wind again.

Jake shook his head as he turned to face some windows. “Don’t listen to him, hermano. He’s una pequeña perra,” he tried to comfort. Said alter is sulking in the reflection as Marc looks to him sadly. “ Yea, you did great today buddy. You still got all the weapons and got to meet an avenger, ” Marc tried to cheer him up. Steven fidgeted with his hands as he stared at the ground, “ Thanks bruvs…let’s just go and plan for tomorrow ”

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It took another 2 days until the system saw the gang of thieves again. The 3 of them have been patrolling every day to see if they see any activity from them. Khonshu had given them a tip to go to a certain warehouse near the water. Marc was fronting and taking the lead for this mission. Jake was close to the front and Steven was sort of nearby. He didn’t disappear but he has been unusually quiet since Khonshu snapped at him.

Marc was in his classic Moon knight suit as he crouched on a ceiling beam, giving him the perfect view of the entire main area of the warehouse. “ They should be here any second, if Khonshu was telling the truth ,” Jake said. Marc nodded, keeping his eyes to the different entrances of the building. “I still don’t get what they want and how they even got this damn thing in the first place. They’re not more of Harrow’s people, so who are they?” Marc questioned, speaking in a low whisper. “ I don’t think they’re anyone…important anyways. They didn’t even seem like they knew how to work the guns when I was fighting them. I think they are just some regular thieves that got their hands on the wrong thing and trying to sell it, ” Steven piped in quietly. Marc smiled slightly at the sound of his voice again. 

“ It could explain why they're so protective of the statue, they probably have a lot of money on the line for this gig .” Marc nodded along, forming some of his own theories. He immediately sits straighter as one of the doors open. The thugs from before walk in, along with some guys in fancy suits and briefcases. Marc stays crouched as he walks along the ceiling beams to get closer and listen in on the conversation.

“We agreed on 50,000, why would we up it for some common thugs?” one of the men in the suit said. “Well these common thugs are the ones who did the hard work! Do you know how many of my men got attacked by some bitch in white tux for this stupid thing? We deserve more!” the main criminal said. “ Looks like Steven was right. These guys were just doing a gig for some money, they have no clue how dangerous these things are ,” Marc said, observing silently. He could feel Steven’s smile as he pushed a bit closer to the front. “ At least they don’t have any more magic guns from what I can see. Should be easy to take down the main guys and grab the artifact ” Jake suggested. “ Plus, it looks like they may start fighting on their own, ” Steven pointed out. The criminals had pulled out pistols and aimed at the suited man, still arguing about how much they deserve. Marc started thinking of a plan to get the artifact without drawing any attention to himself, “ We could try-”

“Come on ladies, let’s all calm down here. No need to argue,” Iron man says, hovering above the bad guys as he holds his palm up, the energy beam glowing and ready to shoot. “ Why the fuck is Tony Stark here?!” Marc said. “ Oh my days we get to work alongside another avenger! And the avenger at that! ” Steven smiles. “ I thought the americano one with the shield was the leader? ” Jake asked, Steven has been trying to educate him on who the avengers are since they met spiderman. Steven rolled his eyes, “ I mean technically, yea, but I always thought iron man was the cooler one .”

“ It doesn’t matter who the leader is, why the fuck is he here? I unfortunately agree with Khonshu, it is not a good idea for the avengers to be apart of this ,” Marc muttered, keeping his eyes on Tony. The leader of the guys in the suits smiles up at Iron man, “Ah, Mr.Stark. Isn’t this type of business below what you usually handle? You don’t need to worry about us street people, right?” he sneered. Tony lowered himself to the ground and began walking up to them. “You’re right, I usually don’t worry about people who dress like they’re in Men in Black, but it became my problem when you start using things like that,” he nodded at one of the thugs holding the bag with the artifact in it. 

“ As much as I love the avengers, we can not let them get the artifact. We’ll never be able to return it to Khonshu if they get their hands on it .” Marc nodded, walking across the ceiling beam so he was directly over Tony and the bad guys. He tuned out their bickering as he summoned a crescent dart from his chest, “ Once they start fighting, I’ll drop down and get it. Let Iron Man deal with them ,” Marc said. He could feel Steven’s and Jake’s agreement. 

“Alright, I had enough” Tony muttered before blasting one of the suited men. That’s when all hell broke loose. The thugs and suited guys shot at each other and Tony, while he blasted them with his non-lethal beams. Marc’s eyes tracked the one holding the duffle bag before dropping down on top of him. The guy shouted in surprise as he was tackled to the ground. “Where do you think you’re going?” Marc tilted his head at him before plunging the crescent into his shoulder. He tried not to kill since it upset Steven and he wanted to be better, but he could still be a ruthless fighter if needed. 

“A-ah fuck you,” the man growled, headbutting him. Marc shook his head as the pain faded quickly before plunging the crescent into his arm deeper. “For your sake, stay down,” he told him before ripping the bag from his hand. That’s when Tony flew by him, still fighting the remaining guys. “Oh, so you’re the mummy man the kid was telling me about,” he chuckled. Marc ignored him as he pulled the duffle bag over his shoulder before heading for the door, “ Seems like chico araña isn’t good at keeping secrets ,” Jake rolled his eyes. Speaking of which, as Marc was going to leave, Spiderman lowered from the ceiling directly in front of him.

He was upside down and holding onto his web, “Mr.Knight, sir, I’m so sorry but I’m not allowed to let you leave with that statue thing.” Marc huffed in annoyance but knew he couldn’t get mad at the kid for following orders by someone he obviously looks up to. “I’m not Mr.Knight and I am leaving,” he said. Marc turned around, Iron Man standing there with his arms crossed and helmet off. “Underoos, is right. You’re not leaving with that thing,” he said, eyes observing Marc’s body language. 

“ We can’t let them get it. Khonshu warned how it’s powerful and can have bad effects in the wrong hands, ” Marc said, looking right back at Tony. “ We could take them ,” Jake shrugged. “ We are NOT fighting two avengers! ” Steven panics. “ And a kid, at that .” Tony raised an eyebrow, “Got nothing to say, Charmin ultra soft?” Spider Man walked to stand next to Ironman, eyeing him warily. “You’re Mr.Knight’s brother, right? He mentioned how he worked with you. I fought alongside him a few days ago against these same guys!” Marc lets out a deep sigh, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get out of this without fighting. “How many of you are there?” Tony questioned, he kept his hand up in case he made any sudden movements. 

Marc’s jaw tensed under the mask, “ Maybe a little truth won’t hurt and will get them off our case ,” he suggested. “It’s me and my 2 brothers,” Marc turned to Spider Man, “Mr.Knight told me about you.” The kid’s eyes widened slightly as he slowly dropped to the floor, “All good things, I hope.” 

Marc’s gaze flickered to Khonshu as he appeared behind Tony, using his staff to point to a dark corner. He focused his eyes and caught a glimpse of metal in the light. Black Widow and Hawkeye were there, their weapons trained on him. “ Fuck ,” Marc groaned internally. “ How do we catch the attention of the entire Avengers team! They will murder us! ” Steven panicked. Jake rolled his eyes, “ Cállate , we are not going to die if we fight our way out. ” “ What?!? That’s exactly how we’ll die ” he yelled, freaking out more. 

“Shut up” Marc hissed under his breath. “What was that?” Tony questioned, stepping forward, making Marc take one back. “Nothing. Look–we don’t want any trouble with you or the avengers for that matter. You have no clue what you’re actually dealing with. I just need to get these artifacts and weapons and I’ll be on my way,” he said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. “And you must understand, I can’t do that. Not sure if you looked at any news lately but vigilantism is illegal and anything dealing with magic immediately becomes the avengers problem. All I want to do is have a quick chat back at the tower,” Tony mocked, coming closer again.

Marc gripped the statue tighter, there’s no way he can take them all down. But he can’t let them take it or bring them in for questioning. “Just a little chat? Then why have you had weapons pointed at me since you started talking?” he glared at the corner. He watched as Hawkeye stepped into the light, bow drawn and still trained on him. “Gotta give it to him, he got some neat tricks, Nat” he said, eyes never leaving Marc’s. Natasha stepped into the light too, 2 pistols aimed at him as her head was slightly tilted with curiosity and focus. Spider Man suddenly stood in between him and Tony, “W-wait Mr.Stark, you promised no fighting! He’s been honest and his brother is really chill and helped me!” he said, trying to mediate. Tony’s eyes softened as he glanced at the kid before moving to Marc again. “And I’ll keep my promise…as long as he comes willingly. Y’know the drill, kid.” 

As Tony and Spiderman started to argue, Marc began to cautiously back up, hoping to go unnoticed. “ Coward ,” Jake muttered. “ There’s no way in hell I’m fighting all of them and winning. You do that when it’s your turn to front, ” he rolled his eyes as he turned for the exit. An arrow suddenly whizzed past him and wrapped around his legs, causing him to let out a (very manly) yelp as he fell to the ground, the statue clanging loudly against the floor and away from his grasp. He rolled onto his back to see Hawkeyes standing over him, “Aw, leaving so soon? Didn’t even say goodbye, how rude” he smirked, pulling on the rope to bring him closer. Marc growled as he turned back to the artifact which was currently being picked up. Khonshu’s going to kill them. “Clint, there’s no need to rile him up, we just need to talk to him.” 

“ Oh my everlasting days! It’s Steve Rogers, Captain America, like the best superhero ever! ” Steven geeked, Marc had to shake away the headache beginning to form as Steven pressed even closer to the front. “ Calm the hell down, if we accidentally start switching it’s going to cause everything to shit ,” Marc said, glaring as Steve turned the statue around in his hand. “ And your so-called hero may be taking us into custody or even killing us ” Jake rolled his eyes. 

“Come on, Cap, you never let me have fun,” Clint groaned, keeping his arrow pointed at Marc, “and it’s his fault for running anyway.” Steve walked closer to Marc’s body on the floor, according to Steven his shield was practically gleaming majestically in the light. “Yes, but he hasn’t tried to fight. I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt,” he held his hand out. Marc ignored it as he stood up, detangling the rope from around his ankles, and faced the Captain. “I’m Steve Rogers, and you are?” he asked, glancing at him wearily. Marc sighed to himself as he clenched his fist. “ Just try being honest, and hopefully they let us go ,” Steven reminded.

“You can just call me Moon Knight. Yes, I know who all of you are but I frankly don’t give a shit about your hero politics. I don’t even live in America, I’m just here for what was supposed to be a simple mission and now you’re interrupting. So if you could please give me back that statue before we all deeply regret it,” he said, taking a step closer to Steve. Cap held his shield up, blocking Marc’s view of the artifact. Tony walked over to stand next to Steve, chuckling, “Ha! He said we’re going to regret it. Buddy, you are vastly outnumbered here, even if your brother did manage to show up.”

“Holy hell, could you listen to me for 5 seconds?? That statue is dangerous, you don’t understand its power. Hell, I barely do and I’m the one sent to retrieve it. If you accidentally do something to that thing you could get us all killed,” He growled, reaching for the statue again. Steve hit his hand away with the shield, making him hiss from the pain before it dulled again. “ Please let me at him, let me show him what happens to people who fuck with us! ” Jake said, starting to get riled up. “ No! Marc, bruv, do not lose your temper to the avengers! I don’t wanna die! ” Steven panicked, pressing closer to the front. 

Marc shook his head again, trying to push away their voices. He summoned a crescent dart from his chest, instantly making everyone stand on edge and hold up their own weapons. “I do not want to fight, but I’m getting that statue,” he huffed. Steve held up the shield as soon as Marc went to punch him with the crescent, causing him to drop the statue. Marc watched with wide eyes as it hit the floor before it sent a shockwave throughout the whole warehouse.

The windows shattered as the lights flickered, a few bulbs popping. Marc got sent flying back, along with the rest of the avengers. He groaned as his mask unwrapped around his face, taking in a shaky breath since the air got knocked out of him. “W-what the hell was that?” he wheezed, rolling on to his side. “ I assume one of the dangerous effects of non-avatars or gods touching it? Plus it fell to the ground, who knows what damage that could have caused ,” Steven supplied. Marc looked up, seeing the reflection of his alters in broken pieces of glass before looking up to everyone else. Several groans rang out around the warehouse as they slowly got up and gathered themselves. 

Marc locked eyes with Natasha before looking back down at the statue. It only took a second before they both bolted for it. Marc did a roll before launching a crescent at her, which Nat easily dodged. They both dived for the statue, grabbing it at the same time. Natasha wrapped her legs around him and rolled until she was on top before headbutting him. Marc laughed slightly as blood streamed down his nose, Nat raised a slight eyebrow before getting a headbutt in return. She fell back slightly and he took that time to roll away until a bow was pressed against his neck, choking him. Marc used one hand to try and push the bow away while using the other to tightly hold on to the artifact. Fuck, they were right, he’s outnumbered and quickly losing air. Tony stood in front of him and tried prying the statue away, “Come on Mummy man, let me have your treasure.”

Marc heard Jake and Steven calling to him, slowly drifting away, like he was under water. Tony came in and out of his vision but he kept a tight hold on the statue. Though his grip started to weaken, the lack of oxygen…stay awake. Suddenly a loud, booming, and familiar voice cut through the fog in his mind.

“ Marc Spector, awaken! ” Khonshu yelled. Marc’s eyes glowed a bright white color as the statue glowed also. He felt a burning sensation spread across his body, the voices drowning again. Then, nothing.

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“ Marc Spector, awaken! ” Khonshu yelled. Marc’s eyes glowed a bright white color as the statue glowed also. He felt a burning sensation spread across his body, the voices drowning again. Then, nothing.

His head shot up from the table with a loud gasp, eyes blinking rapidly as he looked around the room. Marc went to put a hand against his chest to help calm his breathing but was stopped by the sounds of chains rattling. He looked down and sure enough he was handcuffed to the table, in an unknown location, and he couldn’t feel Steven and Jake. Great.

Marc’s eyes scanned the room, trying to piece together what happened. The avengers must have taken them back to their tower when he passed out from all the energy in the statue. His eyes locked with his own reflection in the giant glass window. They were obviously very high up so he couldn’t just jump and escape. Then he realized his suit was gone, they saw his face. “Fuck…” Marc muttered, resting his face in his hands. This was bad, really bad. He had no back up and was caught by the fucking Avengers of all people.

“Steven? Jake?” he murmured softly, looking around the room for cameras before his eyes landed on one in the corner, red light blinking. They were definitely watching him, probably planning out how to approach him. No response. “...Khonshu?”

More silence, of course he wouldn’t answer the one time he needs him to. Marc jumped slightly as the door slammed opened, Tony Stark walking in. He strolled in without a care in the world, dropping a thick file onto the table. “Ah, Mummy Man, glad to see you’re awake,” he smiled as if they were friends and nothing was wrong. Tony unbuttoned his suit jacket before sitting at the table across from him. “Or should I call you Marc Spector?” he questioned. Marc bit the inside of his cheek, he knew they’d figured out his identity since his mask came off. “Still not speaking? How ‘bout Jake Lockley? Steven Grant?” Tony raised an eyebrow. He chuckled lightly as Marc glared at him, watching as he shifted in his handcuffs, “Ooh, that finally got a reaction from you.”

Tony let the silence carry for a few moments before speaking again, “Look, I would usually respect the whole secret identity thing but try to see from our perspective. We go on a mission like any other day, then some strange dude dressed in toilet paper comes out of nowhere trying to hijack the little statue thing. Then proceeds to attack us-”

“That’s not what happened,” Marc muttered, lowering his gaze to the table. “He speaks! Do enlighten me, did you or did you not swing first?” Marc tensed his jaw, he did technically, but he was provoked and warned them several times! “We were originally going to just talk to you, try and get a feel if you were dangerous or anything. Let you go if everything checks out and have one of our guys return the statue. However,” he opens the file and begins flipping through the pages, “when we ran a background check on all your names, you’ve got quite the history.” Marc pressed his nails into the palm of his hand. “I mean getting discharged from the military for fighting, not listening to orders, and outbursts? Then getting to mercenary work? And somehow became a superhero after all of that, quite impressive if you asked me,” Tony whistled. 

“Don’t question my shit when half the Avengers got terrible and very public backgrounds. You're a group of spies, murderers, and didn’t you use to make weapons? Fuck you, thinking you can judge me for stuff you don’t know anything about,” he snapped, his nails digging in further into his skin, the pain helping to ground him. At each word Tony’s eyebrows furrowed more and more. The room was tension filled and silent as he worked his jaw, staring at Marc. He was surprised when Tony stood up, laughing?

“Usually I would say something but I’m working on myself. I’ll just let the spy kids handle you,” he snickered, leaving him alone in the room again. Marc glared at the table, he must mean the Black Widow and Hawkeye. They already found out about his military history, what else could they discover? At least Steven and Jake were safe, they thought they were only fake names since there’s no documentation of their condition.

His confidence waivers when he watches Black Widow and Hawkeye walk in. Hawkeye had an easy going smile as he turned his chair backwards before sitting in it. While the Black Widow had an expressionless face, walking slowly and carrying another folder of who knows what parts of his past. She sat down slowly, never breaking eye contact. Her eyebrow raised in slight amusement as Marc broke contact first. Hawkeye folded his arms on the table, leaning forward slightly. “Hey, man. I’m-”

“Black Widow and Hawkeye, I know who you are…” Marc muttered, staring down at his hands. How did he end up here again? How did everything go to shit so fast? “Just Clint and Natasha, is fine,” Clint snorted. “You two are spies right? You gonna torture me for information or something?” he muttered again. “Wow, you really think so lonely of us? Well I won’t, I never know what’s going on in her head,” he nodded towards Natasha. He continued when Marc didn’t speak again, “Hopefully you give us an easier time than Tony so we won’t have to use such tactics.”

Natasha watched Marc silently, noting his almost absent eyes and the way he kept digging his nails into his palm. She watched as he looked up at her when she began to silently look through the file. “Y’know something, Clint?” He hummed in reply, keeping his eyes on Marc. “Tony barely scratched the surface of his history. And he had the nerve to bring up ours,” she started. Marc flinched as she started talking, feeling Jake begin to stir in their mind. “Let’s see…brother died in an accident, several records of being admitted to an asylum. I think I can guess why you really got discharged from the military,” she said, feigning surprise. Marc glared up at the Widow, his skin felt like it was on fire as his head grew fuzzy, “H-how do you-”

“Like you said, we’re spies,” she smirked before glancing back down at the file as she flipped through a few pages. “But what does any of my past have to do with the artifact? There’s plenty of vigilantes and heros with fucked up past, why do we have to dig through mine? A-and you don’t even have the full picture-”

“I don’t think any full picture could justify some of these things. You killed your own mercenary crew-” she started before getting cut off by Marc slamming his hands down on the desk, Natasha only raising an eyebrow in response. “That’s not what happened!” She snorted slightly, “So you accidentally killed Abdallah El-Faouly? How does your wife Layla feel about that? Does she even know?” 

Clint is very taken back by Marc’s eyes rolling back violently, he even stopped leaning back in his chair, the legs scraping against the floor. Natasha was slightly surprised too, but hid it better. “Keep her fucking name out your mouth. You are dealing with me and my past, not her,” Jake growled, voice deep with an unsaid threat. “”And who are you? Marc? Jake? Steven? Do you have any other fake names you’d like to share with us?” the Widow pushed, leaning forward on the desk. Marc’s anxiety was bleeding into Jake’s growing frustration and panic. He pulled harder at the cuffs, causing Clint to grow tense while Nat continued to push. “They’re- we’re not fake! ¡No sabes nada sobre nosotros!” he yelled, he felt Marc retreating as Steven began to grow closer, their head filling with static and drowsiness. Nat leaned forward, catching his eyes, “No eres el único que sabe varios idiomas. Now tell us the truth!” she pushed more, knowing she was close to getting them to crack.

Clint’s worry grew as he watched ‘Marc’ begin to hyperventilate and pull that e restraints, the desk creaking. “Nat, maybe you should relax a bit-” he started. “No, we’re close. Tell us Marc. Why did you kill all these people? Why do you want this artifact? Are you working for someone bigger?” Jake wanted to cover his ears and eyes, everything was too loud and too bright, especially with Steven’s ever growing presence and confusion. “Y-you don’t have the full story. We’ve cooperated and haven’t lied! Just leave us-”

“Us? Are there more of you? Who are they?” Natasha says, voice growing louder. Jake shut his eyes, shaking his head, “Shut up!”

Nat only yelled louder over his voice, “Why’d you kill your wife’s father?” Jake growled out, “Stop talking!” he yelled, vision starting to black out. “What really happened to your brother Marc?” Natasha pushed. Jake shot up from his chair, it clattered to the floor with a loud bang as he ripped his hands from the cuffs. “¡ALTO!” he screamed, bloodied hands covering his ears as he backed away against the wall. Natasha and Clint shot up in alarm, hands already grabbing their weapons and aiming them. Jake pressed his back against the wall, struggling to take a breath. Steven began to gently take over though Jake tried to fight. He has to protect them, they can’t get hurt again because he’s weak…but he’s not. It’s ok to let go, they’ll be ok as long as they have each other.

Their eyes fluttered back as Steven settled into the body. The ringing in his ears slowly lessened, he looked up to see Natasha and Clint still aiming a gun and bow aiming at him. This is still bad, and their body was in panic mode. He still struggled to calm down Marc’s and Jake’s panic, still hyperventilating. “I-i’m sorry, please chill out…just need to catch my breath” he tried to say. One hand clutched his chest as the other gripped his curls tightly. There’s still too much going on.

He thinks Clint says something to him but can barely hear over the ringing. At least he won’t accidentally switch with either of them, he can feel how they’re both far back in their mind. He blinks as the door slams open, Bruce Banner and Spiderman rushing in. “What the hell are you guys doing?! I told you he’s good and his brother is super nice!” the kid yelled, defending him? Steven looks back at the floor as he slowly slides down the wall onto the floor, knees tucked to his chest. He barely registered the rest of the avengers pouring in until Bruce is suddenly in front of him, about a foot away, slowly crouching down. He held his hands up in a peaceful gesture when he saw Steven flinch, “Hey, it’s ok. I’ll stay a bit away.” Steven watched him warily, he could kind of feel the blood still dripping from his hands, they must’ve cut them somehow. He’s got to protect them better, he’s like their heart. He needs to-

He’s pulled back to reality as Bruce taps the floor in front of him, “I know it’s hard, try to stay focused ok?” he says quietly. They locked eyes for a few moments before Steven slowly nodded. Bruce offered him a small smile, “Tell me if I’m wrong, I’m definitely not a medical doctor, but I recognize some of this. Are you a system? Like D.I.D?” he asked softly, the rest of Avengers arguing behind him slowly drifting away. His breath hitched at the question, someone else knows what they’re going through? He figured it out? They’re supposed to talk about this before sharing, as a group, but he can’t breathe. They need help, he needs help.

Steven nodded again, staring at him with hopeful and pleading eyes. “Ok, I thought so. Give me one second, ok? I promise I’ll help you all,” Bruce said before standing up. The world was muffled as he watched him order everyone around. He watched as all the heroes left, only the kid and Bruce remaining as they walked back over to him. “Is it ok if Spiderman stays? I know one of you talked to him for a bit right?” Banner asked. Spiderman then piped up, “It’s ok if not! I know it’s a delicate thing, I just wanted to check on you.”

“...It’s ok, I trust him,” Steven mumbled, Spiderman smiling at the familiar accent. “I only know a bit about D.I.D from when I did my own research when the other guy, Hulk, popped into my mind. Correct me if I say anything wrong or if you don’t want to answer,” Bruce said, holding up bandages and gauze.

That’s how Steven found himself in the infirmary, sitting on the cot as Bruce sat on a stool in front of him, carefully wrapping up his hands. Spiderman, who he learned was Peter, was sitting on a different stool on his other side. It was nice to have someone who understood their condition besides Layla. Whenever Steven would begin to retreat, Bruce would lightly tap his hand again. 

He blinked as Bruce cut the wrap, “Your hands should be all set, the cuts weren’t that deep. Were you fronting when it happened?” Steven shook his head, the last he remembered was Marc being choked out before Khonshu did something and it all went black. “No…that was Jake,” he murmured, he didn’t have the energy to lie. He wasn’t even sure how he could play this off, he’s sure Marc will understand. Bruce nodded, giving him a comforting smile, “So those weren’t your aliases. Can I ask your name?”

“I’m Steven, with a V. I’m the one you met with my Mr.Knightt getup,” he said, looking towards Peter. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Steven. Is there only 3 of you? Sorry if that’s insensitive or anything!” Peter said, worried in his tone. Steven chuckled softly, flexing his hands, “It’s ok, Peter. Thank you for sticking up for us. You two are the only ones who’ve been nice to us. You’re right though, it’s only the 3 of us as far as we know. Me, Jake who was the angry one yelling in spanish, and Marc, who they integrated first. That blast knocked Jake and I right out…”

Peter nodded, he was interested in learning more about them but most importantly knowing they were ok. Bruce grimaced at the mention of the interrogation, “I assume Marc is the host then? For what it’s worth, I am truly sorry on the behalf of the Avengers. Trust me I get it, I had a similar experience when I first met them. Which doesn’t excuse what they did but I do hope you could forgive them and if you're comfortable give them a second chance. Since all this alien shit, everyone’s been on such high alert with new heroes emerging.” Steven didn’t know what to say, he’d have to talk it over with Marc and Jake. The 3 of them conversed quietly, letting Steven slowly relax and grow comfortable again.

A knock then sounded on the infirmary door, Steven walking in. “Hello, Moon Knight. I’d like to apologize for what occurred, I had no idea Tony went behind my back to start the questioning early. We’d appreciate it if we could start over, I personally can assure you there will be no more cuffs or just…whatever happened in that room,” he said, the sincerity in his voice evident. Steven smiled softly, “Thank you, Captain America sir. I think I’m ready to start over, I’d like to talk to everyone.” The Captain smiled, “Please, call me Steve.” Steven stood up and followed Steve to the main meeting room, Bruce and Peter walking on either side of him for support.

He felt a bit anxious as he walked in, all eyes on him as the rest of the team sat around the table. Peter squeezed his shoulder lightly before sitting next to him, Bruce on his other side as he stood at the head of the table. Several people started speaking at once, all offering their apologies and a few excuses. Steven politely just held up a hand. “T-thank you everyone, I appreciate the apologies. Of course that doesn’t erase what happened but I can understand the stress you must be under after all the craziness in the world. But I’d like to speak, yeah?” 

Steven took a deep breath, Marc and Jake were still away, he was on his own. But not completely as he glanced at Bruce and peter. “I’m just going to be blunt since there’s no hiding what occurred in that room, though I’m not 100% sure what happened. Anyways, my name is Steven Grant and we have a condition called D.I.D. Basically there’s 3 alters and we all share this body. There’s Marc, the American that you spoke with first. He’s the original I guess you could say, though we hate that term. And there’s Jake, he was loud and trying to protect us, and speaks in Spanish sometimes. Now I care for them a lot, we’re like brothers, and you hurt them which I’m angry for. But I’m choosing to be level-headed, know if that happens again I will find some way to do whatever I must to protect,” he glares across the room before continuing. “We are all Moon Knight. It's easy to tell who’s fronting because we each get different outfits when we front.” He then began to explain Khonshu and their mission, getting several curious and confused looks. Steven easily answered the several questions people had, especially Tony.

After several minutes he felt Marc’s presence press forward. “Ok, Marc is back and he would like to talk to you. Remember what I said about triggers and being respectful,” he glared one last time before switching. 

Marc blinked a bit, focusing back on the room. He looked over to Peter and Bruce first, “Thank you for helping us when we needed it and being kind to Steven,” he mumbled. He was far away for a while but has been observing from far away for a while now. He nodded in response before looking back up to the room. “I heard Steven explained a lot, heh, still feels weird that you all know so much…” he mumbled, rubbing his hand over his face. “Even though I said it to Steven, I wanted to apologize to you too. I was so focused on the mission and I’m sorry for pushing so much,” Nat speaks up. Marc blinks in surprise,  “I-i…I appreciate that,” he said as he took a seat, feeling tired from the emotional and physical toll of the day. “No need to forgive any of us, we can earn back your trust over time, mummy man,” Tony said, giving him a wink. 

They spent the next 20 or so minutes listening to Marc explain the artifact, Steven chiming in at certain points to correct Marc’s facts. A robotic voice spoke from who knows where, startling Marc, “Sir, Thor is in route of the tower.” Tony rolled his eyes, “Thank you Friday, please tell him-”

They all jump as Thor bursts through the wall, glass shattering onto the floor. “To use the door…” Tony grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Earth friends! It is good to see you all again. I got back here as soon as my duties concluded in Asgard,” Thor smiled, walking further into the room. He locked eyes with Marc, “Ah did we get a new member? An avatar too, who is your god?” Marc raised an eyebrow, “You know about the Egyptian gods?”

Khonshu suddenly appeared, “ Unfortunately so. I don’t usually engage in these so-called norse gods. They barely have a portion of my power! ” Jake switched in, rolling his eyes, “Pájaro estúpido, ahora apareces.” Thor walked over,” Khonshu! You look even weaker than normal,” he jested, making the moon god slam his staff. “Wait, you can see him now, what does he look like?” Tony immediately asked, the moon system wondering the same question.

“Of course! All of us gods can see each other. What has happened since I’ve been away?” Thor questioned, Khonshu grumbling before leaving again. “I’ll tell you later, buddy,” Bruce told him. “It’s getting late, I need to take it easy,” Peter piped up, beginning to stand. “Plus I’m hungry and I’m sure they want to get their statue and head back home,” Clint says. The rest of the team begin standing. Steve leads Jake to their vault, giving him the statue as he summons his black suit, the wraps slowly enclosing his body. 

“Here you go, I hope you return it to where it belongs,” Steve says. Jake grabs it, holding eye contact as he nodded in thanks. “I do hope we can all meet and work together under better circumstances,” he says. “I’m sure that’ll be fun, as long as you never hurt my hermanos again,” he said, voice serious. “Of course, take care Moon knight” Steve says, leading him to the doors. Jake turns with a small and half-assed wave.

“ I can still take them, ” Jake smirked under his mask. He could feel Marc’s eye roll, “ Of course you’re still on that. I’m just ready to sleep after today. I know we need to have a serious talk but we can do that after a long nap .” Steven’s excitement filled the body, “ Does this mean we’re an avenger now, bad things aside? ”