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That's good. The closer he is, the less he can hide.

. . . I thought it was burnt meat.

Who hurt you.

He's left Latveria? ...Never a good sign.

In a dimly lit alleyway, beaten and battered, yet victorious, a bloodied, exhausted Moon Knight lets out a sigh. Mumbling but four words as he leaned against the closest, graffiti blanketed wall. "Khonshu... Let me rest.."

"Yeah, it's been a minute. Been busy. How're things? You're still kicking, so clearly not outta control."

Yikes. Some things, I do NOT need to know.

These past few days have done nothing but assure me that none of you can cook. Some of you should be arrested the second you're within thirty feet from a kitchen..

I can't even begin to discern what that even is, or was, Summers. ...Can /YOU/ even..?

What the fuck- ...Hard pass.

If it weren't for the mask, Tony might have seen Marc actually smile for once. His posture relaxing. "Rhymes with 'shmaim?' Ridiculous yellow suits? When has stealing from you ever gone their way?"

I don't do team ups. I've got enough orders being barked at me. Any time I work with someone, it's usually out of pure coincidence. When we have a common goal.

Sometimes heroes cause as much havoc as the villains. Someone's got to keep everyone in line.