Knight Night

[Moon Knight]

Shuffling through the pain of his injures at the hands of the abomination that had become of Captain America. Marc stumbled onto his door's frame, his right hand gripping hard onto the frame trying to keep himself from falling onto hardwood floor. Slowly opening the door he gave a low sigh stepping into the room his bare feet padding on the room's black hardwood flooring. He silently observed his room, it was a vacant chamber with white plane walls, and a large open space apart from his bed and a kitchen section on the far right corner of the room followed by a small wooden door leading to a large bathroom. 

"It's empty, just a bed no furnishings," he said fully stepping into the room spinning and turning around to take in the full size of his room. "I guess now that I'll be here for awhile then I should make myself at home." Marc said to himself but of course as always someone or something listening to everything he has ever said, Khonshu. 

An excellent Idea my son. We shall use this place this room as our sanctuary our base of operations. A place of solitude for the blade of vengeance. 

The god's voice booming inside his Moon Knight's already fractured mind. 

Stepping over to his new bed, exhaling Marc sat down resting his injured legs.  

"So how do we set up shop?" 

My son you may not remember this but the pleasant Omni character gave you a specific orb, a colorful orb. Such a generous celestial being, he gave you a gift you know, a most wondrous gift. 

"What dose it do?" Marc said cocking an eyebrow. 

My son, Marc, it is a tool a tool of creation. Whatever we wish it will create for us. The multicolored sphere rests in your pants pocket, take it out, focus your mind, use it. 

Jumping to his feet Marc fumbled through his pockets pulling out the colorful sphere. All the shapes and colors filled its being, it was a sheer interesting thing to set eye upon. Pointing to the bed, closing his eyes clearing and focusing his mind. Within only a mere moment appearing out of thin air a pure white formal suit and tie, a mask with gloves and shoes appeared on top of the bed. 

With a smirk Marc donned his new costume. Once again he was no longer Marc Spector the Ex-Mercenary but the protector of those who travel the night, an agent of Khonshu, a blade of vengeance, he was now Mr. Knight. 

Turning with the orb in hands, focusing Mr. Knight began to fill his empty room. Several large display cases of old costumes and ancient Egyptian artifacts sat beside and on the barren walls. On the other side of his bed stood a large statue of Khonshu himself. 

Glancing all around the chamber Mr. Knight gave a large smirk under his white mask content with his work. 

"Khonshu is this to your liking?" 

Chuckling only filled inside his head. 

It will suffice but you're forgetting something or someone shall I say. Your old friend-- What was his name? Oh! yes Frenchie, he's missing from the picture. In this line of work we need his expertise in piloting is much needed in our ongoing situations.  

With a large exhale Mr. Knight pointed the sphere at an empty spot on the hardwood floor. He really didn't want to bring his best friend into this mess of a world but arguing to Khonshu was like to every grain of sand from a beach. Putting aside his feelings and concentrating on just Frenchie, a moment passed before his friend was conjured in front of him. 

"Where? What? Toi! Marc wh-where am I?" The Frenchmen said frantically looking around the room surrounding him. Mr. Knight stepping over to him put his right hand on his shoulder. 

"It's alright my friend we're in the Avengers tower-- Or this worlds Avengers tower, this isn't world you and I know." He said taking his hand off of his confused friend's shoulder. "From what I've been told this place is called the Omniverse, this place can be confusing, Hell I'm still confused but you have to trust me Jean Paul. I brought you here because this world needs the Moon Knight and I need your help as a pilot." 

Duchamp took a few heavy breaths before looking into his friends masked eyes, responding. 

"Al-Alright Marc, Dieu me donne la force dialder à supporter ce fardeau, I'm in to help." 

Mr. Knight straightened his bleach white tie, his all white clothing almost glowing. 

"Great, then we have a job to do." 

That's my boy. 

- 

A large gust of wind blew past Mr. Knight, his suits coat flapping in the wind. Stepping up a set of metal steps he was greeted by Marcus standing beside the Quinjet which was already primed up by his girlfriend Blair. 

"You about ready?" Marcus said stepping up on the quinjet's boarding ramp. 

The Silver Avenger griped both of his white coat's brim ends turning to a free helipad. 

"No, not just yet." 

Taking the glowing colorful sphere out of his white formal pants pockets pointing at the open helipad. Within several minuets a huge moon shaped helicopter formed upon the open helipad. With his new Mooncopter created the white and silver clad hero put his right finger on his built in communicator in his mask, activating it. 

"Frenchie can you hear me on this channel,"  a few second passed before there was a reply. 

"Oui Marc this comm channel is still in use, what is it you need?" 

"The Mooncopter is on the towers roof, keep this channel open if I need you." He retorted pressing on his masks communicator. 

"I copy Marc." 

Turning back to Marcus straightening his white gloves he followed Marcus up the ramp. 

"Well look's like it's time to stop a murderer."