07-11-2017, 10:58 AM
The Silver Avenger accepted Marcus' hand shake giving him a firm grip and a slight nod. The bruises he gained from his fight with the Skrull and Jarvis was starting creep up on him. Marc felt ashamed that he had let his anger get the best of him, he knew that what he did, siding with someone who the others hadn't seen in the tower before was a bad decision. In defense he didn't want the others to fight each other in accusations.
"It's... It's nice to meet new members of the Avengers, I apologize for my quick jump to action." His glowing blue eyes drooped downwards on his ebony mask, giving a long sigh he continued "My anger and judgment got the better of me, but that will never happen again I assure that."
Moon Knight glanced off to the side, taking in a full account of the damage he did to Jarvis Iron Man suit. The suit itself was tore up with scratch marks and puncture holes patterned the rest. Of course Jarvis was slightly fine, due to the suits armor but had Moon Knight been pushed further in the fight, he would have crippled the man.
"I.. I'm sorry, I need sometime alone. I need to think about what happened here, to think more on this team and if when stuff like this comes again, can we work together or will we turn against each other? Most of all I need think about my well-being."
Marc sidestepped Marcus slowly walking towards the door out of the generator room. Stepping into the door frame he glanced back at the rest of the team, these extraordinary Avengers. Are these people going to be the ones that world, this Omniverse will need when the darkness of evil grips its throat? The real question is will this team need Moon Knight at that hour, and will Marc Spector the Moon Knight answer the call? That is an answer that needs more thought then ever.
With the quick glance Marc saw that Jarvis was trying to restart the towers generator and Marcus was helping his girlfriend Blair nurse her wounds. Moon Knight's blue eyes cringed in anger, anger for himself, how could he have made such a poor judgment?
"Never again." He whispered under his breath, venom dripping in the sound his words.
Moon Knight paced out of the door frame and made his way up the towers many stairs until he made it onto the balcony of the building. The weather had completely changed from the clam foggy sky, when had first arrived, to now large black clouds hovering up above warned of a coming storm.
Stepping over to the edge of the balcony, heavy rain poor furiously down on the protector of Night. He stood Over the edge like a statue, testing the course of time. He peered down at intently at the waves crashing into the sea stacks that dotted the island. Marc's anger was still at a boiling point, he needed answers and now there was someone who give them to him. His white armored gloves reaching for his face, he ripped the ebony mask that covered his face and drew back his hood. Marc held the mask out in front of him sneering at it.
"KHONSHU! Am I truly your avatar, the protector of those who travel the night!" He shouted out in red hot anger, thunder in the distance swallowed it. "Are you even real." His voice trembled at the thought of his mind making Khonshu up, proving more that he is insane.
More thunder boomed boomed in the distance, lightning blots were now visible.
"I am as real as you are my son." A voice rung out into Marc's ears. The voice gave off the feeling it did earlier, it was like a voice calling out from a far distance but also felt close, closer then ever. The voice was a familiar sound a sound Spector had heard before, this time he knew who talking. Khonshu.
"You are my fist, my blade, my will of vengeance." Khonshu said his voice booming even closer to Moon Knight.
Marc looked into the black clouded sky, rain pelting his face, trying to see if he could find the Moon god.
"Then if I am, then why do I attack people who are on my side, why is my judgment so clouded?"
A small gust of smoke blew beside Moon Knight, Khonshu appearing as the storms wind the smoke away. Khonshu stepped into Marc's view, placing his glowed hand on his shoulder, the god's bird skull head peering down at him.
"My son you are under a lot of stress, your judgment and actions are just. This Omniverse is a new world for the both of us, the confusion of this new world and your anger are making your rash judgments but you should not blame yourself for being tricked, hurting your friends. If another person was put into your sorry position they would have done the same." The god's voice still boomed but this time it felt as if it was only in Spector's head.
Khonshu took his hand off of Marc's shoulders and crossed his fingers.
"Now quit feeling sorry for yourself and take your ass back in there with those Avengers, it's about time we kicked some ass with a team again."
As soon as the god of vengeance finished he faded into dust right before Moon Knight's eyes. The Silver Avenger turned his back at the balcony door, making his way back inside the tower.
"It's... It's nice to meet new members of the Avengers, I apologize for my quick jump to action." His glowing blue eyes drooped downwards on his ebony mask, giving a long sigh he continued "My anger and judgment got the better of me, but that will never happen again I assure that."
Moon Knight glanced off to the side, taking in a full account of the damage he did to Jarvis Iron Man suit. The suit itself was tore up with scratch marks and puncture holes patterned the rest. Of course Jarvis was slightly fine, due to the suits armor but had Moon Knight been pushed further in the fight, he would have crippled the man.
"I.. I'm sorry, I need sometime alone. I need to think about what happened here, to think more on this team and if when stuff like this comes again, can we work together or will we turn against each other? Most of all I need think about my well-being."
Marc sidestepped Marcus slowly walking towards the door out of the generator room. Stepping into the door frame he glanced back at the rest of the team, these extraordinary Avengers. Are these people going to be the ones that world, this Omniverse will need when the darkness of evil grips its throat? The real question is will this team need Moon Knight at that hour, and will Marc Spector the Moon Knight answer the call? That is an answer that needs more thought then ever.
With the quick glance Marc saw that Jarvis was trying to restart the towers generator and Marcus was helping his girlfriend Blair nurse her wounds. Moon Knight's blue eyes cringed in anger, anger for himself, how could he have made such a poor judgment?
"Never again." He whispered under his breath, venom dripping in the sound his words.
Moon Knight paced out of the door frame and made his way up the towers many stairs until he made it onto the balcony of the building. The weather had completely changed from the clam foggy sky, when had first arrived, to now large black clouds hovering up above warned of a coming storm.
Stepping over to the edge of the balcony, heavy rain poor furiously down on the protector of Night. He stood Over the edge like a statue, testing the course of time. He peered down at intently at the waves crashing into the sea stacks that dotted the island. Marc's anger was still at a boiling point, he needed answers and now there was someone who give them to him. His white armored gloves reaching for his face, he ripped the ebony mask that covered his face and drew back his hood. Marc held the mask out in front of him sneering at it.
"KHONSHU! Am I truly your avatar, the protector of those who travel the night!" He shouted out in red hot anger, thunder in the distance swallowed it. "Are you even real." His voice trembled at the thought of his mind making Khonshu up, proving more that he is insane.
More thunder boomed boomed in the distance, lightning blots were now visible.
"I am as real as you are my son." A voice rung out into Marc's ears. The voice gave off the feeling it did earlier, it was like a voice calling out from a far distance but also felt close, closer then ever. The voice was a familiar sound a sound Spector had heard before, this time he knew who talking. Khonshu.
"You are my fist, my blade, my will of vengeance." Khonshu said his voice booming even closer to Moon Knight.
Marc looked into the black clouded sky, rain pelting his face, trying to see if he could find the Moon god.
"Then if I am, then why do I attack people who are on my side, why is my judgment so clouded?"
A small gust of smoke blew beside Moon Knight, Khonshu appearing as the storms wind the smoke away. Khonshu stepped into Marc's view, placing his glowed hand on his shoulder, the god's bird skull head peering down at him.
"My son you are under a lot of stress, your judgment and actions are just. This Omniverse is a new world for the both of us, the confusion of this new world and your anger are making your rash judgments but you should not blame yourself for being tricked, hurting your friends. If another person was put into your sorry position they would have done the same." The god's voice still boomed but this time it felt as if it was only in Spector's head.
Khonshu took his hand off of Marc's shoulders and crossed his fingers.
"Now quit feeling sorry for yourself and take your ass back in there with those Avengers, it's about time we kicked some ass with a team again."
As soon as the god of vengeance finished he faded into dust right before Moon Knight's eyes. The Silver Avenger turned his back at the balcony door, making his way back inside the tower.
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