Moon Knight Oneshots

In this line of work - Chapter 1

(Rest of the chapters will be uploaded on ao3)
Steven sat on the old double sized bed as he sighed.
Marc was out doing god knows what, Steven wished he could leave this shit hole house in the middle of nowhere, but Marc made sure he couldn’t leave.
Steven knew it was for the best, ever since they had met again since their childhood Steven was in danger again. Mainly from the people that Marc worked for, mainly his boss, Knonshu.
Steven just got bored in the house. He flopped onto the mattress and groaned, trying to think of something he could do. He stumbled around the house in his long pjs. The house was small but Marc had done his best to make it cosy, in his way. Steven just wished he could buy things himself to decorate the house.
He made it to Marc’s office where Marc had set up all his ‘work’ files and documents and also a shitty mattress on the ground where he slept.

“Such a mess.” Steven muttered going into one of the cabinets and searching through it. He found some paper and pencils and decided he might as well try his hand at drawing.
It would sure beat watching Tomb Buster for the seventh thousand time.
He grabbed the stationary and headed out to the small ‘sitting room’ which was just a second hand leather couch and a plastic and steel patio table. Steven grabbed a blanket and sat on the couch resting the paper on his lap.
He had no idea what he would ever try to draw, obviously he drew as a child but that was just scribbling with crayons.
He began to sketch on the paper, he didn’t even think about it when he started drawing.
As he went on he realised he was drawing Marc, but it was working so he didn't question it.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed as he sketched the only man he ever saw day in and out.
The sun had set long ago and Steven had fallen asleep with the pencil still in his grip.
Marc drove his motorbike back to the house and made sure he wasn’t followed.
The town they lived in was victim to a bombing attack three years ago and no one ever rebuilt. But he knew no one would look out here for him, or Steven.
His hands were still stained with dried blood, so were his clothes. He groaned and got of his bike heading into the house. He opened all seven locks that were on the door and entered to see Steven hadn’t switched any lights on.

“Steven?” He questioned switching on the main light to see the British man fast asleep on the couch with a piece of paper on his lap.
Marc chuckled softly and headed over to him to see he was sketching Marc.

“You definitely captured my handsomeness.” He muttered, he wouldn’t say it but he was really impressed.
Steven muttered a little in his sleep before he jolted awake.

“Bloody bird!” He shouted making Marc look at him in confusion.

“You alright buddy?” Marc asked as Steven looked up to him and tried to fully wake up.

“Yeah, must’ve been dreaming.” He muttered yawning and stretching a little. Marc smiled and headed to the small dimly lit kitchen.

“You never told me you could draw.” Marc said going through the pantry to find canned food for them.

“What? Oh shit, you saw the bloody drawing.” Steven grumbled grabbing the paper and placing it on the patio table.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, you captured how handsome I am.” Marc said making Steven roll his eyes.

“Are you not going to wash the blood off your hands before you handle food?” Steven asked as Marc put the cans down and looked at him hands.

“Probably a good idea” He muttered, Steven stood up and pushed Marc out of the kitchen.

“Go shower, I’ll make the terrible canned soup tonight.” He grumbled grabbing out a saucepan and the cans of tomato soup.

“Oh, got you something special buddy.” Marc said digging through his backpack and pulling out two small bags of old ramen.