Moon Knight Nonsense

Marc's POV: Date night

Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly

Summary: Post-show, Marc has set up a date night with Layla.

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Promised Layla a night out after everything that went down with Harrow. Couldn't remember the last time he'd done a date night. He felt a little guilt over that but he hoped he could make it up to her by showing her he was there now.

Marc didn't have any reason to be so tense about getting ready. Found himself switching between clothes when none of them felt right. Couldn't go in his usual garb right? He'd never usually cared about any of this, it was more Steven's thing. The little Brit in his head jabbered on about going for a splash of more color but Marc just couldn't bring himself to do it. Didn't like the way the flashy shirts made him stand out in a crowd. The last thing he needed to be doing was bringing attention to himself.

It's for Layla, insisted the voice. Marc rolled his eyes and tried on one more. A short-sleeved deep red flower pattern. Pulling it off his skin the second he saw himself in the mirror. Sure, it suited the guy in the reflection. Not him.

Steven complained as he pulled out some of his plainer interview clothes. Marc compromised with offering to let him pick the tie. Big mistake. Taking the white shirt and finding that didn't make his skin crawl was his only comfort.

Don't you dare grab that black one. At least wear one of my nicer ties! Nice to who?! The one he picked looked like the 90's had vomited all over it. Greens, blues, purples and pinks splashed haphazardly all over. Marc got it around his neck and tied it into a simple knot. Letting it hang loose below the undone top button - much to Steven's chagrin. Marc finally quirked his lip when he looked back in the mirror. "Nerd." Oi! Heard that.

He went and got the flowers he'd brought earlier. Taped a bag of marshmallows around the stems. Needed his own little flair to the gesture Steven suggested. Chocolates wouldn't do. Not for how amazing his wife had been throughout everything. Marc had seen what life was like without her. Thought it would have been better for her, but he should have known Layla was a force to be reckoned with.

Throwing his jacket on he was out the door and going to their meeting spot early. Found her waiting at the bar already. Marc approached and took the space beside her. Catching eyes with the bartender and seeing they were busy serving someone else. He turned his attention to the gorgeous woman beside him. Drinking in the sight of her, a rise of his eyebrow.

"You probably get this a lot, but I'd do terrible things to spend a night with you." Oh real smooth Marc, you want her to divorce you? "Mind if I join you? Had this for my date but... they'd be better in your hands I think."