Misunderstandings

[New York, during the incident]

Jake snapped awake, automatically grabbing the arm he felt at his shoulder, pulling the person down and using the momentum to stand up.
When he balanced his weight and looked around time seemed to stop.
If it was Moon Knight related or just Jake Lockley thing the man in question didn't know himself.

He quickly assessed the situation.
11 people and one stupid pigeon were in the room, collectively watching him.
He guessed other people were distributed across the entire building.
If they were aware of the situation, he couldn't be sure.
That's why he had to act quick.

The guy had just thrown down was lying at his feet, 5 others were at his left 3 at his right and two in the room's exit.
Khonshu was leaning against a wall, out of his way and seeming amused as shit.
At least someone was having fun at his expenses.

When he moved time speed up again, several shouts echoing around the room.

"How is he alive!?"

"Shit shit!"

Jake didn't play around this time, kicking the guy at his feet, HARD and moving on to the five at his left.
Two were grabbed by their faces, their skulls connecting with a heavy thud.
He threw the limp bodies forward, making two of the other 3 lose their weights and stumble.
With a quick punch and a few kicks all 5 were down.

Turning around he saw all remaining 5 aim their guns at him, so he darted towards the middle of the group, ducking down and sliding against the wall.
As expected the shots were already fired and the 2 at the door were down while 1 of the other 3 had a bullet in his leg.

He threw the potted plant, that was standing next to him, at them, taking their attention of him for a millisecond.
A millisecond to late for them to evade the fists flying at their faces.
The other guy had already passed out from shock.
Good.

Khonshu decided to use the moment to finally move his lazy ass and speak in his usual deep rumbling voice: "You're job is not done here my son.
You must still escape from this facility.
The other humans in have already been notified of your little undertaking.
They have been observing you."

And just as the bird said, cameras were hanging on the ceiling, lights blinking red.
Then the alarm sounded from...fucking everywhere.
Dios mios.
He's gonna get a headache.

The alarm was accompanied by many footsteps down the hall.
He sighed.
Nothing was ever gonna be easy.

He willed his body to move and dashed forward.

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[New York, 15 min into the incident]

Theo was, dare he say it, scared.

This day had started like every other.
Sharing a morning cup of coffee with his husband and then driving the kids to kindergarten.
After that he had gone to work, chatting a while with Charlie at the front desk before going back to his own desk and looking trough some files.

He guessed everything went down to shit when two of the new guys had wandered in with some dude cuffed and squished between them.
Derrick had later dropped of the guy's file at his desk.
Itwas heavy and TERRIFYING.

This guy had done everything in the book from stealing artifacts to straight up man slaughter and now apparently child murder.
He had gulped.
With cases like this he always thought of his own kids. Johnny and Daisy were angels among men and the image of them rotting away in some abandoned warehouse made him shudder.
He had closed the file after that, the name 'Marc Spector' staring back at him.
He had pushed his chair back, deciding then that it was time for his break.

That was around the time he had realized he should have stayed in bed this morning because the fucking emergency alarms started screaming from everywhere at once.
And now he was walking down this stupid hallway, red lights flashing every few seconds and that shrill siren still loud as ever.

Apparently this highly dangerous mercenary mass murdering sociopath had escaped and taken down 11 agents while being unarmed.

He would very much like to leave now.
Thanks.

But nothing was ever easy because down the hallway gunshots were easily audible and- were those little explosions?!

Several screams filled the building, his team speeding up. Right before they entered the dreaded room through the door he could finally make out some of the voices they had heard earlier.

Smith was screaming, Charlie crying in a corner.
And Marc Spector?
The bastard was apparently shooting at the ceiling, smiling like a maniac (Kara really didn't have to tell him, he was scared enough already!) and screaming at the top of his lungs:

"I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YA. I SWEAH. I SWEAH TO ALL THE FUCKIN' GODS OUT THERE. COUNT YA DAYS ‘CAUSE JAKE LOCKLEY IS COMIN’!” 

What the fuck was wrong with New Yorkers?!

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[New York, 20 minutes into the incident]

The had been thrown into chaos the moment he broke trough the vents, descending upon the people below like an angel.

"An angel of vengeance!"

Fine. He descended upon them like an angel of vengeance.

'An angel with two glocks.'

Fine then, an angel of vengeance with two glocks. '

Why do you even have glocks Jake?
We don't want to kill them!'

Ugh. He descended upon them like an angel with two glocks that he would only use on legs and arms so that he wouldn't hurt the feelings of the Brit that was living in his head rent-free.

'If anything you and Steven are living in my head rent-free.'

'That kinda hurt.'

'Sorry...'

Jesus.
They really were incapable of letting him have his moment, weren't they?
Whatever.
This narration thing was dumb anyway, better to just cut right to the action.

Two were instantly shot in the legs in his free fall.
They fell down in pain and Jake crashed down, pressing his back against the wooden desk.

"IT'S TIME TO RUMBLE FUCKERS!!"

He threw a little self-made bomb behind him, grinning like a kid on Christmas.
How he had made them?
That was a secret not even Marc and Steven were allowed to know.
He needed his privacy sometimes.

The moment he heard people colliding with the wall he jumped out of his hiding place, kicking and punching until man after woman after what did he know fell down.
The people in the room were panicking, screaming at him and each other.
Lovely sounds.

"Dammit Smith get that bastard!"

One shouted. And wasn't that the name of the asshole he flipped of earlier?

"I'm trying!!"

"We can't let him esca-"

Ups.
The woman that had spoken was quietly pulled back by him, no one of the others noticing.

"WOULD SOMEONE JUST PLEASE MAKE THOSE FUCKING ALARMS SHUT UP!"

"¡Voy a romperles la cabeza a todos!", he exclaimed all of a sudden.
Why? Not sure.
But he felt like that's what he'd do if they wouldn't leave him and his brothers alone.

"What the fuck?! Wasn't he British just 5 minutes ago?!"

"That asshole is playing with us! Just get him already!"

At that he moved to another guy hitting him hard in the head, and kicking the guy next to him in the balls.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! He just killed Derrick!
Shoot him or something he is dangerous!
I repeat shoot on sight!"

Had had't killed him!
Unconscious is NOT dead.
Learn your words kids.

"Fuck Fuck!"

"I have sight on him on hallway 3C. Mary you copy?
Need reinforcement in hallway 3C. Mary!"

He wasn't even in...?
Did they get so scared of him that they started seeing ghosts?
What an honor!

"Mary is down! How is this possible?
The bullets don't work!"

Oh so they finally noticed the woman he had pulled back earlier.

"This guy gotta be some alien shit.
Did you see how his eyes glowed all white back then?"

Ah shit. Khonshu must have made his resurrection all flashy and Moon Knight-y.
He let a hand run over his face. Idiot bird.

"You're getting cra-"

"I saw it too!"

Not wanting to waist time he quickly charged forward again.

"Shit shit! He is running at me! Fu-- gu- no pl- ease no!
He- -e" "Leo?! Leo awnser! Leo!"

He grabbed the com lying by the body on the ground, activating it and grumbled out:
"......Dejadnos en paz oficial..."

Then he continued.
In his maniac conquest he kind of forgot himself and started falling into old habits.
So he wasn't really to blame when he suddenly let out a crazy scream:

“I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YA. I SWEAH. I SWEAH TO ALL THE FUCKIN' GODS OUT THERE. COUNT YA DAYS ‘CAUSE JAKE LOCKLEY IS COMIN’!” 

'HOW THE FUCK IS THIS AN OLD HABIT?!'

Marc.
Please calm yourself.
There is no need for such language.

'You little-'

"Quit your chattering!
Someone is coming through the door on your right."

Sure enough, the old bird was right.
A team of agents, armed to the teeth, streamed in trough the door, quickly surrounding him.

"What is this? Some kind of fighting ring?"

They ignored him.
Bunch of stuck up bastards.
He let out a long sigh, gripping his glocks and getting ready to attack.

Only that it never came to that because Khonshu decided NOW to step in and with a slam of his scepter thing they all fell down on the floor.

Well except one.
Yhe cute guy with the blue colored afro was still standing in front of him, looking at his fallen comrades, gun in his hand uncontrollably shaking.

Khonshu was leaning against the wall again, all smug looking like the bastard he was.
"He is a good man.
The golden example of innocence.
I forbid you from harming him."

"Fine." He spat out, pretending to be more disappointed than he actually was.
Would be a shame to punch such a pretty face after all.

"Ya can go pretty Boi.
The garbage pigeon says you good so hush"

"YOU WILL NOT CALL ME SUCH NAMES IN FRONT OF OTHERS JAKE LOCKLEY!"

"Shut it bird face. Is' mah way of showin' I care."

"I- what?"

Oh no. The poor darlin' seemed so confused.
What, did he think Jake would just straight up murder him or something?
...
Ok probably yeah.
That was the only logical thing to think.
Jesus.

"I can see that this all too weird for ya right nahw, so....imma just leave now."

After an awkward pause, the cute guy still frozen in place, he added a quick bye, blushing a little, and jumped out the window.

The usual.