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It felt like waking up from a daylong sleep.

(Y/N) jolted forward to catch her breath, the feeling of her human body back on every part of her. The bullet still seemed to be placed inside her body, the stain of blood not leaving from her shirt. It all felt overwhelming; from being back to the Earth alive, to still being in the same spot where her death took place.

Marc looked like he was going through the same situation, thrashing in the water before gaining his strength and standing up with droplets of water still soaking his brown curls and face. If (Y/N) hadn't been too busy in stabilizing her breath, it would've left her lungs anyway because of the sight in front of her.

Flashes of her life's memories seemed to appear in her mind, causing her to lean her upper weight to her knees. From her family memories, to the explosion that took the life of her family. The day she met Marc and when she met Steven for the first time after a long time of searching for Marc for a long period of time.

(Y/N) regained her full consciousness again and it seemed like Marc did too. He was about to turn and address her until the familiar white bandages began to wrap themselves around his forearms and shoulders like they were used to, which meant that Khonshu had been freed from being imprisoned in stone.

The chest plate appeared out of thin air and (Y/N) stared in amazement as the entirety of the suit enveloped Marc, and before she could even react, she felt the bullet drop from her chest into the concrete floor and the hollow hole in her chest disappeared like it had never been there before.

"All right," Marc breathed out. "Here we go."

(Y/N) wolf-whistled at the sight of Marc in his Moon Knight suit, and only received a clear of a throat in return as Marc looked back at her with probably raised eyebrows behind that mask. His glowing white eyes stared deep into her, but just like before, she didn't cower away from them.

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Marc and (Y/N) walked towards the outside of the tomb, received by the brightness of an Egyptian sunset, one that (Y/N) surely missed too deeply. Marc was in his full white attire, and she was finally free from the everlasting pain from the bullet in her chest, but she didn't know how.

When they stepped into the deep dunes of the desert, (Y/N) was able to spot two tall figures far in the distance, in the edge of a sand mountain. One held a spear while the other held a staff.

(Y/N) grabbed Marc's hand just to be sure. "Is that. . .Khonshu?"

"Yeah," Marc answered, before he paused. "Wait — You can see him?"

(Y/N) gave him a nervous nod. "And who's that with him?"

"Looks like we're gonna find out," he said, and the two walked forward into the sand to meet up with the moon god and the unknown presence, just as the sun was beginning to set far away.

Once they reached the top of the sand mountain, (Y/N) was finally able to see the clear face — or bird skull — of Khonshu for the first time. He had the same white bandages as Marc, followed by a crescent moon staff that he held tightly in between his hands.

Alongside him stood another figure, the same height has the moon god, but this time, instead of having a bird skull as a face, this one had a lion head. The mane of the lion being brushed back by the wind, and a spear made of the finest metals in her paws. Her attire was red with blue and green jewels around the neck, and the fire behind her eyes was intimidating.

"Khonshu."

"I knew you'd miss me," Khonshu spoke to Marc before lowering his head just an inch to show respect in (Y/N)'s direction. "A pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) Mahfouz."

Marc instantly stepped an inch closer to (Y/N) out of instinct, which she didn't seem to notice because she was too focused on the sight of the lioness in front of her.

"Lady (Y/N), we meet at last," the lioness spoke, stomping her spear to the sand to add effect.

"And who are you?" (Y/N) tilted her head in curiosity, and Marc looked eager to know too.

The lioness looked truly offended. "I thought you were blessed with the knowledge for the gods."

"Yeah?" (Y/N) couldn't help but frown at her words. "But how do you know my name?"

"The Mahfouz have served as my avatars for generations, and I've kept an eye for you ever since the death of your father, but since you haven't taken the oath, I haven't made you my proper Avatar," the lioness explained, her tone casual like this wasn't dumping a whole lot of information on (Y/N). "When he was told the news that you were ill, he counted on me to protect you of any source of danger unknown to you."

(Y/N) looked back at Marc, who was lucky he was wearing that full mask to cover his face, because instead, his jaw would've dropped. (Y/N), once again, felt like she was kept in the dark the whole time.

"Now, take a look, little one," the lioness spoke again. "Which god do I resemble the most."

The gears inside (Y/N)'s head clicked. "Sekhmet."

The goddess was pleased with her answer, and Marc felt like an intruder in this conversation. With no more time to waste, the impatient god of the moon stomped his staff into the sand to grab the attention for him to speak.

"Ammit has been freed," Khonshu changed the subject once again. "I was not strong enough to stop her. Marc Spector, I need your help."

Marc's suit shifted entirely to the one (Y/N) had seen back in London, a classic and formal white suit with a matching mask and a crescent moon sewed into the forehead. (Y/N) could instantly tell the switch between the two already.

"Ah, just curious about something," Steven's British accent rang through her ears as he raised his finger. "How's this whole new arrangement gonna work then?"

"Steven Grant, I was not speaking to you."

"Yeah, all right. But we do come as like a package deal now, so you are gonna have to deal with me," Steven retorted, and pointed his finger again in accusation. "And we did just save your life, so you're welcome for that."

"But I do think that you should answer my question though," Steven sat back down into one of the rocks, crossing his legs in the process. "How's this deal gonna work?"

"You would negotiate now, with so much at stake?" Khonshu asked incredulously.

"Well, we did learn from the best, you silly old bird," Steven replied back and (Y/N) knew he was probably grinning cheekily.

"I will release you both," Khonshu negotiated. "You have my word."

"Mmm. I like the sound of that," Steven hummed. "Good. Glad we got that all sorted out. Now, how the heck are we gonna get to Cairo?"

"You forget, little worm, I am still the God of the Night Sky!" Khonshu raised his hands in the air as the sky began to darken, the sun finally set.

"Always the dramatic one, my old friend," Sehkmet retorted. "But one final issue stands. You'll have to wear my armor, little one."

(Y/N) balanced herself on the heels of her feet out of nervousness, feeling anxious because of too many gazes in her form, but before she could react, her body was wrapped the same way Marc's body was embraced by his god's healing armor.

The same shade of red that Sekhmet had on her gown was now all over (Y/N)'s body; from the neck to her wrists and ankles. Beautiful jewels adorned her wrists and her collar, glistening in the darkened sky. The wind blew back the short skirt that she had on her lower back and lower front, adding a feminine touch.

Steven couldn't help but admire the sight in front of him. "You look amazing, love."

"And you mock my dramatics, Sekhmet," Khonshu's voice boomed again.

Khonshu raised his arms up to the air and began to summon the air and a cloud of rising sand appeared all around Steven's feet, making him lose his cool and panic internally.

"All right, you know what? I think you can take this one, Marc," he panicked.

"Hurry up, idiots!"  Khonshu cried out, and the Moon Knight suit changed again, this time back to the original armor that Marc always wore, the cape blowing back in the strong winds.