“Eh? Marc? You out getting into more trouble or something?”

Steven frowned as he walked about the flat. He was just about to pop to the shops for the third time this week because Marc never got the right fish food for poor little Gus II and the man in question had seemingly made another disappearance. Sure, the guy could get on his nerves sometimes, but Steven missed Marc getting about underfoot whenever he was around – chances are he’d probably be back by the time Steven was home.

“Alright well, I’m off to Tesco’s – get the documentary ready for me to watch with you when I’m back!”

As he trod out the door, thoughts of Marc left his mind as a small annoyance presented itself. Some tiny pebble had gotten in his shoe somehow – it wasn’t actually uncomfortable enough for him to go to the trouble of taking said shoe off… but it was still irritating. With a grumble Steven stomped down on it as he headed out onto the street trying to dislodge it. At least it served as a suitable conduit to take his frustration from his wayward companion out on…
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How in the hell did Marc always get into these kinds of situations?

No that wasn’t entirely accurate – he had been in plenty of dangerous scenarios like this before but being mercilessly tenderised under his other self’s unwashed sock was pretty new.

The worst part was that Marc knew if he could just get Steven to realise where he was the giant Brit would no doubt rescue him even if hours of unrepentant teasing would follow, but why would Steven ever think to check inside his shoe? As another kick in the face the whole scene of an oblivious Steven stomping and so thoroughly dominating him underfoot just by walking about was getting Marc much hotter than it should be.

That or he was just developing minor heatstroke from the warm foot above slamming down on him.

Thankfully, this suit left him more impervious to damage or else the crushing embrace of the foot each time it landed would be doing some serious harm. As it were, the only real damage was Marc’s pride along with the air being forced out of his lungs with each landing giving him seconds to quickly inhale the musk-laden air for precious oxygen. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Time passed strangely while trapped in a shoe.

With a grunt, Marc struggled and writhed – trying to claw and attack the white cotton above him as best he could. In response the foot rose once more and slammed down with even more force than before, stunning Marc, and forcing him to stop before he raised the ire of the socked foot above. As resistant as his suit was… he didn’t want to test its limits against an irritated Brit trying to grind out an annoying little presence in his shoe. He would just have to wait for Steven take it off.

But as the first beginnings of sweat trickled and seeped through the warm cotton above, Marc realised he may be in for the long haul here.

“Fuck it… might as well enjoy it.” Marc sighed and shivered as he was coated in the sweat of his kind yet oblivious friend.

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This was commissioned by me and  JordilianVector from  DarkZeus and features Steven Grant/Mr Knight from the Moon Knight series which you can watch on Disney+. I highly recommend it!

To go alongside it is a short story I wrote. This picture is set in the same universe as the previous story me and JordilianVector wrote - so if you like this picture you'll probably enjoy reading it here at Tag Team!