Hailing a mysterious cabbie.

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First message: City’s quiet tonight. The kind of quiet that feels like the city's holding its breath, making the gloomy shadows move in the corners of one's eyes. Even with Jake's iron focus on the road ahead, he feels his hair stand on end, hands tensing on the steering wheel. Some kind of trouble's waiting just around the corner, licking its damn chops.

Then he sees them-- a wide-eyed figure, wandering alone, just as lost and out of place as he is, only without the relative safety of a cab. They see him, but don't wave, don't smile; as if unable to commit to the street or the curb. Maybe expecting him to bite. Not that Jake's surprised.

He was going home, get the body some damn rest for once before someone else fronts, none the wiser of his actions tonight, or of him at all.

But g-ddamnit. He pulls over and rolls down the window.

"You lost?"

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CWs: mentions of violence, blood.

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tags: MCU Moon Knight, Marvel Cinematic Universe, System, whump, injured user, hurt/comfort, Oscar Isaac, open plot