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Sneak Peak

As proposed, the later scene I have written in my Jace & Alec as Natasha Romanova and Clint Barton AU! I wrote this a few weeks ago and haven’t had time to work further on it, so this is by no means finalized product, but I’m pretty happy with it so far - happy enough to share it! This is the first time I think I’ve shared writing on this blog... I’m a bit nervous, but I honestly enjoy this scene too much to be too much so. I’m not sold on a title for the whole thing yet, but, as of the moment, the document’s titled Blasphemous Rumors after the song one of my friends introduced me to a while back, before I even knew what Shadowhunters were. xD Currently, most of my work on this has involved thinking about how to adapt Shadowhunters lore to the Marvel universe and working on the dynamics of Alec and Jace, what they’re thinking, what they’ve kinda been through (which goes back to trying to transition some of their history from Shadowhunters to this reformatted Shadow World on Marvel-oids). This scene, in particular, is basically the equivalent of the moment the “different call” was made. I’ve also done a little rewriting as I retyped it here, so this isn’t even what I already had, and it’s likely to change again if I ever get around to completing more of this (I’m really hoping I do!). Sooo... I think that’s it? And without further ado, I hope you enjoy. <3 OH! And it’s currently all written in first person from Alec’s PoV. :3

There’s something more in his eyes than confidence, something more than the emotionless mask touted by so many of Valentine’s warriors, something...

Fear. Johnathan Morgenstern was afraid. Two blue eyes, one with a painted flicker of brown, held mine. All it would take is a simple swipe, like I’d done plenty of times before...

Like he had done.

But I can’t move my hand from his throat, the blade away from his chest, and he won’t avert his gaze.

“What are you waiting for?” It’s the softest I’ve ever heard him speak. There’s a faint quiver in his lip, and I’d swear a speck of gold in those crystal eyes filled with more than anything anyone ever took down in those files about him. Maybe they’d just never gotten this close...

Or maybe they’d just been so blinded by the burnt circle that mars the pale skin of his neck under my fingers.

“Finish it.” There’s the familiar hiss. For a fraction of a second, water-toned irises harden back to diamond and stormy steel. “The Law is hard, but it is the Law.”

“Why would you care about the Law?”

The look fades quickly and a faint smile pulls weakly at his lips. “Isn’t that the Clave’s whole deal? Why you’re here?” The comment lacks the sting it should’ve come with. “No one’s ever gotten this far. Guess they’ll be proud.., give you honors.”

I can feel a frown pulling at my lips, debate narrowing my eyes. “Yeah. I guess they could.” He could end this in so many ways before I even took my next breath, and yet he was just... standing there, taking it. Even his grip on my arm felt like it was there more out of instinct than any intent to actually pry out of my grasp.

I catch the barest glimpse of confusion in his eyes before I slowly loosen my grip around his neck, stepping back and lowering my blade. “They told me to kill you... You work for Valentine.”

He tenses, but his eyes snap away from me. Something else had drawn his attention; my breath caught in my throat.

For several long moments, he leaves me in silence, carefully raking his eyes over our surroundings.

“You should keep your voice down, Lightwood,” he advises finally. As his eyes come back to mine, I couldn’t help but notice a haunting exhaustion. “You never know who’s listening.”

“You work for him,” I repeat, this time quieter, nodding to the Circle rune on his neck. “Why the hell haven’t you killed me?”

“I could ask you the same thing, couldn’t I?” He straightens a little with the words, flashes a somewhat devilish smirk, almost like he’s challenging me.

He is. It’s that familiar facade so many had warned me about.

My teeth catch slightly on the inside of my lower lip, but I nod after a moment. “They did send me to kill you.”

“Then you’re in violation of a direct order.”

“Not so unlike yourself.”

“Do you have a death wish, Lightwood? Were you planning on dying today?”

There was so much that was... wrong with this. But something was so unshakable about him. I’d been told story after story about the man in front of me, and yet here we were talking like we were moments away from being sent out together.

His brow twisted over his crystal eyes, holding a spark of annoyance and impatience at the surface... and, yet again, something more I just couldn’t quite name a few layers too deep for me to be completely sure. “Well?”

“Why wouldn’t you..? Why won’t you?”

Watching him right before my eyes, I can’t imagine how no one ever saw it before. Valentine was as good a liar, actor, and manipulator as the came, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that his prodigy would be capable of the same, but... something tells me there’s sincerity in the sad smile taking his lips, the sort of exhaustion in his eyes not caused by a simple lack of sleep...

“Look.” He releases a sigh that betrays it further and disturbs the stray blonde locks that had fallen into his face. “As soon as Valentine hears I haven’t already killed you? We might both wish I had. Death is hardly the worst thing he could give to you.”

And as if that wasn’t enough to send my head spinning... “I haven’t killed you, and you haven’t killed me. Why?”

The Council really wasn’t going to like me after this... But I had warned them...

“Because there’s a lot more to this than the black and white the Clave always likes to see.”

That brings a faint smile to his lips, even something like a breath of a laugh. He closes his eyes and shakes his head for a brief moment. “Alright, then, Lightwood. What do you suggest instead?”

“Come back with me.”

His eyes widen. “What?”

“I’ll take you in.”

“They’ll just throw me in a cell, or do what you clearly won’t.”

“They’ll listen to me.” Well... An agitated breath puffs from my lungs. “They’ll... they’ll have to. The Council trusted me with your case; I deserve a word on what happens to you.”

“And you think they’ll really give you that?”

“Would you rather go back to him?”

I could be making this worse... I know exactly what they’ll say if I take him back. Why would I walk the most elite warrior currently known right into the Clave? What if he reported back to Valentine? Everything could be compromised.

Pretty sure bringing him back would be viewed a whole lot different than that time I broke that kid’s nose in training...

“Why should I trust you?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t, Johnathan. And maybe I shouldn’t be trusting you.”

His jaw sets. “Jace.”

That wasn’t what I was expecting. “Jace?”

“Call me Jace.” He raises his eyes cautiously to my own. “And I will go with you.” The look vanishes, that about cocky sort of smile coming back to his lips, the facade coming back into his eyes. “If only to make sure you don’t get yourself killed on the way out.”

My eyes narrow with a small huff. “Alright, Jace. Then let’s get out of here.”

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