Marc Spector (Earth-616)/Quotes

The Committee wants you alive -- ! And if you can't get that through your hairy head -- I'm gonna have to pound it in!

I'm gonna get a crease right through my cowl if you don't get that chopper's butt down here fast!

I'm a ghost now...a spectre of the moon...the moon's knight of vengeance---and I got work to do.

Something tells me, Ice, you ain't too cool without your heat.

I'm no pushover myself Stark!

You once told me I was a believer and a fighter. I’m not sure I still believe that Khonshu brought me back from the dead to a new life as a moonlit avenger of death. But I do believe in myself. And I’m still a fighter.

You know where I belong, punk? I belong with the decent and innocent folk-- who can't find a moment's peace-- not in the streets, not in their own homes-- so long as punks like you terrorize them. I belong with the persecuted. Now who's got the power, you stinking tube of prejudice? And how's it feel to play victim for a change?

I think I’ve found a peace of mind I never knew before -- almost feel like a new person.

Sorry Marlene. This time I have to go with the voices in my head.

You like moonlight? I can't say I care much for the moon myself.

I've been away too long, you guys don't even recognize me.

%$#@! Does everyone know my secret identity?

I became Moon Knight to battle evil wherever I could find it. And I never had to look farther than the darkness inside my own heart.

I am Moon Knight. The bearer of the mantle of Khonshu. Khonshu the justice bringer. I am vengeance.

Return what you've taken -- and I'll let you go. This time. But next time -- you won't be so lucky. And I won't be so kind.

I offered you my hand in friendship, Macendale. I offered you my help. You chose another path. Big mistake!

Speaking of the real Daredevil, I could use him right about now -- and I hope he brings Thor, Wolverine, and the Hulk with him.

I've devoted most of my adult life -- under the mantle of Moon Knight -- to atoning for the sins of my youth as a mercenary... and the blood I spilled.

I think tonight proved otherwise, folks. We acted as a team. We met the threat and we're still standing. I say we don't let it end with Castle.

People want to know. How can I live like this? The risks? The blood I've spilled? The times I've descended into madness? The times I've died? Hell... How can I live like this? How could I live any other way?

It's never about what you think it is. Still, someone has to do this. Still, someone has to do the fun stuff. Still, the blade must praise its lord. Still, people want to know, how can I live like this? The blood I've spilled. The blood yet to be spilled. Still, the answer is the same. How could I live any other way?

This is not by chance. Not killing this man is not random. This is years of training. Years of practice. Mountains of self-restraint. If this man lives to see tomorrow...it is because I allow him. Because that is the kind of man I am.

Knowing my history of "extreme behavior", I would suggest you don't want to come at me like this with your helmet off, Stark.

No. I'm done. I'm through being your executioner. Your avatar. Your symbol.

Marlene, if Russell is here, that popgun won't make him blink before he eats your heart.

In some ways it's liberating. Before the padded gloves, the cowl, that cloak. The voices in my head. All gone. Back to the basics. Before the spectacle of it all. When it was a job. Not a religion. When all I knew was what I knew.

Now comes the part that really hurts.

This is the part where you tell me what the #### is going on.

Look, Ma--no blood. Just a little logo for his straight-jacket.

I'm glad you guys are here. We have our work cut out for us. This is going to take all of us.

Stalking girls with your claws ready to carve them up, huh? Yer a real piece of work, Daken. Way past time daddy handed down some serious discipline. Bub.

Y'know, kid, it's kinda funny. You wanna be powerful, be feared. But we both know that, really, people are always gonna be more scared of me. And that's why you do it, right? Why you're playing at being the master criminal. 'cause you know I'm the real deal and you are not. And that you'll never, ever be me. You're just a cheap-ass copy.

It's real. It's- it's really you.

I don't think he'll fall for my crap a second time...

If I've learned anything from all this... I'd rather die in a robot holocaust than spend another second in Hollywood.

Okay. Fine. Ghosts are randomly attacking people in downtown Manhattan at night. They can touch me, and I can't touch them. What am I supposed to do? Sprinkle holy water over downtown? Exorcise Spring Street?

Listen. Where you're going? Tell your friends. Tell everyone you meet. You tell them all. When you see me coming? Run.

Let me tell you a thing about me. People who love me suffer and die. I never want to be loved. That's why I always win.

You come to my city and endanger the lives of its people. They are my authority.

I've lost Khonshu. I've lost them all.

You can't kill a god so easily. If you could, everyone would be doing it. Believe me. But you can't get faith and desperation mixed up, either. Do that... and you're only sacrificing yourself.

I am not insane!

Marlene, who the Hell's idea was it to throw the party in a damned mental institution?

This is it... the last stand. Let's go wolf hunting!

I -- I've been sick my whole life. And I've felt ashamed of that. I tried to hide it. I think that's what the mask really was. Another way to hide. But I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to be ashamed anymore. I just want to be me.

It's hard to explain. But I think all of this might be in my head. Or at least some of it is.

You should know by now that we're never alone, Marc.

No, I told you already... no. I did not come back here to join you, Khonshu... I came to kill you.

No Khonshu... I am Marc Spector. I am Steven Grant. I am Jake Lockley. And we are going to be okay. We are going to live with who we are. We are Moon Knight. And we never needed you.

Argh! Look. Steven is the wealthy benefactor. Khonshu is our connection to the bigger picture. You're the voice of reason. And I deal in the grimy leftovers. You built us this way. Like I said, you can chill, we got this. Please don't make me put you to sleep.

I'm not one of those super heroes who won't straight-up kill you, Bushman.

Holy @#%$... we have the power of crazy!

No more being scared? For that I'd need a whole new family and upbringing. Then, I could really sleep at night.

I swear, I'm taking it back to street level for at least a year.

What I'm about to do may not be pretty. It may seem insane. But when it comes to "crazy"... I'm the best there is.

Khonshu! Steven! Where are you?!? Jake, please, I need you!

I am no man's slave!

Reality is broken... and I'm the repairman.

Ungh... I need to come up with... better plans... gaaaaaah!

Mummies are rising from their graves, building pyramids of power at specific points across the globe. It is always night, and the sky is filled with moons. And sometimes muffled thunder. Welcome to the Age of Khonshu. Welcome to the world I have wrought.

My name is Marc Spector. The fist of the Phoenix.

Let me cut right to it. I know Khonshu is unworthy of my worship or anyone's. I know he tried to take over the world. I know he deserves to be imprisoned wherever the Aesir are keeping him, off in Asgard. But unworthy or not, I am his fist.

My brain is Moon-silvered, lunatic, cratered with a god's fingerprints. The deep structures of my mind have been irreversibly changed by communion with an ultraterrestrial intelligence. This is my poisoned ground. This is my temple. But I take my weaknesses and turn them to my advantage. I take my scars... and make of them my weapons.

You want to know the real reason I always wear the mask? It's so I don't have to look myself in the face.

Well, the mood I'm in... there's not going to be much on the streets tonight scarier than me.

Let's establish some parameters. I'm not Spider-Man. And I'm not the Punisher. They represent extreme ends of the same costumed spectrum. I'm Moon Knight. And you all know that means one thing. No one in this room-- myself included-- knows precisely what I am capable of. I beat the Avengers. Imagine what I could do to any one of you.

There it is. Reese, Soldier... Welcome to the team the House of Shadows. Or rather... The Midnight Mission. We're back in business. So let's get to work.

We ALL got pinched in Fisk's Thunderbolt sweeps when he criminalized masked crimefighters...^[1] but I'm no more welcome with them than you are with the Wrecking Crew.

I told you... that I was going to hurt you. Hurt you beyond all comprehension.

I used to tell cops I wear white so the bad guys can see me coming... But if I'm being honest with myself... It's so I always see the blood that's on my hands.

We've intruded upon their eternal rest after their lives spent in service. I don't think they'd listen. Besides... talking has never really been the purpose of the Fists of Khonshu

Every time I have played this game, I have won. I'm always exhausted by the end. I usually win just before the moon disappears and the dawn arrives. When I finally reach the circle, I always look up. And I make sure Khonshu is pleased.

Marc Spector is a fist. A hand closed for violence, made a weapon. But a fist needs to know who to punch, and how and where to punch them. Needs eyes. And ears.

To the people I protect, this a place of safety. But for you, it is a place of punishment. This is my place of power. This is my temple. This is the Midnight Mission. Be welcome. Be welcome, supplicants.

You. Punk-ass Renfield, working for the vampires. What did Dracula promise you to sell the rest of us out? Doesn't matter. I've got good news for you. You get to live. You're going to leave this place and go straight back to Chernobyl. You're going to deliver a message. You're going to tell Dracula what happens when you make a move on New York.

I need to know. Five people died tonight, and for what? Why? Those two aren't the only ones taking orders from the dead. My own dead are screaming at me for answers, Dr. Sterman. For vengeance. Jaime Vasquez. Sheriff. Warren Tork. Junior Birdman. Thomas Haney. Fingers. Hannah Trumbull. Mercy. Robert Plesko. Sigmund. And I owe them. I owe them all.

Hello. Nice night. Dylan Brock is under my protection. Which means you have two choices: you can go home and chalk this one up to misadventure... or you can come and try to take him. But I'll tell you this--there is nothing but pain and terror awaiting you inside my house.

The memory fades--yet I still see her standing before me. Because after all these years of punishment, my prayers have been answered... as the universe decides to finally give me something back.

I had all kinds of power, one time. I swung Thor's hammer. I drove Ghost Rider's car. I struck with the Iron Fist. I burned with the Phoenix. And you know what all that got me? Nothing.

My name is Marc Spector--and I am no stranger to death. But if today is the day when I finally meet my end... then I'd better make it a good one.

That's right--Ammut was just the warm-up... but when I get finished with you, Randall... you're gonna wish I let the Devourer have you.

Listen. It's down to us. We win or the city dies. So let's win.

No matter what I do... I can't escape the blood. Once I was a mercenary... an unrepentant killer... even with my hardest prayers, my penance could never truly outweigh my guilt. Reborn as the Fist of Khonshu, I was given the opportunity to turn my life around. And despite my sins... I was even granted the chance to say goodbye. Seeing Layla one last time--and knowing that she still believed in me...? Perhaps one day, maybe I'll even believe in myself. But until that day comes, I'll protect the innocent the way she'd want me to. My name is Marc Spector... and I am the Moon Knight.

Moon Knight is dead. Long live Moon Knight.

The cops are after us. The crooks are after us. We lost our home. So we do the only thing we can: We run.

This is what I am, Jake. This is who I was always meant to be, Steven. Blood drunk. Murder hungry. I was a fool to think that I could have people. That I could keep them safe. No. Now I know. All I need... is the wild dog.

Achilles Fairchild has taken almost everything from us. Because he's been smart. Taking us apart, piece by piece. I think it's time we got smart. And started taking pieces of our own.

That's the second time tonight you've called me crazy. I have dissociative identity disorder. And you have bipolar disorder. I think we've both been called crazy enough for a lifetime.

You believed me trapped, Ginnaar. But the trap was mine. Others have tried to take my mind, but my mind is poison fruit. My soul? My soul was bought and paid for long ago.

Let's establish some parameters. I'm not Spider-Man. And I'm not the Punisher. They represent the extreme ends of the same costumed spectrum. I'm Moon Knight. And you all know that means one thing. No one in this bar--myself included--knows precisely what I am capable of. I beat the Avengers. Imagine what I could do to any one of you.

You asked me--How could such a beautiful land be ruled by such evil? Simple: Water takes the path of least resistance. Makes for crooked streams and crooked names.