Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSorry, sorry...ā Quentin rushes towards their table, a quick glance at his watch to note how late he is ( he hates not being punctualĀ ), offering a singular word in explanation. āWork.ā Pecking Bobbi on the cheek, the man inwardly groans as he seats himself opposite Gamora, opting to veer his attention in Quillās direction.Ā āI hope you guys werenāt waiting long...?ā
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It was time to face Peter. After what happened, Gamora locked herself in a room and didnāt say a single word. She was afraid to see the look in his eyes, afraid that he might blame her or hate her. But Gamora also realised how unfair it was not to talk to him so she decided it was time.Ā
Standing in front of him, she finally laid eyes on himĀ āIām sorryā she saidĀ āThis wasnāt-- I didnāt-- I donāt know what happened.āĀ
Spidey had stumbled upon some weird tech.Ā Okay he got thrown through a window into a warehouse with a cache of stuff he didnāt recognize but that was beside the point.Ā Ā After he dealt with the bad guy of the week, he went back to check it over.Ā Ā Nothing he recognized as terrestrial.Ā Which could mean all kinds of things.Ā But what was it doing there?Ā There had been people trying to weaponize alien tech before.Ā Did it do something strange to the guy, or was he trying to build something?
The bright side, he happened to know at least one person he could ask.Ā Ā Webbing could make for some decent containers.Ā So he gathered it up, webbed it together and secured it to his back.Ā Sure would look a little strange but if it kept it out of the wrong hands, it would be worth it.
He set out to find Mr. Star Lord and have him look it over.
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I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with youĀ
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
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Trishās lips purse, regretting she spoke despite the reliefĀ that came with it. It didnāt matter who she told, a stranger or someone she knew, but the fact that it was outĀ there, gone from within. Her eyes trail up, as if she could visibly see the words floating away. She can only subtly nod, keeping her eyes off---Peter, if she remembered correctly.
āHe canāt hurt anyone else, no.ā But his death did not kill the effects of him. It didnāt erase the trauma. āI guess we should all be happy about that.ā
"...I got married the weekend I met my wife, so dating... saying I was in love? I didnāt worry about thinking it, saying it, feeling too soon. Jenn and I... weāre just... things are good, you know? We hit it off right away, but Iād say that the basis of our relationship is in friendship. Enjoying each otherās company. The fact we think the other is hot, I mean... thatās just incidental. I havenāt told her, yet, though. Cause I mean... sheās important to me. I care about her. I do love her. I havenāt told her that. I donāt know that Iād say Iām in love yet, I donāt want to speak prematurely or get too into this too soon. I mean. When do you know? With Bobbi it was immediate, but that was... a different person, a different relationship, and the way that ended? ...and even if itās the case, which Iām not saying it is or isnāt... I donāt want to overwhelm her. Or myself. Things are just good the way they are, and theyāll progress as they progress. I mean, weāre dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend, but when it comes to the feelings aspect... itās an unspoken thing, yāknow?ā
Clint spun the ice of his Coke around with his straw, shrugging. It was good to get all of this off his chest, to just unwind and vent to a friend. ā...and my team, you know. Still trying to get us to actually come together. Assemble. Your team, you guys are like a family. Weāre... not...ā
Jessica sat at the counter in the kitchen of her new townhouse, hunched over the keyboard as she pored over a multitude of open webpage tabs.Ā It was getting late, and the cup of tea sheād brewed hours prior was cold.Ā The bluish light from her screen lit her face as she noted the date and time of publication on seven different news reports.
A man in a restaurant killing himself with a pizza cutter.Ā A woman slicing off her own fingers with her violin strings in the subway station.Ā Two police officers holding guns to one anotherās heads in the park.Ā Even an entire performance venue blanketed in silence while a singer tried to garrote himself with the microphone cord.Ā Even more reports of people acting possessed, determined to perform ridiculous and near-fatal tasks with no discernible reason.
These were all telltale signs of Kilgraveās handiwork, each dated alarmingly close together, within the last two weeks.Ā He was getting testy, and Jessica could tell.Ā The last report was dated yesterday morning.
Lukeās footsteps could be heard down the hall as he emerged in the doorway.Ā He paused there for a moment, looking at Jess hunched over her work.Ā Ā āJessie, your side of the bed is cold,ā he chided in a low, rumbling voice.Ā Ā āCāmon, this canāt waitĀ ātil morning?ā
āIām getting close.Ā Heās... heās desperate, or testing something.Ā He keeps compelling more people for longer, if these reports have all their numbers correct,ā she muttered, not bothering to peel her eyes from the screen.Ā Jessica took a sip of her cold tea, frowned, and put the mug down quickly.Ā Ā āI just have to find out what heās going to try next, what stunt-ā
A harsh buzz on the granite was quickly followed by Jessicaās phone screen lighting up.Ā One message from Trish.Ā Buzz.Ā Two messages from Trish.
>> Hey Jess
>> Check the news.
Jessicaās brows drew together in confusion.Ā Taking her phone in one hand, laptop in the other, she pushed past Luke towards the den.Ā She put her appliances down on the coffee table and picked up the remote, flipping for the news channel.Ā She was still learning the numbers of the channels, not having had a proper television for quite a few years until now.Ā Ā āWait, wait, there,ā she muttered as she saw the feed of helicopters over Morningside Park.Ā Ā
It was late, far later than anyone should be gathered in a public park.Ā Through the searchlights she could see crowds of people amassed in one spot.Ā But around what?
āOh no, no,ā Jessica said, clapping a hand over her mouth.Ā Luke stood beside her, watching the screen but not catching what had surprised her.Ā Weakly, Jess pointed a finger at the jostling footage to a very small, but very distinct purple figure standing apart from the crowds.
The marquee at the bottom of the screen offered very little explanation, as the reporters couldnāt exactly tell what was going on.Ā But Jessica knew.Ā This was it- this was what heād been testing himself for.Ā From what she could see, a crowd of about two or maybe three hundred people- civilians mostly- standing in haphazard rows, waiting for his command.Ā God knows what heād already told them to do.Ā Maybe they would kill each other.Ā Maybe they would cause a riot.Ā And worse, maybe they would come for her.Ā Even those stupid fucking news crews were in danger the longer they stayed around.
Absolutely chilled, Jessica stood transfixed in horror as the scene played out- or rather, didnāt.Ā What were they waiting for?
Just then, her phone rang.Ā Again from Trishās number.Ā Jessica picked it up hastily.Ā Ā āTrish, Iām watching and heās-ā
āHello, Jessica.āĀ The voice on the other end of the line wasnāt Trish, but it was all too familiar.Ā And if the call came from her sisterās phone...
āWhat the fuck have you done to Trish?ā Jessica demanded harshly, her heart beating fiercely.
āNow, now,ā Kilgrave chided.Ā Ā āThereās no need to take that tone with me.Ā I have your sister here, and sheās fine.Ā In fact, sheās better than fine.Ā Much more obedient than you ever were, Jessica.Ā Perhaps I chose the wrong sister?ā
Jessicaās mind began racing- how fast could she be out of here and get to the park?Ā Was this all a trap?Ā How did he get Trish, and how did he get so many people under control at once?Ā Clearly, whatever heād been trying to do to improve his influence was paying off.Ā But it didnāt matter- every second she left Trish with that monster was a moment of life that the other woman would never get back.Ā And Jess had learned lately that every second was precious.
āWhat do you want?ā
āOh, come now.Ā If you have to ask, you havenāt been paying attention.āĀ He paused and Jess thought the line might have gone dead, but then he spoke again, accent cloying in her ear.Ā Ā āWeāll be waiting for you to make your choice.Ā Youāve got an hour, Jessica.ā
An hour was far too long to leave those people standing there, in the harsh, late night.Ā And Jessica had already made her decision long ago.Ā She hung up the phone without another word and threw the thing down on the couch, pushing past Luke to grab her jacket and boots from the bedroom.
āHe has Trish,ā she panted, tugging up her boots frantically.Ā Luke followed her, giving her space as she bent at the waist, only slightly impeded by her burgeoning stomach.Ā Ā āThis is it, Luke.Ā I... I donāt have a choice.Ā This has to be it.ā
āThen let me come with you.Ā Lemme call Danny, you call Matt, weāll get the gang together and weāll stop him,ā he offered, already knowing what stubborn Jessica Jones would say.
āNo, I canāt risk him getting any of us,ā she said, shaking her head.Ā Ā āBesides, I want to believe whatever psychic bullshit Jean Grey put into my brain... itāll be enough.āĀ She grabbed her jacket and tugged the sleeves on.Ā Jessica ran back to the front room, grabbing her phone from the couch, fingers trembling as she stuffed it in her back pocket.Ā This had to be it, but what was it?Ā So many variables she couldnāt know.Ā And she was fucking terrified.
Jessica stopped at the front door, looking back to Luke in his boxers.Ā God, she wanted to curl up in bed with him.Ā To act like this wasnāt the very possible end of everything sheād worked so hard to build for herself.Ā To go to sleep, curled at his side, loved and safe and warm and only waking up occasionally to pee because pregnancy was stupid.Ā No night terrors, no thoughts of failing to face her greatest fears, her greatest foe.
āLuke, if something... if something happens to me, call Murdock and tell him to come to Morningside Park.Ā No matter what, you need to stay out of his reach, okay?āĀ Jessica could tell that Lukeās heart was in two places on this one.Ā He so badly wanted to come with her- not for his own heroics, but to protect her.Ā Support her.Ā But he also knew the terror of losing control, and if Kilgrave had that many hundreds of people in his thrall, there was no way Luke Cage was going to be able to stand apart.Ā And Jess couldnāt risk Kilgrave using him against her.Ā Or worse.
She shook her head and without another word, slipped out into the night, leaping up to a nearby fire escape to make her way across the rooftops.
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It took Jessica about eighteen minutes running and leaping at top speed across the rooftops to make it into range of the park.Ā The news helicopters still circled, and it was a wonder they hadnāt been threatened off.Ā At least, if they were safe in the air, it was one less thing for Jess to worry about.Ā The last thing she needed was a kamikaze pilot under Kilgraveās influence.
As she drew near enough, she lowered herself to the street and stood there, hands on her thighs, panting.Ā She quickly checked her phone- no breaking updates in the report, so that seemed good.Ā But nothing with Kilgrave was ever as it seemed.Ā Putting her phone back into her pocket, Jessica put a hand on her stomach, which fluttered as she caught her breath.Ā She couldnāt sense the babyās movements yet but she had to trust everything was okay in there.Ā A little cardio never hurt, did it?
She was well within her hour, but Jessica knew Kilgrave would grow impatient waiting for his latest plaything to arrive.Ā The woman steeled herself in the cold night air and proceeded on foot at ground level.
Approaching the edge of the park, she was met by a throng of bodies, standing soldier-like at attention, facing the base of the Charles Schurz Memorial.Ā Jessica couldnāt see over the sea of heads, but if she was a betting woman her money would have been on Kilgrave- and Trish- waiting there.Ā And that would be the worst if she was lucky.
At the sound of her footsteps, one of the heads closest to her- a blonde young woman she didnāt recognize- turned and clued in to her arrival.Ā Like clockwork, the hundreds of other bodies spun around to face her down, and Jessica had to step backwards at the oppressive weight of their collective stares.Ā She didnāt know what Kilgrave had told them to do, but watching her seemed as good a guess as any.Ā The silence was deafening, save for the rotary hum of the helicopters above.
āJesus, fuck,ā Jess muttered as she dared to step forward, fists clenched.Ā She moved slowly, fearing that they may have been told to attack her, or attack one another.Ā No one seemed to be holding any weapons- that, again, seemed like a good sign.Ā Too many good signs in this nightmare scenario.
Silently, she weighed the exact amount of force she would have to use to knock out any of these civilians if they attacked her. Ā Jessica knew where to hit and just how hard to put them on the ground in the least concussive, least damaging way. Ā She always knew that much, but now she was preparing to exercise it.
As she approached, the people parted just enough for her to pass through.Ā The crowd was still trained on her, their eyes following every step.Ā She stepped into the cleared path, and the bodies moved in behind her to close her in.Ā Ā āReally?Ā The theatrics,ā she muttered, trying to get any one of them to react.Ā How long had they been here before sheād turned on the news?Ā She was met with nothing but laser focus.Ā Jess shuddered, remembering what it was like to be inside of that, watching the world, trapped in your own mind.
Kilgraveās command had never been strong enough to work on more than a small handful of people at a time.Ā How did he have this many minds under such strict control all at once?
Walking further into the sea of bodies, Jessica began to double take, seeing what she imagined were familiar faces.Ā Just beyond the cold stare of a beautiful Native woman whose features were sharp with focus, Jess spotted Peter Quill.Ā There was no recognition or familiarity in his stare, just icy determination.Ā She so badly wanted to bring herself to smile, just to assure him things would be okay.Ā But she would be lying to herself and to him, and she couldnāt shake the abject terror that gripped her completely. So she kept walking, slowly at first, then with more determination.
She could see Kilgraveās head over the legions of people, but she wouldnāt give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement.Ā Jessica moved forward, noticing another familiar gaze in the throng of people parting to let her through.Ā Her eyes widened, and Jess threw out a hand.
āKate!Ā Kate, no,ā she shouted, reaching for the girl and shoulder-checking an older gentleman to move him out of the way.Ā Claw-like hands gripped Jessicaās jacket, pulling the neck and restraining her.Ā Ā āFucking get off of me!ā
āNo,ā a strangerās voice said.Ā The tone was robotic, practiced.Ā Ā āYouāre wasting time, Jessica.Ā Leave her.ā
Jessica struggled, wresting hands off her jacket as the crowd backed off and returned to their positions.Ā āOh, so you freaks do speak.āĀ She knew better than to test them again, but...
Her heart sank.Ā Jessica would personally take on every one of these people if it meant getting Kate to safety.Ā Taking her away from all of this- the girl must have been breaking inside.Ā Standing in a park, late at night.Ā Assaulted by the mind manipulations of the sick and twisted man they both hoped would die.Ā Well, Kate might have to watch it happen, if Jess got her way tonight.
As she passed, she turned, not touching, to speak to the girl.Ā Ā āKate, Iām sorry.Ā Iām going to make this right.Ā Iām so sorry.āĀ There was no assurance in her stare.Ā No confirmation of understanding, no acknowledgement that she heard or even believed Jessica.Ā Just blank focus.
The investigator practically shoved the rest of the crowd out of the way as she marched to Kilgrave standing at the base of the memorial with Trish kneeling beside him.Ā To the opposite side of her sister, Jess spotted that strange eye-shaped sculpture the Bugle had written about months prior.Ā It had been reported stolen on New Yearās Day, just after their fight with the ninjas and Typhoid Mary.Ā So why did he have it?
āYou depraved, maniacal bastard,ā Jessica barked as she stormed up the steps, stopping short at the closer sight of her sister.Ā Trishās eyes were glistening, piqued pink in the corners as if sheād maybe been crying.Ā Kilgrave wouldnāt have let her, but it was just so cold out that maybe the stinging night air had that effect on her anyways.Ā Jess only turned her head briefly to see the army of bodies behind her all take a few steps closer in unison- the only way out of here was up in the air now.
Speaking of, the floodlights of the helicopters were obnoxiously bright, illuminating the scene.Ā Kilgraveās teeth shone as he cracked a large grin at Jessicaās arrival.Ā Ā āWell, Jessica,ā he crooned, patting Trishās hair like she was a housecat.Ā Ā āYour sister and I were beginning to think you wouldnāt show.Ā Well, I had my doubts but she... she seemed so sure you would rush in and save the day, hm?ā
His laughter curdled Jessicaās blood and she had the urge to rip off the hand that was touching her sister.Ā The Purple Man was uncomfortably confident now that the investigator had stepped into his game.Ā Jess balled her fists at her sides and tried to slow her breathing before she flew off at the handle.Ā She had to figure out his angle first, or else any ākill yourselfā or ākill each otherā fail-safe commands could turn the night into even more of a shitshow than it was already shaping up to be.
āSo, Jessica, why did you come here?Ā To be a hero to dear, sweet Patsy and all of these innocent bystanders?Ā Or did you have some other delusions?ā
His grand, sweeping gesture at the crowd made her shoulders tighten.Ā Something inside of Jessica tugged, from her chest towards Kilgrave.Ā She wanted to tell him her plan, just so he could know what he had coming to him.Ā So she could wipe that stupid, smug grin off his face.
In the back of her mind, the flaming wordsĀ āFuck Youā appeared.Ā Oh god, that was Jean Greyās psychic trigger going off.Ā There was no way his powers were getting to her now, unless... That sculpture at his feet worried her.
āIām waiting, Jessica.ā
She swallowed.Ā Over the distant din of the helicopter, she raised her voice from a whisper.Ā Ā āIām here to kill you.ā
Kilgrave paused a moment, brows knitting together.Ā Then he shook his head.Ā Ā āOh, well then.Ā I could have guessed that!āĀ He looked more amused than she would have liked.Ā His next words were painfully deliberate, testing the bounds of his persuasion.Ā Ā āTell me something I donāt know.ā
Here Jessica grew confused.Ā She hated the superheroic monologuing of so many other crimefighters- Captain America and his speeches, She-Hulkās quipping, even Daredevilās self-righteous shit.Ā But now, she felt like this was her moment.Ā Her moment to exact revenge for everything he ever did.Ā To her.Ā To Luke.Ā To Kate and Peter and everyone standing behind her.Ā To Trish, the one person she always thought she could keep safe.
But was she telling him these things because it was what she wanted to hear? Or it was what he had told her to do?Ā Jessicaās heart beat even faster with fear.
āTell me something I donāt know.ā
āIām pregnant,ā she admitted.Ā Ā āAnd itās Luke Cageās.Ā And Iām more loved than I ever have been, and killing you is the last step to ensuring that I have a future that I can look forward to.āĀ Saying the words felt good, whether it was what she wanted to tell him or not.
At that, Kilgrave looked visibly crestfallen.Ā Only just slightly.Ā He stuffed both hands in his suit jacket pockets and sniffed.Ā Ā āWell, that explains the bit of a gut youāve got going on right there.Ā I didnāt want to be rude and say something, but, seriously.Ā Jessica.āĀ He tutted and looked around at the scene heād created here.Ā He looked past the investigator into the crowd, drawing out the moment.Ā Why didnāt she just kill him now?
āJessica, it is... so sad that you have to lie to yourself like that,ā the Purple Man continued.Ā Ā āYou really are so damaged.Ā Which is a shame, because youāre such a lovely jewel.āĀ He sighed and Jessica took a step forward, which she regretted instantly.Ā Kilgrave straightened, putting a foot to the eye sculpture.Ā Was it going to shoot lasers?Ā What the fuck was it doing here anyway?
āBut you always were a bit of a daft bitch,ā the British man spat quickly.Ā Ā āYou just donāt get it, do you?Ā Iāve hardly had to use any power to get you here, Jessica.Ā Just wait until you see what Iām prepared to do.Ā This beautiful little piece here- and I donāt mean your sister- is a very powerful relic.Ā That controls minds.Ā With it, thereās not a soul alive that could resist my commands.Ā Not even you, my jewel.ā
Jessica wanted to believe he was bluffing, but that confidence, that ego.Ā That was more than sheād ever seen from him.Ā He didnāt know about what help sheād received from Jean Grey, but up against that relic, she wasnāt sure it would matter much here.
āAll I ever wanted was you,ā Kilgrave continued.Ā Trish shivered by his side in the cold air, and Jess so badly wanted to give the woman her leather jacket.Ā Ā āI gave you everything I could, and it still wasnāt enough.Ā And then that damned Luke Cage couldnāt even get a job done right and then what?Ā He takes you from me?Ā And youāre having a fucking baby with him.Ā Augh!Ā You know youāll never really be happy.Ā I know you, and youāve never had it in you to love anyone.Ā Not even yourself.Ā Certainly not a baby, disgusting little thing.Ā Maybe you care about your darling Trish here, but you couldnāt even protect her now.ā
āIām going to make you regret touching her,ā Jess practically growled.Ā Ā āYouāre going to pay for everything youāve done.ā
The Purple Man compelled Trish to stand, which she obeyed.Ā Jessica stood rooted to the spot simply out of fear.Ā She had to gauge the right moment to make her move without ruining everything.Ā Why wasnāt he using the eye on her?Ā Was he afraid it wouldnāt work?Ā Or was he scared it would be too easy?Ā Kilgrave bent down and picked up the relic, which was sizable in his arms.Ā Ā āIf I canāt have you, then I will be damned sure you never forget me,ā he threatened.
Jessica steeled herself against whatever unimaginable horror he could speak into existence next.Ā Her heart was practically in her throat by now.
āGo on then, Jessica,ā he said, the bright lights glinting off the sculpture mystically.Ā Ā āIf youāre going to kill me, then get on with it.Ā Be the big sodding hero you always think you can be.Ā But remember, killing one person is an accident.Ā Killing two people makes a habit.ā
Kilgrave stood, staring at her relentlessly.Ā Jessica could feel the eyes of three hundred strangers boring into her back.Ā He was going to make her do this in front of an audience.Ā Make her ruin her own life by doing exactly what she wanted to do.Ā And a small part of her didnāt want to go through with it any longer, but she felt that she had to.Ā Was he really compelling her, even now?Ā With the use of that artifact?Ā Or was Jessica finally taking her chance to do what she knew she had to?
How was it that she had all the power, but he still had complete control?
Numbly, she walked forward.Ā The crowd walked with her.Ā They closed in until there was only a small perimeter of space between her, her sister, and the suited Englishman.Ā Jessica shoved Trish back gently, keeping her out of the way.
As Jessica approached, she could see the disappointment in Kilgraveās glance.Ā The sadness in his eyes.Ā This was a losing battle- but why was he giving up the fight?Ā The man was heartbroken, knowing heād lost his chance with Jessica for good.Ā It made her even more furious.
āHey, asshole,ā she said, squaring her shoulders.Ā Before he could respond, she gripped him by the jaw and lifted him up, just as heād made her do unto others dozens of times before.Ā Jessica could almost recall the smell of the burning oil on the grill at the teppanyaki restaurant in the cold night air.Ā Her fingers squeezed tightly on his neck, the veins in his face turning...purple.
āSmile.ā
With her off hand, Jessica quickly grabbed his skull and snapped his neck with determination, dropping his body to the pavement in a muffled thud of purple suit fabric.Ā The eye sculpture fell from his arms and clattered as the metal hit concrete.Ā A massive shudder ran through the gathered crowd as three hundred people suddenly, slowly regained their faculties.Ā It was like a great sigh was exhaled as people began to come to clarity, seeing themselves in the park, gathered around a dead manās body.
To be sure he was truly dead, Jess knelt down and checked for a pulse.Ā Nothing.Ā For a moment, she imagined this was one of his mind games, maybe a trick he was playing now that she was under his control.Ā But it felt real.Ā Horrifyingly real.
Sirens howled all around the park perimeter as law enforcement arrived, as if they too had been waiting for the spell to break.Ā Jessica wanted so badly to check on Trish, but a gruff voice urged her to stay down.Ā She slowly lifted her hands away from the body, putting them over her head.Ā There was no fight left in her.
Sheād done exactly what she set out to do.Ā So why was she still so afraid?
āYou have the right to remain silent.ā
Her arms were twisted into cuffs and Jessica was pulled upright, led to a police car with flashing lights.Ā She didnāt resist.Ā Ā
She saw detective Knight arrive with another squad, and the woman gave her a disdainful but confused look as Jess was more or less pushed into the back of a vehicle.Ā The dark-haired woman tried to search the crowd for a sign of Kate, Trish, or Peter.Ā Anyone familiar, anyone who could provide a friendly embrace, a reassuring word.Ā Nothing.Ā Just cops moving in to mark the perimeter of the crime scene.Ā There was no way they could reasonably question all these witnesses.Ā And they practically had Jessica dead to rights.
She was tired.Ā Oh, so tired.Ā And so Jess sat in the back of the squad car, hands behind her back, head bowed.Ā She remained silent, all the way back to the precinct.