|the purple man (kilgrav) wrote in avengers_logs,|
@ 2018-04-02 12:44:00
Kilgrave wasn’t a fan of this vigilante hero life. Terrible things happened every day, every hour in Hell’s Kitchen. What was the point of him stopping petty crimes when another one would spring up in its place? That was something for the other heroes to do. They could risk their lives as much as they liked, but Kilgrave was much more attached to self-preservation than that. He would help of course – if convenient.
That was why Kilgrave hadn’t made any notable changes to his grandiose lifestyle. He did make attempts at dampening his temper when things didn’t quite go his way. The point was not to harm anyone unnecessary now, and to use his ability for good. He was still working on defining those terms, but he did follow the idea as some vague moral guide.
It was all rather frustrating, if he were honest with himself. He could only get away with so much without Jessica’s insistent scowl coming to mind. There was no off switch for his power. It was constant. It was part of him. He occasionally thought he was going to lose his mind attempting to be normal. Another day without truly exercising his powers could soon push him towards forgetting the rulebook entirely.
But that day was not today. Fortunately, he came across a gun fight.
Down an alleyway was a tall man with a case in one hand and a gun in the other. Another man, fit and bearded, held his gun to a struggling hostage who was slowly turning a pale blue.
If it were up to Kilgrave, he would have simply let them go about their business. He didn’t care what criminals did. But Jessica cared, and that was the only reason he bothered to stop.
He watched a moment longer, hands in his pockets. They were shouting about a deal gone sour, and wasn’t that the most predictable, boring thing? Criminals really needed to be smarter about their crime – not that Kilgrave was going to offer any advice.
He stepped forward reluctantly, the distance close enough for each of them to pick up the sound.
The men froze, turning to look at him. Kilgrave let out a sigh of mixed emotions. The stage was his now.
“Nobody shoot. Nobody speak. You – drop the boy. He’s blue.”
The hostage fell to the ground, gasping and coughing between breaths. The man that held him, the one with the beard, looked faintly shook. Kilgrave went to him first, inspecting his appearance as he folded his arms across his chest.
“You’re very stupid, you know,” he said conversationally. “You couldn’t even be bothered to do this away from foot traffic. Put your gun away.”
The man’s eyes widened before he stowed the pistol out of sight. Kilgrave tapped his arm, debating his next words. What would Jessica do?
“Go to the police. Tell them about whatever criminal activity you’ve done, and do not mention me. Go now."
Without delaying a second longer, the man began to make his way towards the police station. Kilgrave turned on his heel to walk to the second man involved. That seemed to be the right thing. He smiled at the thought.
“There it is! Proof I can be a hero. You don’t care, do you?” He raised his eyebrow. “Tell me, do you want to kill that man?”
Kilgrave paused a moment, interest piqued. He could spare a moment to hear the story. “Go on.”
There was a brief pause, and in a swift motion the man had turned his gun on the retreating figure in the distance. There was a loud bang, and instantly the body across from them had crumpled.
Kilgrave grimaced as if he had broken an eggshell into batter.
“Well,” he started, eyes on the fallen man. “That wasn’t what I intended, but I suppose that’s alright. Congratulations, you’ve won. Report this to the police, and do not mention me. That goes for both of you,” he added, sparing a glance at the hostage. “Take the boy with you. Don’t shoot anyone else tonight.”
The young man on the ground had managed to catch his breath and stood shakily, coming over to join them.
Kilgrave turned in the opposite direction and began to walk. Someone would be here soon to check the body, and Kilgrave was not in the mood to order so many police officers to leave him and wander off to purchase donuts.
While the interaction hadn’t gone according to plan, at least he done something. Patsy might have spat at him to hear the story, but he paid that no mind. Jessica operated in shades of grey. He could spin this in the right direction to earn her approval.
Another day of playing normal was ahead of him. But for tonight, he was quite proud to think his ability had been a tool for justice… or something.
Perhaps he could do this after all.