Unpredictable || Kilgrave

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The black clouds were massing above, hiding the afternoon sun as they dominated the sky.

Her lips formed into a frown, suddenly glad she kept an adjustable umbrella in her bag, which she now took out.

Just in time as the rain fell, staining the street dark in seconds.

Her black gloved hand clutched the umbrella's handle tighter, the other hand wrapping her black coat tighter around her figure as she plodded onwards. Black boots tossing up water with every step.

Checking her watch, she estimated she was about five minutes from home when she saw a tall figure slightly obscured by the rain.

It was clearly a man, clad in a drenched dark suit. Brown hair matted to his forehead, eyes dark as he stared out in the empty street, hands deep in his pockets.

Normally anyone else would continue on walking, but always being kind-hearted, she stopped.

"Excuse me, sir?"

The man blinked and shook his head as if waking up from a daze. Turning his head her way, his eyes narrowed. "Yes, what do you want?" He snapped.

She bit her lip. "I was going to ask if you need an umbrella, because it's clearly pouring."

He sighed. "So it seems."

"So, umbrella?"

"Yes, yes, I'll take it."

Holding out her own umbrella, the rain now hitting her, the man seemed to rethink his answer.

"Why are you giving your only source of protection from the rain to me?" He asked suspiciously.

"Why so suspicious?" Came her curious reply before answering it herself. "It's kindness. My mum would drill it in my head for hours on manners, etiquette, and politeness. If I hadn't offered you this umbrella, I wouldn't be honoring her memory."

He appeared to be dumbfounded. "But.. you don't recognize me?"

"Are you a serial killer?"

"No.."

"Thief?"

"No."

"Working for the government as a spy?"

"What?"

"Joking." She laughed. "So if we can't decide who gets the umbrella, how about we compromise? My home is a few minutes away, so if you walk me there, you can keep this fabulous umbrella."

"Alright." He agreed cautiously.

Being the nice one, she held up the umbrella for them both, but being short and him being tall wasn't working. So after a moment, he took the umbrella from her to hold up.

Not one for silence, she crossed her arms for warmth against the cold autumn air as they walked on. "So, stranger. Are you afraid of women?"

"What would make you ask a question such as that?"

"Your hesitation. Suspicion." She listed. "And cautiousness."

"It's simply because you are different from anybody I've ever met." Was his blunt but truthful response.

"Good different or bad different?"

"Just different."

He let her ponder over that for the remainder of the walk, standing with the umbrella over his head as she unlocked her apartment's door and put her hand on the knob. Reluctant to open it fully just yet.

Turning around, she eyed his tall frame. "So we're past acquaintances now, any chance I could get a name..?"

Hesitating, he decided against his usual identity, feeling as if he wanted to avoid it for now. "Kevin Thompson."

She put a hand to her chest. "Elizabeth Bradley." A pause as she opened the door slowly, gaze still on him. "It was nice to meet you, Kevin. I hope to see you around."

"We shall see."

Then before she could embarrass herself, she rushed into her apartment and over to the nearest window.

Just catching sight of him as he disappeared into the rain, the storm continuing on far into the evening.