Control (Kilgrave x reader)

Follow Me.

My body shot up when a horn blared on the streets beneath me. A string of expletives followed. Just a normal morning for the New York commuters.  My eyes darted about, slowly piecing together the event of the previous night.  Maybe it would be wise to leave the city, even if for a little while. I stood up, still feeling sore from the night before. That was the most healing I had done in quite some time.  It was then I noticed the numerous text messages on my phone. Friends, even employees, were asking where I was.  I read through them finding an unknown number as the most recent on the list.  I deleted it without reading it.  A few wondered where I was. I didn't open the shop, but one of my employees had access to a key to open the shop. I texted them and asked them to do so.  My eyes closed, as I focused on the living room of my apartment.  I flickered off the rooftop and returned to my apartment.  My body eagerly fell into the couch with a sigh. I extended my arms to rest on the back of the couch. What had I gotten involved in?  Maybe if I hid around the house for a few days he'd forget about me. My hand rubbed my forehead as I gave a groan.  He wouldn't just forget about me.  Maybe I wasn't a priority, but he'd be back.  Making a move to leave town today felt too risky.

"What a pain," I sighed to myself, "I never thought that kid would end up living near me.  Guess he's not really a kid anymore."

A knock at the door started my thoughts.  I sat up nervously.  My hands were shaking.  The knock happened again.  I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife before walking to the door. Through the peephole I saw one of my employees standing at the door.  This wasn't uncommon since I lived over the cafe.  I settle knife down on a table behind the door. My hand turned the lock, but left the chain lock in place.

"Hey,  ____, are you alright? It's not like you not to call if you're sick or something."  My eyes darted to the space behind them. He turned his head and looked back at me. "Did something happen last night?"

"I'd rather not talk about it.  Listen, if anyone comes looking for me can you just-"

"Did you kill someone?!"

"What? Heavens no! I just...there used to be this guy that followed me around."

"A stalker?"

"Sort of. But I'm just a little creeped out."

"Should we call the-"

"No.  No. I just need to take some time off. It really shook me up."

"I'll bring up some tea later.  Just take it easy. The shop is in good hands."

"I know. Hey, if anyone comes asking for me, can you tell them I went out of town?"

"You got it, boss.  Glad to see you're alright."

He turned and headed down the stairs. I shut the door and locked it. My body leaned against the door. Kilgrave seemed to be resourceful, but it would be surprising for him to find me that quickly.  I needed to relax. I went into the bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom.  A warm shower eased the tensioning my body. But I couldn't get my mind off Kilgrave.  Of all the places in the world why did he end up here?  Wonder what about that Jessica chick caught his attention so much. Clearly, he wasn't used to hearing no often.  My face twisted into a scowl.  If I wanted to level the playing field, I'd be better off delving into his past.  My head shook to the side.

"Why am I so worried?  There's nothing special about him. I ignored his command before. I'm sure I can do it again."

I stepped out of the shower, drying off quickly. A pair of comfy pants and a shirt covered my damp skin.  I examined my skin that looked as though nothing had happened.  That much healing was exhausting.  I headed to the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal.  The bowl set down on the coffee table by the couch. My body flopped onto the couch as I pulled a blanket over me. I grabbed the cereal, kicked my feet up, and turned the television on. Even that couldn't distract me from last night's events.  I finished my food and set the bowl on the coffee table.  My body sunk into the couch, my eyes growing heavy as I looked around my apartment.  Every passing thought scolded me for helping him.  It wasn't long before I found sleep.  I was still exhausted from the injuries I received last night.
 
     
It was nearly a week before I returned to my normal routine.  I felt confident that madman was off my tail.  I went down to the shop for the first time.  My regulars joked about my absence.  I smiled, even laughed, at some of their assumptions.  Little did they know a monster lurked in this city.  But I'd humor their ignorance with some far fetched story. I carried a pot of coffee over to a table by the window. As I poured the coffee, I looked up.  Time froze around me.  My grasp on the handle shook.  From the back he looked just like him. But how many men in this city would fit that profile?  He turned to look in the shop.  I felt a sudden relief as he was not who I feared he was.

"Hey, ____," an employee called to me. Their voice breaking my petrification to the spot I was in. "Can you refill table twelve for me?"

"Yeah, sure."

I walked over to the table, forcing a smile.  I poured the coffee and went about my day. Maybe I was over thinking things.  Sure he was probably ticked off. But why would he waste his time looking for me?  I left with a poorly made excuse about not feeling well.  I headed back up to my apartment.  Someone else was closing the shop tonight anyway.  Every stair brought anxiety into my body. The tightness in my chest increasing exponentially with every step.  I stood by the door for a moment.  It took a moment before my key slid into the door, the handle turned revealing no one in my room. I hurried in and slammed the door shut behind me. My body rushed toward the bookshelf where I kept my liquor.  I poured a drink with shaky hands, but everything was fine. I was over thinking.  The liquid rushed down my throat as I heaved a sigh of relief.   My body slumped into the couch.  I held tightly to the glass, sinking deeply into the cushions.

"What a long day," I sighed, "am I over thinking all of this?"  I poured another drink into my glass.  "That nut bag is gone, I'm safe here.  And I have powers, I can fight him off," I sighed, knowing I was weak against him, "at least I can run."

A sudden crash erupted beneath me.  My body tensed up. It is just a cup falling over, I tried to convince myself.  It was anything.  But hushed words implied otherwise. My hand grabbed the phone, dialing 911, but waiting to place the call.  Steady footsteps climbed the stairs as anxiety imposed itself upon me.  No matter how much I told myself to leave, I wouldn't.  Because what if my employees were in trouble? My hand slammed the cup onto the empty bookcase it resided upon.  The handle to my door jiggled. I held my breath as an employee begged to me.

"I cut myself on something, please help me,  ____," he pleaded.

"Can't you just use the first aid kit?" I hoped the answer was yes.

"No, please." He paused, "I'm bleeding."

"Idiot," I hummed to myself.

My hand reached for the door. I looked through the keyhole to see my employee there.  As soon as the door opened a shock ran through my body.  My eyes rolled back as I fell hard against the ground.