recklessthings | 🔎 jessica jones | marvel cinematic universe

[Kilgrave is always going to dig a little deeper. Tighten the noose a little more, dig in those hooks a little harder. It's a risk she takes every day, but sometimes she just can't stop herself and Clint is one of those things that she can't stop herself for. And now she's staring down Kilgrave'd boyfriend with an arrow on her and she's got her hands in the air.]

This isn't the way this is going to go down. Not again.

[ Clint often forgets that he's human. When you're surrounded by people that can do extraordinary things you often forget that you can't take bullets. You can't fall off buildings. You can't beat a mind controlling sicko with your bow and arrow. Clint forgets these things. He puts himself on the line over and over. Taking chances with his very mortal existence. Something that sometimes Natasha takes issue with, but she's never afraid to follow him down the rabbit hole to Hell.

Right now Jessica still means everything to him. That was erased. What was written inside of him though was that he had to stop her. He had to put an end to her. Kilgrave said that. Kill Jessica. Which is exactly why he's got his bow drawn and his grip tight. Because logically he knows he would never kill her, but he's been told to. He's obeying the command. ]

You coulda stayed away.

[ Which is like asking a fish to stay outta the water. Not possible. Clint promised himself he'd never wind up out of control again. Promised he'd never be in that position again after Loki. He should have been prepared. Should have been ready. ]

Yeah, like that was going to happen.

[They both know better than that. She won't even bother to tell him that he could have stayed away too.]

You don't have to do this.

[ Kill Jessica. Kill Jessica. Kill Jessica.

It's a mantra in Clint's head. It's on repeat right now. The longer he looks into her eyes the more it hurts. She knows more than anyone that resisting Kilgrave is impossible. Not possible. Say no? Never going to happen. ]

Why didn't you just stay away? [ The emotion and the frustration drips off Clint in waves. His grip tightens and his shaky hold on the bow increases. But Clint won't miss. He never misses.

He never told Clint he had to kill her immediately. Just kill Jessca. ] You were supposed to stay away.

I can't run from this anymore. He needs to be stopped, and ... if I have to go through you to do it, I will.

[It's a bluff, but not a sure one. She is determined to see this through and stop Kilgrave but she doesn't want to have to hurt Clint - and she will. Whether he hits her or not.]

[ The bow shakes in his grip. Beads of sweat wind down his face. Though he's unsure what's sweat and what might be a tear. Because he doesn't want this. He can't disobey though. He physically can't. ]

Please, Jessica. [ His voice shakes. ] Just turn around.

Nope.

[She takes another step forward, slowly, cautiously, before keeping her eyes on Clint.]

What were the orders?

[this is a blatant cop out because the narration really wants them to fight but, for the life of her, cannot come up with a good starter]

[ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Clint can't handle this. Can't stand it. He's close to letting the string go. To letting the arrow fly right at her. ]

Kill Jessica.

[She walks into the station, expecting the police to greet her with bullets and batons, but in the end there's only a man in red leather, armor covering his eyes. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Claire.

She asked her not to call, and she called. And she already knows that this is going to hurt. Her hands curl into fists for a moment, before she steps forward, ready for whatever's going to come at her.]

So. You're gonna play Kilgrave's human shield? I gotta give him points - this wasn't what I was expecting.

[She purses her lips.]

Leave it to him to finally learn how to get to the point.

[She rolls her shoulders and shakes her head.]

Alright. Time to do this the hard way.

[And with that, she's going to run right at him.]

Not human shield.

[he's here to incapacitate her. Kilgrave told him to bring her to him alive, and that's what he's planning on doing, as much as he really doesn't want to. he doesn't want to be here. he doesn't want to be doing this. he can't stop himself. at least he didn't ask him to kill her, thank God. thank God. that would be worse]

[but at any rate, with a shuddering breath, he reaches for his batons. an odd moment of pause follows, when he has them in hand (he's feeling out the room with his senses, judging distance, placement of things around them), and then he tosses one in her direction. it'll be an easy dodge, but he's not aiming for her. he's planning on ricocheting the stick off the wall and into her head from behind]

[and if we're rolling for this because IDEK anymore ... 19]

[The baton grazes her as it ricochets around again, and she winces as it collides (18), but she's not going to let it get to her. If all he's going to do is bruise her, then she can live with that. She just doesn't want to have to kill him.]

So what did he say?

[Matt takes a handful of steps forward, throwing the other baton (10). whether or not it connects, he doesn't stop, he just keeps stalking towards her. he'd rather do this with his fists, anyway]

I'm supposed to bring you in. [a beat] He didn't tell me what condition you were supposed to be in, though. [and he plans on capitalizing on that. he's pretty sure she won't go down unless he puts her down, but he won't leave her eating her dinner through a straw if he can help it]

[That one she dodges easily (19), and she stands her ground, picking apart the words in her head. Being taken to Kilgrave is what she wants, and she knows that she could probably get to it easily by surrendering now, but that would likely give the gambit away. She's not really one for overplaying her hand right now.]

Guess I better make this look good, then.

[And once he's close enough she'll immediately throw out a punch at about half-strength - she doesn't want to cause him permanent damage either (1). Though really it just looks like she isn't even trying.]

[he feels it coming -- or at least expects it. either way, he brings up an arm to catch hers, to keep the hit from connecting by sweeping it out of the way (16) and then throws a punch of his own, with his other hand, aimed for her ribs (9). he doesn't say anything. turns out the Devil of Hell's Kitchen isn't a big talker]

[It's cool. She's not really a big talker when it comes to punching things, either. She comes up to try and block the punch, but it just slips past her (5), catching her hard, but not hard enough. She knows she's going to need to provoke him more to make this look good, and her usual method of just throwing people around probably isn't going to cut it.

Unfortunately, that's the way she knows how to fight, so she's just going to keep on swinging once at his head (19), and again with a solid knee to the stomach (19).]

[the force of the first hit is enough to send his head snapping to one side with a grunt (5). he seems to get a sense that she's going to follow up on that, however, and so he turns to one side, putting his shoulder to her, letting that knee hit empty space where he was standing (20). he shifts back, throwing a cross hook with his other hand as he does so (12)]

[The cross-hook hits hard (5), and she stumbles back a bit, one hand coming up to brush at the corner of the mouth. She's starting to get mad, but she knows that Daredevil doesn't deserve her ire here. She just needs to get him to take her to Kilgrave.

She lashes out again, swinging close for what's hopefully a hard hit (11) and another one that swings wide that likely won't hit (2).]

[the first swing does hit home and just as hard as she hoped (6). he half-curls in on himself as a result, as a reflex that becomes a reaction, a duck, as she takes another swing at him, letting it pass overhead harmlessly (11). when he rights himself fully, he bares his teeth and then drops fluidly into a crouch, kicking out one foot, hoping to take her feet out from under her (14). if she's on her back, it'll make it that much harder for him to punch him, he figures]

[That would be the theory, yes. She goes down hard, landing on her back with a groan as she tries to catch the wind that seems to have been ripped from her (4). It takes her a moment to try and regain herself, and while she can't punch him, she will take advantage of her position and pump her legs up until his stomach so that she can shove him back and get to her feet (13).]

[he figures she's not just going to sit there while he rains a flurry of kicks down on him, and so, unfortunately for Jessica, he knows the kick is coming. he catches her feet (18) and shoves them aside, then takes a step to one side, practically fluid, to aim a kick of his own at her ribs (17)]

[She uses that momentum to try and roll away but she doesn't get far enough to miss the first kick (15), catching her just under her ribs and giving her enough force to get the rest of the way, even if it hurts. She grits her teeth as she starts to push up onto her feet again and makes a fist again.]

You really sure about this? Cuz I can do this all day.

So could I. [even if he doesn't want to] You could always do us both a favor and stand down. [he's not sure that would make any of this any better, honestly, but at least he could stop beating the shit out of her if she surrendered]

🔎 jessica jones | marvel cinematic universe

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