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At first, he thought he had just gotten lucky. He had found another poor mutant soul that had no place in the world. Those were his favorites, being able to bring them some new purpose, no matter how much they didn’t want it. He saw her eyes glow deep red, and was reminded of the boy who had lasers for eyes. It certainly was a nice touch, until no response came from her, something that was like an alarm going off in his head. 

His eyes narrowed, waiting for any sort of answer, skeptical in all belief now that this was another being who was immune to his power, soemthing he surely despised. Then, she spoke, making him face his most irrational of fears. “Kilgrave. My name is Kilgrave” He snarled out. “And you’ve no right to know who I am. Tell. me. your. name.” Kilgrave spat back.

Tell me your name. 

It wasn’t a question, it was a command. She could feel the pull in his voice. Were he speaking to anyone else, she was sure they would be inclined to answer exactly as he desired. Instead, with eyes glowing red, she met his gaze and breached his mind. This was who had Scott Summers in such turmoil. She remembered the fear in his voice. He’s very persuasive. The Purple Man. Kilgrave. Kevin Thompson. And now he wanted to use her as one of his toys? He truly was dense. Wanda Maximoff was no one’s toy.

“Your party trick won’t work on me, Kevin. How dare you command me? You clearly have no idea with whom you speak.”

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“That’s because I’m not just another face in the crowd.” He replied eagerly, though, unsure as to what this man was getting to. It seemed rather odd that they fate wanted them to meet, but, then again, he held his own tricks up his sleeves. “A king perchance?” He asked diligently. “I too am a king of my own sorts, I suppose.” He grinned wickedly. “I don’t stoop down so low frankly because I have somebody do that for me.” He started before eyeing a passing stranger. Quickly, he pointed to them and commanded, “You there, stop walking, freeze in place.” He muttered out, watching as the man’s attention was caught off guard, until he held his walking stance with one foot in front of the other. “Need anymore proof?”

“Hmm.” Loki raised an eyebrow. This mortal was interesting indeed, and someone who could potentially merit further study. “Perhaps not. You do speak as though you do not belong with the rest of the faceless crowd.” Indeed the man seemed astonishingly perceptive, almost too much for a mortal–if that was what he truly was. “Quite so.” Loki inclined his head slightly. “One cannot help but display one’s superiority among those who are his inferiors.” He smiled, suspecting that the man also thought himself above others, judging by the way he talked. Still, how could a mortal’s thoughts of superiority compare to a god’s? “And just where do you belong? Do you fancy yourself higher on the pecking order of Midgard? Humans are so apt to quarrel with each other over nothing. Yet you sound as though you do not stoop to such petty squabbles…do you?”

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“Atta girl.” Kilgrave replied cheesily before locking his attention back to Winnie’s. “Perhaps, now we can have a proper conversation, without the rude interruptions.” He rolled his eyes staggery and added, “Join me.” He patted the seat next to him. “Sit down, stay a while. Let’s chat.” Kilgrave was in a whimsical enough mood to make new friends, especially pretty young things such as Winnie herself. There never seemed to be enough of those to come around anyways. “Are you from around this time?” He asked carefully.

“Yeah mate, you really know nothing about mothers, do ya?” she raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the man. Mothers were scary creatures when their children were messed with, and she was getting…strange vibes from the other person. Maybe she was just being paranoid (being sent to another decade out of the blue did that to a person) but something wasn’t quite right. 

Scout sent a wide eyed look to her mother, but felt her feet moving before she could even attempt to fight back. Her eyes lock with her mothers’ whose are full of concern and slight panic, but the girl attempts to flash her mom a brave smile, “I’m sleepy mama, ‘M gonna sit.” 

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Returning back to the current times, Kilgrave didn't think about how the future was altered. It was a nice place to be in by all means, after surviving the atrocious attire of the 70's. It was odd, being in America though, which was to say something as he had only been a child living through the 1970's, not really fully understand the entire impact the decade had. Immersing himself into the culture was a bit of fun, and with his ability, it seemed like nothing stopped him. Nevertheless, 2016 was nothing to blink an eye at either. This was the day and age to be alive, and Kilgrave knew just what he wanted to get up to next. It was just too much fun holding onto the very destruction on people's lives. 

Looking around the area, he had his eyes set out on a brunette woman, a vicious grin played across his face before quickly approaching her. She looked innocent enough, but he didn't realize how wrong he was. "You'll do very nicely." He commented as he walked beside her. "Tell me your name."

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“Scout and Winnie, how lovely!” He replied so enthusiastically, though it was more or less of a sham. Grinning from ear-to-ear, Kilgrave only lifted a brow at who he assumed was Winnie, the mother of the small girl, still impressed as ever. “Oh, I’m sure that’ll be no problem with me. I could get her to do anything I wanted.” He tilted his head back. “And there isn’t much you can do about that.”

Kilgrave stared at the woman before letting his words come out in a soft voice. “You guys sound like a real treat, I must say.” Narrowing his eyes, he only tapped his chin before glancing to the small girl. “How about you leave the grownups to talk-” He uttered, “Go sit on that bench until I say otherwise.” He pointed over to the empty bench with a quick smile.

Scout’s eyebrow’s furrowed, as she did what he asked “Scout and Winnie.” she replied automatically, eyes widening as she didn’t even hesitate. She hadn’t wanted to tell him their names though?  Something was wrong, and so the girl immediately took her mother’s hand, her ‘tell’ that she was scared and didn’t want to admit it. 

“Oi, the only person who get’s to tell my daughter what to do is me, and even then it’s a miracle if she actually listens.” WInnie’s voice trailed off as Scout actually OBEYED the man’s instructions. She never thought she would see the day. “What’s your name then, since you’ve now got ours.”

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“Well, actually, it may seem like your lucky day after all since I’m seemingly sparing you from ridicule.” Kilgrave responded mercilessly. “Actually, let’s start with a smile then, since you seem to love it so much.” He quickly interjected. “I try to avoid the giant robots at all cost, seeing that they aren’t doing me any good.”

“Two compliments in a row? It’s my lucky day,” he returned, not sarcastically. “I was thinkin’ more along the lines of groovy. People sure don’t smile like this in the future – suppose it makes sense with all the giant robots running around.” 

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“You’re quite welcome.” He charmingly replied with his own sly smirk, eyeing the brunette with a short lick of lips before spotting the child. “Take a quick twirl for me.” Kilgrave commanded with a motioning of his finger. “And tell me your names.” 

“…Thank you?” came her hesitant reply, looking down at the outdated clothing she had stolen BORROWED from a Goodwill. She did what it took to survive, and survival meant blending in. 

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Kilgrave had such an insight, he felt almost overwhelmed by the man’s lack of filter on his own words, something that was huge coming from himself. It was nice though, in a peculiar way. Kilgrave was not used to this sort of feeling, as if they were perhaps treading on the side of being equals. At least, that’s what it felt like. “I must stop you right there, and tell you that perhaps we don’t come from too different of places, as I believe that there’s nothing stupider than a normal human being just sitting by and doing nothing.” He stared back at his words, trying to hide a scoff before letting him in on what he knew. “Poor lost soul, perhaps, but you hold yourself too highly. You already know where you belong in this world, as do I.”

“Yes, I would certainly call this a backward realm, populated by lackwits…and those who are are too ignorant to look for a better place.” Loki said, giving the man a rather pointed look. Having initially thought him to be as simple as the rest of his race, he was mildly intrigued to hear him ask such a pointed question. However, that did not mean he was going to treat the mortal any more respectfully, nor did it mean Loki had to answer his question. He returned the malicious smile, not about to acquiesce. “Whyever would you think that? I am just another poor lost soul, trying to find my place in this strange new time. Is that not what you are?”

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Kilgrave: Oh, that’s Hank. Say hi, Hank. Hank: Hi Hank. Kilgrave: Sorry, sometimes I slip.

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“Interesting outlook on life.” He noted with his sly smirk slowly appearing across his face. “It does give off quite the sensation, doesn’t it. Something about it is so...powerful.”

“I’ll take what compliment I can get from ya, pal.” He tilted his head to the side. “Maybe it’s the strange sorta vibe the city gives off – rebellion and all that.” 

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“Backward realm?” Kilgrave immediately held his sight onto the man with a look of intrigue, something that rarely caught his attention. “It’s not everyday you get to travel back in time,” He started back up with a wicked grin, before adding, “Unless, of course you somehow hold more power than you’re letting on.” 

“Well, I happen to possess a natural talent to blend in if I so choose, but I take no pride in doing so on this backward realm. You, however, seem to be quite pleased with being a part of it. But if you wish to revel in your mediocrity, don’t let me stop you.”

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“Oh, bollocks! Plenty of tech to be messed with. We’re in an era where technology is revolutionizing. Maybe not in ways we’ve come to love and understand, but surely there’s something out there.” He grinned back sheepishly. “Definitely awesome music though.”

“Not a fan of the 70′s, too low-tech around here, but awesome music.”

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“The 70′s suit you...Not as well as it does for me, but, we can’t all win.”

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“Of course you could find them, and yes, I know how fragile the mind can be. How do you think i got these abilities in the first place.” He stared over at the girl. “Did you not go deep enough inside my most inner thoughts to gather that the true danger is the experimentation that led me here.” His grin was devilish, but he still didn’t know what this young woman’s game plan was, which was quite difficult to obtain too. “Leave then.” He muttered back. “But this won’t be the last time we see each other Jean Grey.” He shook his head, still smiling back. “You can count on that.”

“I’ve felt the corners of your thoughts, Kevin, and I could easily find them again – follow them across the city, reach into them, and snap you in two. Certainly, you must realize how fragile the human mind is. I don’t have to harm a single hair on your head to deal with you.” The longer she spent in his presence, the sicker she felt. She glanced toward the exit, afraid of what she would do if she remained. ( That dark thing inside of her whispered to pull apart his atoms and see what evil made him up. ) “Before you consider harming any individuals within this building, you should be aware that my powers extend to them. As quickly as you attempt to control them, I can put both you and them to sleep with a thought. I suggest we part ways before it comes to that, Kilgrave – and do recall what I’ve said.” 

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As the patrons were startled at the young man’s warning, Kilgrave, though remarkably impressed, scowled nonetheless. Rolling his eyes at his attempt, the man in purple only sat back and relaxed as the sunglasses were lifted in order to reveal the nearly blinding red beam the destroyed the wall in a mere second. His grumpy frown lifted immediately out of pure curiosity. “Oh my...” Kilgrave commented quickly as he looked back to the young man. “Scott, you said your name was?” He asked back, holding out his hand. “Shake my hand, because we will be in touch very soon, you have my word on that.”

He doesn’t physically grimace at the command, but he certainly wants to. However despite his hesitation, he’s unable to disobey, and raises his sunglasses. “MOVE!!” He bellows, startling the few patrons in the cafe into moving out of his way (and therefore providing them with as much protection as he can) before he opens his eyes for as short a time as possible. It’s long enough, though, and there’s a violent blast, resulting in a large, crumbling hole. He sits back, waiting for an opportunity to run and escape this man.

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“I suppose that’s something of a compliment, which, I frankly didn’t know you had in you.” He slyly commented with a smirk of his own. It seemed valid enough, but he didn’t know what sort of business she dealt with on a daily basis. It seemed that she certainly had her fair share of things handled though, and that was always something Kilgrave could use to his advantage, if approached the right way of course.

“Well, doesn’t every Queen need an equally formidable King at her side. I was only thinking of the greater good everyone could receive with us at the helm of the ship.” He stood in front of the dressing room, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the attendant practically wait on Emma’s every order like a sad helpless servant, something he so admired Emma for doing.

“I’m not saying you’re incapable, but, surely you must be interested in the sort of power we could have together.” He suggested before the curtain opened and he was staring into an appeasing amount of cleavage that was pushed between the opening of the vest. “You do look daring, I must say. The diamond form was a bit too much for me, but I can see how it could come in handy.”

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“It’s not being a mindless drone you twit.” He called out, holding his hand over his nose. “It’s playing it smart. They all get their minds back sooner or later, along with their free will. But, it’s people like you that they’ve got worry about. You hurt me, they hurt themselves.” He shrugged off like it was nothing. “Security measure.” He blinked back with a short, but hurt grin. “Of course I know why you did that, but, do you know what they will do if you touch me again?”

Clint’s eyes darted around the small group of people that had suddenly gotten up when he punched Kilgrave, he could get away if they were going to attack. “So this is what you do? Talk people into being mindless drones for you?” He rolled his eyes at his question. “You know why I did that.”