𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋.

“No, you /won’t/. There’s a difference.” A soft sigh passes her lips; she isn’t trying to start an argument with him. “.. I’ll be gone a week. Two, at most.”

“You could come with me. But you won’t.”

“Sometimes… a bullet says more than a courtroom ever could.”

i will speak to you in the language you understand: violence.

Usually when Clint is involved stealth goes out the window and we are shooting our way in.

“… I can’t stay in one place for too long. You know this.”

She turns back to face him, her exhaustion evident on clammy features. “You don’t believe me.”

I loathe firefights, if I have to think about cover fire, suppressing fire. It means I have failed at what I do best. Get in and out unnoticed.

“I’ll come back, Matthew. Don’t worry.”

i’ve loved before. there was turbulence and tragedy. passion and healing. but it always comes back to elektra, her hold on my pounding heart.

Hm?

God, no. … she’s thinking of maybe leaving the city for a while, though.

…… Can’t pinpoint it. She’s just.. unsettled.

Can’t sleep.

Hands rubs over her forehead, sticky sweat on her brow as she watches the city.