greatexpectations | (open) elektra natchios (black sky)

Dark eyes lights up immediately the challenge. That is the right question. "I am so glad you asked." She pulls out her phone, swiping casually away as she talks. "You and Russo aren't the only ones I kept an eye on. I had so much time to think while I pulled myself back together." Literally. There's a fun story she's not sharing any time soon. "Just because all my monsters are dead doesn't mean they stopped existing altogether. I started snooping around a few of those files Black Widow leaked and...."

She lands on a picture a creepy middle aged blond man in sunglasses and SHIELD uniform. "Meet Agent Perry of SHIELD. He unsurprisingly turned out to be a double agent for HYDRA. He's quite the character. He's been murdering or raping every woman he can get his hands on since age twelve. Sometimes both. He's been caught a few times too, but never given enough of a sentence to matter." She tsks at that. "HYDRA covered up his true records in exchange for his loyalty and covering up for a few incidents during his time with SHIELD." She smiles cheerfully and lowers her phone. "I'm planning to pay him a visit after you. Our talk will be far less pleasant." Her smile is all teeth. She is truly looking forward to it.

Agent of SHIELD? Without noticing, he stops in his tracks as he hears her words, everything in him clenching. His fists, his teeth, every fibre of him is tight and at attention, bracing for a fight. A Nazi and a rapist? She really has been studying him to know his preferences so well. When she indicates she might go alone, the disappointment in Frank is palpable, likely to them both.

"I need to make a stop first." Since he's assuming he's still invited here. He starts walking again, swiftly now and head down, leading her to his truck a way he knows is poorly lit and without CCTV.

It is hard not to feel a little smug. Elektra can feel his need to handle this. She knows for sure that she has him at least for this. The ex-assassin is at least smart enough to reign in her smile. She walks with a pep in her step, cheerful and unworried about being seen. He wouldn't head a way that didn't lend to privacy. She's too much of a show off to worry about such a thing regardless. "By all means. I can be patient." Especially when she's getting what she wants.

It annoys him that she knew this outcome before she met him, and that he still knows next to nothing about her, but he's better at concealing that as he unlocks the giant black van at the end of the block. As he gets in, he moves a suspicious-looking duffle bag to the back seat so she can get into the passenger's seat and fires it up.

As he's waiting for her, he buckles and pulls out his phone, googling her name. He probably should confirm she is who she says before running off into the night on a murder spree with her, or something. He studies the picture of the supposedly deceased woman on Wikipedia with the one in his car - identical. He throws his phone in the pocket behind the shifter and takes off towards his storage unit.

Elektra tags along without a care in the world about suspicious duffle bags much less the one who owns them. She straps herself in after sneaking a quick look at what he is looking up. Elektra couldn't be any more amused. She's not even sure if it's the timing or that he bothers that gets her. "Did I pass the stranger danger test?" She asks innocently once she's buckled in.

"I'd think a big man like you would be alright if it helps." It actually doesn't, but knowing that is half the fun.

He tools around the corner, too fast to take it in this deathtrap but it hugs the street against all odds anyway. The commentary pulls an involuntary snort from his nose, tempted to look her way but his eyes stay glued to the road even with one hand on the wheel.

"Yeah? Doubt that. You wouldn't come seek me out if you weren't sure you could take me down." She's not the only one with observational skills above average, no matter how dumb he looks.

She looks absolutely delighted by the answer, white teeth flashing at him. "I knew you only looked dumb." Elektra trains her eyes ahead. She actually appreciates his insane (looking) driving. "Unfortunately for you size isn't everything." She props her head against her fist, elbow resting against the door. "You are lucky enough that I don't want you dead even if this doesn't turn out the way I want it to. I despise that sort of behavior. It's how Perry got himself on the chopping block." She points out cheerfully. It's all relevant even if she probably does sound insane. A part of her still wants to be understood even if it comes out a bit manic.

Something flashes in his gaze, visible in the lights reflecting from the streets even without him turning his head. All he does is grubt in acknowledgment though he hates people pointing that out usually. Coming from her, it's different, like she's recognizing a kindred spirit. That's what they are now, isn't it?

"Believe it or not, lady, I knew that." It gets a smile, lopsided and sharp though it is. He drops it as quickly as it flit across his face anyway. What seems like mere seconds later, the van screeches to a halt outside a chained up storage unit and Frank reaches back into that sketchy bag to retrieve a pair of bolt cutters, hopping out without another word, hood up not like it matters. He leaves the engine running and the door wide open.

She takes even those fleeting smiles. Elektra is feeling that kinship. It is a nice little high for her. She watches him disappear, waiting patiently for his return. They'll have to make a stop for her gear too so she has an incentive to play nice here. You know at least until Frank returns.

"Do you always look like a robber?" This is the sketchiest situation ever. She loves it.

He just rolls his eyes and slides through the newly opened fence so he can get to his unit, then hops back out again.

"Come on." What? Did he not mention she's helping him?

She smiles charmingly, eyes batting innocently. What? It's not like she's testing him or something!!! "You don't mind stopping so I can pick up a thing or two, do you? I couldn't be sure you were in until just now."

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