ELEKTRA / DAREDEVIL.

“need i remind you that you came to see me. so, i don’t know what you’re playing at, but,” he throws up both hands, “i’m at a loss.”

Matt tried not to let his irritation get to him, but there was something about interacting with another version of Elektra that brought it out. The way her voice lilted, the humming as she spoke, it made his skin crawl. He didn’t have time for this. Didn’t have time to just sit around and wait for her to come back and completely wreck his life again. Two times was more than plenty. And yet, he still needed to know if she was okay. If she was even alive, or if he was just driving himself up a wall for no reason. The confirmation of seeing her as the Sheriff in town did little to calm his nerves when he still hadn’t seen her outside of Connecticut. “I saw her, inside the town. She wasn’t herself.. but I saw her.” Or maybe he’d just seen the woman who’s file matched her description. It still wasn’t proof enough for him to drop things.

walked raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress the smirk and slight snort in amusement at the woman’s words, “affirmative.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier to watch.” Marc wanted to do what he could to help everyone else who didn’t make it out with their memories fully intact, but even all of the sorcerers were grasping at straws. It made him feel helpless. “It’s just.. disappointing, I guess. That more couldn’t be done. That their best wasn’t good enough.”

Maybe it was unprofessional of her, but Daisy didn’t really care much about what anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. thought of her in that moment. In fact, any agent involved with holding her back when she tried to step in from the beginning could go to hell for all she cared. “I’m definitely not going to be jumping in front of any bullets for her.”

“Oh believe me, chica, I have.” Jake chuckled softly to himself as his fingers tapped idly on the steering wheel, the cab smoothly switching lanes so he could turn. “Which only makes me wonder even more why you want so desperately to go there. Willingly, I mean.”

"Yeah, I bet I look real good for my age."

“–– i don’t care what your clearance level is, as of right now, my missions are classified.”

“Sorry.” Marc insisted bluntly, knowing that Elektra of all people wasn’t going to press him on how he felt. “It’s been a nonstop ambush of questions from people all week. Most of the people who got out after me and my wife.. they’re not right.” The spell had been botched last minute, from what he’d heard.

“I know you’re not the same.” He didn’t know how, considering he couldn’t actually see this woman, but he just knew. And yet Matt found that when it came to his Elektra he still didn’t know most things. Like where she was after Pleasant Hill was destroyed, if she was even in there at all.. The memory of her was at the forefront of his mind as he cleared his throat. “You haven’t heard anything about her recently, have you?” If anyone knew, maybe it was a variant of her.

Maybe it was unprofessional of her, but Daisy didn’t really care much about what anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. thought of her in that moment. In fact, any agent involved with holding her back when she tried to step in from the beginning could go to hell for all she cared. “I’m definitely not going to be jumping in front of any bullets for her.”

“You want my two cents? It’s just a different kind of mess everywhere I go. That’s all I’ve got to say.”

“You smell foul. Is that so that predators will think you are dying and diseased so they won’t eat you. That is very wise.”

“There is effort involved in seeing possible futures. It requires concentration. If you assumed that it comes easily or freely, that’s your own fault.”

“Oh yeah? Where you from, then?” Marc didn’t automatically tell her his answer, mostly because he always fumbled to say London instead of Chicago and it always turned into a whole thing. If he had to guess based on her accent, he’d say Greek.

“No, I’m not talkin’ about that.” The last word was so pronounced with his accent that he may as well have said it with a ‘d’. And by that, Marc meant Pleasant Hill. Thankfully he’d avoided the mandatory evaluations thus far, and it would stay that way. There was no way in hell he was sitting in front of a therapist. “Anything else on your mind? Literally anything else.”