#behaviorisms01

“I see that ‘poster boy for mutant inclusion in law enforcement’ thing you had going for you crashed and burned, Agent. The Registration Act lobbyists love you these days, and god knows that’s not a compliment to any of us.”

Will Graham—if he has a real name he doesn’t use it in public—hasn’t been FBI for more than a year, and he’s gone from hero to pariah back to hero and gotten unceremoniously dropped off at cautionary tale. Agent still slides off her smiling lips like a curse as she pours Will a glass of whiskey.

“I’d ask how you found me, but I’ve dealt with telepaths before. You’re subtle, I’ll give you that, but I’ve seen much better.” Mystique crosses long legs, eyeing Graham up and down with her currently-hazel eyes. “So I don’t have to tell you what I’ll do to you if you’re thinking of turning me in, do I?”

Her eyes flash yellow, but her smile doesn’t waver.

punisher max. | ACCEPTING

“ do you think i don’t know what real monsters are? ”

even after however many years graham’s been a pet of the FBI, elektra doesn’t doubt she has insight on real monsters that would still shock him—realities, not case studies, conspiracies far beyond what a regular person might think of as corruption, a body of evidence threaded through her own patchwork of memories. if she told him a fraction of the things she knows, he’d probably be angry, driven to some kind of action. eager to find personal vindication in avenging the suffering of others in a bloody reckoning.

well, she can’t pretend she doesn’t find that sort of thing charming.