#crossworldsrp

     “Nasty entrance,” she breathes through the compliment with a little difficulty, the adrenaline starting to wear off and the ache of injuries settling in. Elektra can feel her heartbeat in her knuckles. There’s sharp pain like a knife in her ribs with every inhale, which a glance finds to be from shuriken stuck inches into her side. Well, makes sense. Warm blood trickles down from it and throbbing from two more star bites has started up in her thigh. Reminders to be quicker next time. Swarms are fun, until they’re not. She eyes the splintered ash-design left on the ground by Thor’s impact, then feigns a levity she doesn’t really feel when looking over at him. “Not secretly been a healer all this time, have you? All lightening, and muscle?”

“And you think I’m falling for that because?”

     She drops down on the flank side of the scuffle he’s got going on— three on one, a couple victims besides, not normally something he couldn’t handle— gets a grip into the nearest, and practically body slams its ugly ass into the side of a dumpster. These aren’t the lightening fast ones, luckily, but they do have skin like an alligator’s hide, the weak points on the body not quite so weak. “Hey Daredevil,” There’s a slight mocking edge to her way of greeting. One vamp turns to see who joined the party and she fan kicks him in his bumpy face, getting an Ow, man as he stumbles back a pace. Elektra smirks, just kind of playing at the moment. Maybe Matt would’ve been fine in the end, actually, but she could use a fight to clear her mind. “Any crosses? Holy water?” The latter is unlikely, she knows. Poking fun at him a little comes too easy, especially when he’s running about as the Devil.

Queue the bang bang bang on Bruce’s fire escape window, “Faith, it’s me.” Buffy waits a couple seconds for an answer before knocking again, “Faith…” She presses her hands up against the glass, face scrunched up in concentration as she attempts to see through the gaps in the blinds like some kind of peeping Tom. Wait a second… “You know I can see you, right?”

She knew a visit from an Avenger other than the one she intended to grow old with was due soon, but that didn’t mean she had to be overly accommodating of it. She could compromise for Steve or Clint, but today wasn’t a Stark day, “So…” Wanda’s behind the counter now. She finishes stirring her tea with the teaspoon before glancing up at Steve, her smile minimal but containing a small joke in it, “What took you so long?”

“Vis tells me you’re somewhat of an expert on the field. The more girl power the better I say.”