#elxktra

The Widow stare down the assassin now sitting on her couch, bleeding. Bullet wound. She'd survive though, no doubt. It was just that for a while, she'd need shelter. Natasha eyed her up and down and she sighed, tossing Elektra a cloth. "I told you not to underestimate Veselov." Beneath her breath, she made several accusations in Russian and went to look for her special first aid kit. At least she was prepared for these circumstances, several pillows and blankets stacked up on the floor by the sofa. "I'll give you a day to find yourself back up and get out of here. Now move your hand and let me see that wound."

"If this is about Murdock, don’t even bother."