#exitwnd

“ would i be asking for too much if i say i wanted both ? ” her voice changes when in his presence. landing notes to that of a babydoll yet lustrous. it was all an act, a part of her motive to get what she wants without the help of her mutation. lips tinted with icy blue gloss plump at the touch of her own neck. a telepaths weakness, amongst other things.

-ˋˏ   ༻❁༺  ˎˊ-   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.   (  accepting   )   | | |   ⤷   :   @exitwnd   +   anyone!

❝    i'm  sorry,  i'm  sorry!  i  didn't  think  —  the  place  looked  empty,  i  didn't  think  anyone  was  here  .  .  .   ❞

loving someone who only wants to change you is exhausting. there is the obvious heartbreak that comes from not be accepted for who you truly are, and then that's followed by the fatigue. matthew tried to mold her like she was clay, like she was a thing to be created rather than a woman to be appreciated. the jury is still out on whether or not elektra has goodness in her, and perhaps it always shall be. perhaps her story is a mystery rather than one that stars a hero. besides, matthew fills that role enough for the both of them.

«  @exitwnd  : you  seem  to  know  what  you're  doing.  /  bucky »

She  always  seemed  to  know  what  she  was  doing.   Even  when  she  didn't  ,  she  never  let  someone  think  she  didn't.         (  natasha  romanoff  thrived  on  that  being  where  she  held  all  the  cards.  )   Remaining  to  seem  like  she  was  three  steps  ahead  of  the  game  ,  ┈┈  well  that  was  all  just  part  of  the  fun  she  had.   With  James  it  was  different  though  ,  almost  like  she  enjoyed  it  when  he  called  her  out.   Or  maybe  she  just  enjoyed  when  he  did  anything.

Not  that  it  really  mattered  to  her  anyways.

❝dirty cops.❞

it’s an inside joke she has with herself that that’s her assumed role of the moment; the halloween nurse costumes disappear off the shelf first. gamers are desperate to drop the sticky remote control so their girlfriends can bend over, no underwear, and pick it up from the carpet lint, hand it over along with a freshly-cracked beer.

the blonde bombshell with a badge and a gun is the second best.

this isn’t her most appealing angle, but she can work with it because changing in front of him is part of her job. the cop whose one-size-fits-all uniform she’s squeezing her ass into is going to wake up zip-tied to the bathroom pipe with a throbbing ambien headache. natasha didn’t check if there was a substance issue history there. she was keeping in character.

❝they’re probably gonna make us.❞

still in her bra, she throws him a pair of cuffs like a good boy-to-be his collar.