Elektra moved, elegantly and slow like a tiger hunched among the grasses in a sea of antilope. The alley had left her shaken and she moved through through the crowd, settling on the chair in the cafe again. There was no sign she had done the deed, mostly because she hadn't. A knock to the head and the man was on the ground, left unconscious and she was stumbling back down the alley into the streets.
Her hands fell around the cup of coffee, but she didn't drink it. Since Tony Stark had found her in the hotel, the job was unpleasent. It left her with a nasty taste in her mouth. Death no longer worked for her...but being a vixen in red saving the lives of these pathetic people wasn't thrilling. She could go back to work with SHIELD again, but would Fury take her back? She had betrayed her agreement when she had Tony captured again...but she had saved him, so that counted for something right?