Characters: Elektra and Spider-man Setting: New York at night Content: Violence, swearing? Summary: Elektra is out to complete her second job for SHIELD and an annoying hero gets in the way.
Elektra promised to play nice for the party, but this wasn't part of the bargain and she had a job to do. For the moment, she took on the part of assassin for hire once again and donned the sai upon her powerful hips, the metal barely visible beneath her leather outfit and thick trench coat. The job was certainly easier than her other one, for one it was in her own country and for another it was a clean kill. The other one had been messy, but she had completed the contract and Fury had not made any definite distinction as to how it was to be completed anyway. Either that or she was losing her touch, but she preferred to think of it the other way.
Slipping from the shadows, she put on a bright smile, ruby lips smooth and plump in the street light, green eyes forced to be gentle when they were naturally hard as diamonds and just as cold. He liked sluts. Whores. Tonight, she took on the role of one, trying to come on as harmless even if she was anything, but such at the moment. Slender hand touched his shoulder, brushing his neck and he was wrapping a arm around her thin waist, holding her close and smiling brightly as if he had just won a million dollars. Silly boys, they all liked the same thing...fast and easy. They were by the car, the street strangely deserted, but it was close to midnight and anyone that wanted to keep their life would not risk it out here unless they were this fool.
His hands went to her hips, shifting beneath her trench coat, but Elektra pulled back, elbowing him in the face and knocking him to the ground with blood gushing from his nose and staining his white shirt. The sai flipped from her hips and were at his throat in seconds.