#hand!elektra

[gloriousxdarkness]

This place is made up of clean lines, stainless steel, and suspiciously few windows for a multi-story building in New York. Despite that, despite the severe differences in aesthetic, it reminds Elektra of the Wall in a small... nagging way she can't quite put her finger on. The Wall was a gutted detached house meant for more than one family, or perhaps formerly a bed and breakfast of some kind, that let in slanted light and had a perpetual smell of dusty wood, sweat, and rubber. This place has a near absence of scent to Elektra's nose. It's even a different kind of quiet. The kind where noise means you aren't being silent, a silence expected even in the midst of sparring, not like kids battling it out on the mats. Here, noise indicates a disruption to their order, but where a word spoken carries weight.

"Enough." Her eyes land on each of the three physically restraining Matthew, figures who bolt upright and withdraw to individual, equally spaced corners of the room almost as if they'd choreographed it. But she doesn't dismiss them. She can practically feel the racing heart in Matthew's chest from across the space, imagine the ache in the slowly lightening bruises all over his body, wonder what his special senses take in about his surroundings. His limbs have mercifully been left untethered to the hospital bed, though perhaps that's only a mark he's not considered a threat at the moment.

To dismiss them would mean to be alone with Matt, and she's not about to indicate to anyone she wants privacy. Not going to do anything to dent the perception of her leadership. Approaching him amongst others feels a bit like stepping onto a tightrope, though. Careful, middle steps. Can't dwell on the sudden flair of a reminder that no one but the voice in her head says Elektra anymore. It's not who she is, to them. Not who she is here.

"I'm sure you have questions," she eases a step closer at a pace that feels controlled, measured to command calm into this room, blowing past hellos. "You suffered internal bleeding, and were given a blood transfusion. So, don't rip out your IVs." Such as with sudden acts of violence, obviously. "You may experience shock," she forewarns with the bland professionalism of a doctor. She knows Matt is not unfamiliar with the side effects of pain, but she also wants to avoid an ignorant lashing out if possible. "As the morphine wears off. There was a chance of head injury, but you don't seem to be impaired." Perhaps her way of explaining why his mask was removed in front of unknown persons, or curbing a volatile reaction once that occurs to him. Perhaps simply the sum of his diagnosis. "Two days have passed."

the world is quiet, unknowable to him as he's taken from the alleyway into the custody of elektra's faction. the bumpy ride, the dubious stares, the watchful gaze of his .... savior? and then later on, the pain that would come from tending to the numerous injuries that litter his body is not even enough to rouse him.

once or twice, amidst his recovery, his eyes attempt to flutter open and adjust to the lighting that casts the room in a clinical glow. after all, their hideout isn't exactly cozy, but it's what's needed when the injured must recover. he vaguely registers a presence at bedside, a hesitation but an eventual gentle, lingering touch that he wants to stay. everything blends together as if in a distant dream, reaching but never grasping the sensations that surround him.

when matthew finally does wake, it progresses into a violent commotion. upon registering that he's anywhere other than home, he brings his hands to his face, finding his helmet removed as well as the rest of his suit. he's clothed in comfortable sweats and a t-shirt, the sheets are soft and non-abrasive to his skin. it's not like the sheets at home, but they'd been clearly chosen by someone who was well aware of his sensitivities.

as soon as he rises from the bed, grappling for whatever is nearby to gain a further understanding of his surroundings, the door flies open and hands push him back. despite the sore aches and flaring pain in his abdomen, matthew pushes back, and yells to be told where he is. it's not until a commanding voice rises above it all , that his unfixed gaze points towards the entryway to his room.

" ----elektra? "

[curtvilescomic]

Elektra attacks by Bruce Timm

[koytix]

Can’t stop myself from thinking about these two. Apologies

[vertigoartgore]

2022's Daredevil Vol.7 #1 (LGY : Daredevil #649) variant cover by cover artist Dan Panosian. Source

[domono08]

You ever asked yourself “what if Elektra was an elephant?” Well now you can!

Reference (this is real) plus the comic she’s from is drawn by the first Voice Actress of Meowth from Pokemon, Maddie Blaustein.

[nthflower]

Current psylocke solo needs an Elektra guest appearance btw. Literally best time to make them team up considering her past with the hand is big part of book.

[hurlumerlu]

Only Friends + that one test, sappy version.

(part 1) (part 2)

[strangenewwords]

Savage Wolverine #8 (2013)

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Elektra Natchios, The Daredevil

[pat1dee]

Elektra vs The Hand by Art Adams

[curtvilescomic]

Daredevil vs rogues gallery by Hal Haney

[pendovah]

We've been raised to fight someone else's war. // When you're raised in something like that... when they've formed the foundation for who you are, breaking away is like… I feel lost.

[marvelman901]

Wolverine Annual '96 (1996)

The Last Ronin

Written by Jeph Loeb and Ralph Macchio

Penciled by Ed McGuinness

Inked by Nathan Massengill and Norman Lee

Colors by Gloria Vasquez and Malibu Color

Lettered by Richard Starkings and Comicraft

Edited by Mark Powers

Cover by Michael Golden

Bastion tried to convince the Japanese government to have access to Red Ronin to eliminate Mutants.

Wolverine and Silver Samurai freed Sunfire, who had been placed in custody after having lost control over his powers. These three would fight Red Ronin and the Hand (who tried to take Red Ronin as well) alongside Yukio...

[vertigoartgore]

1981's Daredevil Vol.1 #175 cover by Frank Miller & Klaus Janson. Source

[rabbitmotifs]

misato and kaji fill a very particular niche for me in that misato is so self destructive and messed up from her father that she projected her fear and abandonment onto the happiest relationship she ever had and then they dont see each other for 8 years and once they reconnect they die before they get to tell each other 'i love you'