[she gathers as much, from that dig, and it's — unfair. there's only so much matt has been willing to share with her, little by little, and it's not from a lack of trying from her part; he shuts her out most of the time.
it's not fair. hasn't she been trying her best? maybe, after everything she's done, it really isn't enough.
the television sets switch on one more time. hayward is there, tells her that's just it; he's not yours. and i cannot let you put three billion dollars worth of vibranium in the ground. her eyes inch upward, past matt, towards the visage of vision.
lifeless, without a soul. gone forever.
i can't feel you.
and that emptiness floods again. maybe it was foolish to think she'd ever be able to have something similar again; it certainly must be, to have thought herself deserving of someone who could understand her, who wanted to look at her without fearing her.
i want them to see you the way i see you, vision appears on the screen, states it so matter of factly, how unafraid he is of her, of all her potential for good. after all she's done... matt is right. she's a killer, she's taken innocent lives because of her selfish desires.
the thought ricochets in her mind, of monica telling her to not let hayward make her the villain, but she's definitely gone past that.
perhaps matt should have killed the man who killed his father, but the fact is that he didn't, even if this woman, elektra, someone he loves (because it is love what she's felt from him when he thinks of her, much as she's been trying to not pry and think too much about that) had asked him to.]
You're right.
[she says, mirthlessly.]
Maybe you should have.
[wanda's scarlet magic glows under the palms of her hands, and she switches off the television sets, breaking their circuitry, her magic pushing back at any regeneration that may take place. that's enough, she thinks, and she struggles against the magic of this place, but holds fast.]
You're right. About everything else.
[vision understood her like no one else, and now — he's gone. she became the monster others would fear. she doesn't look at matt as one of her hands turn to him, magic pulsing outward to wrap around him.]
I'll get you out of here, and you — won't need to worry about me anymore.
[if this is how he really feels, how he really thinks about her, then it's best to not waste energy on her at all.]
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it's not fair. hasn't she been trying her best? maybe, after everything she's done, it really isn't enough.
the television sets switch on one more time. hayward is there, tells her that's just it; he's not yours. and i cannot let you put three billion dollars worth of vibranium in the ground. her eyes inch upward, past matt, towards the visage of vision.
lifeless, without a soul. gone forever.
i can't feel you.
and that emptiness floods again. maybe it was foolish to think she'd ever be able to have something similar again; it certainly must be, to have thought herself deserving of someone who could understand her, who wanted to look at her without fearing her.
i want them to see you the way i see you, vision appears on the screen, states it so matter of factly, how unafraid he is of her, of all her potential for good. after all she's done... matt is right. she's a killer, she's taken innocent lives because of her selfish desires.
the thought ricochets in her mind, of monica telling her to not let hayward make her the villain, but she's definitely gone past that.
perhaps matt should have killed the man who killed his father, but the fact is that he didn't, even if this woman, elektra, someone he loves (because it is love what she's felt from him when he thinks of her, much as she's been trying to not pry and think too much about that) had asked him to.]
You're right.
[she says, mirthlessly.]
Maybe you should have.
[wanda's scarlet magic glows under the palms of her hands, and she switches off the television sets, breaking their circuitry, her magic pushing back at any regeneration that may take place. that's enough, she thinks, and she struggles against the magic of this place, but holds fast.]
You're right. About everything else.
[vision understood her like no one else, and now — he's gone. she became the monster others would fear. she doesn't look at matt as one of her hands turn to him, magic pulsing outward to wrap around him.]
I'll get you out of here, and you — won't need to worry about me anymore.
[if this is how he really feels, how he really thinks about her, then it's best to not waste energy on her at all.]