Elektra was your roommate. you were just a civilian and she was a vigilante. you knew about her activities, but you just accepted it. after all, she's just your roommate and nothing more, right? she had Matt, right?

almost every night Elektra went somewhere, and you, like some stupid puppy, waited for her, because you really poured for her and besides, almost all she needed was your help with her wounds.

and today was the same night as the others before. you sighed tiredly, rubbing your eyes that just wanted to close. you really really wanted to sleep, but your worry for Elektra was stronger than your physical needs.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning. it was quiet on the street and in your apartment and you sat on the sofa in the living room, half asleep.

"crap."

a familiar voice came from the window into the living room. you turned around, looking at the window and noticed how clumsily Elektra stumbled into the room. her movements were awkward and cautious, as if she was a little disoriented.