“The seas were calm,” Elektra said finally. Talking just to fill the silence. It was the first thing any of them had said in hours They had all the time in the world and no time at all. “There was no wind at all and the Greeks couldn’t launch their ships. All the while Helen was getting further and further away. And Agamemnon’s blood was boiling. Because he wanted to fuck her. His wife’s sister, his brother’s wife. His.” A small humorless laugh escaped Elektra’s lips and she glanced up at Clint. “All this time and space laid before us and men never change, do they?”
Elektra, daughter of Sick.
She wondered if she could just stab the keeper of the stone and launch him off the cliff. A sacrifice was a sacrifice. “After a week of nothing--of still seas and calm winds--Agamemnon took his oldest daughter by the hand and lead her to cliffs overlooking the ocean. Iphigenia trusted her father and ,when he commanded her to lay down on the rocks, she did. She didn’t even flinch when her father brought the knife down on her neck and spilled her blood into the sea. He changed the tides of war and all it cost him was his daughter.” Elektra mimed drawing a knife across her own throat. Her mouth tasted of blood, had tasted of blood since she woke up drowning.
Thanos came back without his daughter.
“When men tell the story, they act like Electra loved her father so much that she could betray her own mother. But that’s not the truth, is it? Electra watch him take Iphigenia to the cliffs. She watched her father murder her sister in cold blood. Her sister’s sacrifice turned the tides of war and hers stopped one in its tracks...”
For the first time, Elektra looked up at Clint. Certainly, the story wasn’t new to him, wasn’t new to anyone. But she had needed to work it through. Explain herself or explain Stick or maybe just make anyone understand what the weight of a name was. “He named me Elektra and demanded loyalty. I was created to turn the tides of war.”
I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.
“I am the Black Sky,” she said. Her eyes never left Clint’s. “I have died many deaths before and I will die many deaths again.”
You will serve life itself.
Her footsteps echoed in her own ears as she stepped forward until she was face to face with Clint. Elektra laced their fingers together and brought his palm to her chest. She didn’t even know if her heart still beat. “You took me by the hand and lead me to the edge of the cliff.” Grip tight, she stepped backwards until they were at the very edge, forcing him forwards. “You commanded me to lay down and I trusted you because I was yours. And I didn’t even flinch when you spilled my blood into the sea.”
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his. Tried to believe her own self-confidence that this would work, that she could not die. “Let me go.”
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