As most of the world descended into chaos and mass grief things quickly turned ugly. Half the world’s population turned to ash in an instant. For a woman alone in the world this fact on it’s own was of little consequence, but in his cosmic stupidity the tyrant had taken the one person on the planet Elektra would not stand to lose. She watched him... there lying in a bed nursing broken ribs... and then... only dust...
News trickled in slowly until an understanding of what had happened with Thanos circulated, but reports soon followed that the billionaire Tony Stark was working a solution. She already knew first hand that death wasn’t necessarily the end. Now, she needed to believe that.
Whatever Stark was planning, Elektra Natchios wanted in. He was gathering certain super-powered survivors of the purge for something. With a large donation through his company’s charity relief fund, she was able to gain an audience with the Iron Man himself. After that it was merely a matter of telling him what he wanted to hear to secure her place within the ‘boarding party’ entering the soul stone. No trouble at really, so long as Stark never expects her to make good on her promises of wanting to help ‘save the world’.
Now, wandering the caves and still familiarizing herself with the layout, the assassin found herself wishing she hadn’t run into him quite so soon.
“Mr. Stark...” Elektra had turned a corner to nearly collide with him, side-stepping around his path at the last moment with a restrained smile. “How goes the grand escape plans?”