Just a scene I was writing yesterday:
Frank had taken Elektra to the aquarium because he wanted to talk to her and thank her for everything she had done for him and for Eden, his daughter. Since it was right after their shift at S.H.I.E.L.D., they were both still wearing their uniforms.
Elektra: So... why are we here?
Frank: I just wanted to talk to you and... thank you. If it weren't for you... maybe Eden... she... might have ended up with the same fate as Eira...
As he spoke, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His eyes remained fixed on the moon jellyfish drifting through the tank.
Elektra: Don't exaggerate... I just did what anyone else on our team would've done.
Frank: No... Greer and Simon wouldn't have.
Elektra: You're wrong. Greer definitely would've saved Eden just like I did. After all... she was a mother too. But... yeah... maybe Simon wouldn't have. He's always been a little different from the rest of the team.
Frank: Maybe... but I'm still glad it was you.
Her lips didn't utter a single word, but her mind drifted through countless thoughts all at once.
Frank: Hey... are you okay?
His hands slowly relaxed, letting the blood flow through them again. His voice was gentle, almost afraid of whatever answer she might give.
Elektra: Sorry... I got lost in thought for a moment... Eden is a wonderful girl, so... thank you for letting me get to know her.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the graceful dance of the moon jellyfish.
Frank: No... thank you for giving Eden the chance to meet someone as incredible and strong as you.
For a few seconds, he slowly turned his head toward her, watching her quietly admire the tank. Then he looked back at the jellyfish, as though nothing had happened.
Elektra: Strong... and... incredible? Really? Are you sure you're talking about me?
she asked, genuinely curious. She knew herself well enough to question it.
Frank: I'm serious. You are incredible. I know you've lost everything too, but... somehow, you still seem like you keep going without letting it break you. It's amazing that, after everything you've been through, you still choose to move forward.
Elektra: It only looks that way... because it isn't.
For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply stood there, watching the moon jellyfish drift and dance with effortless grace.
Their hands found each other.
Frank's hand moved first—large, warm, rough with countless calluses—asking for permission to go further.
Elektra's was small, slender, delicate... and cold.
Her fingers welcomed the gesture.
His fingertips brushed against hers before slowly weaving between them. The contrast was impossible to ignore: rough skin against smooth, warmth against cold, thick fingers intertwined with slender ones.
Finally, their hands closed together, fingers fully entwined—a quiet, undeniable sign of intimacy.
It felt as though their souls had begun to dance.
Each of them reacted differently.
A shiver ran through Elektra's entire body as the faintest smile appeared on her lips.
Frank felt a chill travel down his spine... and something else stirred inside him, becoming... different than usual.
But the moment didn't last.
A familiar voice suddenly echoed through the aquarium.
Talisa: Elektra! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!
Elektra: Sol! I-I was... Frank asked me to...
Startled, she immediately let go of Frank's hand.
Frank: He let out a quiet sigh, surprised and confused. Talisa... what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be back at the boarding school already?
Instinctively, he tried to keep Elektra's hand in his, but failed, his fingers closing into his own fist instead.
Talisa: Yeah, but Elektra promised she'd take me back this time.
Elektra: Ω σκατά... ξέχασα.
Frustrated, she ran both hands through her dark hair before pressing it back down.
Frank: Alright... then let's all go together. We'll take you there.