Some people might find it intimidating to be on other end of his gaze. Elektra is sure the same can be said for her. Men have literally thrown themselves to their deaths rather face Elektra Natchios. Right now she isn't a terrifying force of nature. Her gaze is soft and endlessly fond. Despite that initial impulse to run when she spotted the tattoo, the assassin finds herself increasingly reluctant to leave his side much less turn away from Frank.
A small smile makes it way onto her lips as she reaches out again to trace that roadmap of scars starting from his left shoulder. "Hi." It is only when she catches the edge of the mark Zemo left on him that she bothers to ask, "Do you still paint it on?" It might come off as flippant, but this is her way of inching closer to accepting the change and all the unpleasant things it reminds her of.
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A small smile makes it way onto her lips as she reaches out again to trace that roadmap of scars starting from his left shoulder. "Hi." It is only when she catches the edge of the mark Zemo left on him that she bothers to ask, "Do you still paint it on?" It might come off as flippant, but this is her way of inching closer to accepting the change and all the unpleasant things it reminds her of.