List of Bookmarks
First thing, they run.
(They don’t look back.)
Later, Elektra will think of the sound their feet made, hitting the pavement in determined strides as they retreated from the chaos of the roof and slipped away, moving between the spines of tall buildings to make their escape. She’ll think of how there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky, the lights of the city bleeding out the edges of the universe, and the short, even pants that Matthew made as he ran beside her.
She’ll think of the way their hands fit together, refusing to let go even for speed, now or ever.
(She’ll think of the price they paid, and what she left behind.)
If Matthew thinks of it as well – he doesn’t say.