I'm A Spy

Captain Steve Trevor. Doing what I can to help the world and trying to catch up to a sword wielding Amazon. (Independent Steve Trevor from the 2017 Wonder Woman movie. Sideblog to benderoftime.)

[warrior-goddess-wonderwoman]

Second time around

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warrior-goddess-wonderwoman:

Diana continued to watch him, as he studied the photo. Bruce had gotten her that photo just a few weeks before. Now she kept it with her. It was older than nearly everyone on the planet, with magical and god-like exceptions, but she couldn’t part with it, not again.

“We had our moments,” she told him. “Charlie liked to sing.” Diana smiled a bit. “Not everyone was as appreciative of his art as I was.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I lost y– Steve the next night.”

Steve looked up at her as she spoke, wincing slightly. She had mourned for him, that much was obvious. He had caused her pain and even though he didn’t really know her that well right now, he wished there was something he could do to ease even a little bit of that.

Hesitantly, almost as though he expected her to finch away from him, he let his fingers find hers. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. “The one thing I’ve always known is that I didn’t want to leave you. Not at all. But there was something I had to do.”

[warrior-goddess-wonderwoman]

Second time around

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warrior-goddess-wonderwoman:

Her lips turned down slightly at the mention of the plane. Diana supposed it would be too much to ask that he wouldn’t remember his death, but she wasn’t entirely certain he knew the significance of that memory. Or perhaps he was remembering the first time they met, when he crashed the plane, and she rescued him. Diana decided she wasn’t letting him pilot a plane ever again.

“That was Major Steve Trevor, in 1918, during the Great War, as it was called then. Those were our companions: Sammy, Chief and Charlie. That is a village that we liberated from the Germans.” She did not continue the story, because it was her first failure, and it still weighed on her heart.

Luckily for her, Steve’s days in the Air Force were behind him and he wouldn’t be going back up in the air any time soon. He studied the picture, taken aback. It was his face staring up at him. Maybe this wasn’t so crazy after all. Maybe somehow, some way....

He had found his way back to her. Steve had a lot of questions but he was also perceptive. She didn’t find this easy to talk about but now that he had a frame of reference as well as a year, he could look things up about his past life. “Looks like a merry band.” He commented, choosing to make his remark about her compatriots.

[warrior-goddess-wonderwoman]

Second time around

[lasso-compelled-me]

warrior-goddess-wonderwoman:

Diana nodded, and leaned against the table, trying to wrap her mind around this. “So, you were not in the Great War, but you still have memory of it? Of me?” she clarified. Diana watched him, still trying to understand, and decide whether or not to tell him about the photo that she kept with her.

“I have seen many things in my years, but I’ve never seen this. Chief’s cousin looked similar to him, Charlie was a twin, Sam’s grandson was is exact duplicate. But… I have never seen anything like this.” Going to the bedroom, she retrieved the photo, and brought it out to him.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, leaning forward so that his elbows were resting on his knees, brow furrowed as he tried to sift through the fragments he had gotten over the years. “I can’t remember everything. Just bits and pieces. I remember a plane. That one has come up a few times. I remember you too. You’ve popped up a few times and I’ve always known that you were very important to me.”

He decided to leave off the other thing that he knew for certain about her and listened, chuckling quietly at her comment. “It’s knocking me for a loop too, trust me.” He waited, curious when she left the room and came back with an old photo. Peering at it, he sat still as a statue when he saw his own face looking back at him. “Holy shit.” He breathed.

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russkiyuragan:

“Good.”  He kissed his cheek gently and curled closer.  “Our days of being little and freezing, huddled in the tundra, are over.  Though Sasha and I still had cold winters, you’ll find New York to be not nearly as freezing in comparison.”  Shane bit his lip with a laugh.

“How much of a scare did I give you, with the Sokovia Accords?”

Steipan gave Shane a look like are you really asking me that? “You really want to know? I got most of my arsenal together.”

He only did that when he meant business and he was aware that Shane would recognize the significance of this act. He never got his instruments out unless he was prepared to use them.

[warrior-goddess-wonderwoman]

Second time around

[lasso-compelled-me]

warrior-goddess-wonderwoman:

Nodding, she was silent, and led him to her hotel. Diana’s mind was buzzing with reasons why Steve Trevor was standing here before her, same everything, except birth year, apparently. Steve had just been a mortal man, there was no way for him to still be alive. So, perhaps he was able to reach the River Lethe and come back to her. Hades was fair, and would have allowed a hero to be reborn… if Hades was still alive.

Reaching her hotel room, she closed the door behind them, and she sat in the main salon, where there was plenty of seating, and a small kitchen. The bedroom was off to the left, the door slightly ajar, the way the maids had left it after cleaning this morning. “Please, sit. Would you like something to drink?”

Following along with her, he nodded as she offered him a place to sit. They were both thinking things over and he was curious to know what exactly she remembered. Steve shook his head when she asked him if he wanted something to drink. “No thanks.”

He exhaled, leaning back into the chair he had taken and tried to get comfortable. He was still trying to come to terms with finding out that he had, essentially, been reborn. But he didn’t feel uncomfortable around her. He just wanted to see what she knew and see what the future could hold.

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russkiyuragan:

He wanted to crack a joke about it, but all he could find within himself was the happiness that he wasn’t cold.  He sniffled softly.  “That’s good. That you were warm.”  Shane murmured.

“I was very warm.” He answered, chuckling quietly. Siberia had been very cold, which had also been part of the reason why he had decided on South America for his residence.

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russkiyuragan:

“Good.”  He tilted his head in the right direction.  “I can go get you settled in and you can move in as you please.”

“That will be fine.” Stiepan didn’t have much to bring with him beyond a few things of his parents that he still had left and had hauled with him since Russia.

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russkiyuragan:

“Good.  And I can give you a job at a business of mine.  Pays well, there’s an apartment above it you can live in.”  He nodded gently.  “Just please do not ask any questions of my men.  If you have questions, ask them of me in private, I will answer what I can.”

If there was one thing that Stiepan could do, it was keep his mouth shut. He had learned that lesson at a very young age and never forgot it. “I will ask nothing.” He promised. Curiosity could be a danger and even death. He wanted to live.

[warrior-goddess-wonderwoman]

Second time around

[lasso-compelled-me]

warrior-goddess-wonderwoman:

How could he not know? Diana couldn’t understand what he meant. Of course he knew her. “Dreams?” she asked him. “You have had dreams of me, but you have never met me?” she tried to clarify. Maybe there was a god still alive, other than herself, that would help her in this way.

“My hotel is just around the corner. I don’t have to be anywhere today, not until late, anyway.” The shipment of the artifacts had been delayed, that was what her e-mail had been about, and they wouldn’t get in until around ten that night. Paying her bill, she picked up her belongings, and turned back to Steve. “Shall we?”

“Yeah. Exactly. When I turned 18, that was when I started having the dreams.” Steve was relieved that she seemed to catch on to what he was saying. He remembered fragments and the only thing that was consistent in the disjointed jumble of images was her, and a plane. That was important somehow.

Nodding his agreement, he waited respectfully for her to get her things before matching his steps to hers. His head was whirling, but he knew that whatever it was he had been looking for had been found. All of his life, he had felt something was missing and nothing had filled that space inside him. Now...he felt like his wandering was over.

[warrior-goddess-wonderwoman]

Second time around

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warrior-goddess-wonderwoman:

He looked as though he were in disbelief, which Diana found to be ironic, because she wasn’t the one who had died nearly a hundred years before. He had reacted to his name, so there was no doubt that the man approaching her was Steve Trevor. The Greeks did believe in reincarnation, but with all the gods dead, she didn’t know how Steve had returned, without the help of Hades.

Standing at the sound of her name, she didn’t have words to describe everything she was thinking and feeling. How could he be here? And in London… Although, this was where their journey began, once they left Themiscyra. But no one knew that anymore. Charlie, Sam and Chief had long since died, and she had become the mysterious woman at their funerals, but had left without a word to anyone. “Steve… how?”

“I’m not sure. There’s...a lot I don’t know about this. About you and I.” He motioned between them with a hand, clearly flustered and trying to make sense out of all of this. “But I know you. Ever since I turned 18 I’ve had dreams with you in them and also about World War I. But that shouldn’t be possible. But it is.”

He wasn’t sure if he was even making any sense at this point but he was trying to explain what little he could. There were people starting to stare curiously at them and he exhaled, shoving both of his hands into his pockets. “Is there somewhere more...quiet we could talk about all of this?”

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russkiyuragan:

“I can’t tell anyone that I am Russian, as I am sure you can understand.  They think I was born in America.  But, I can help you if you’re willing to accept help from a mob boss.”  He paused.  “I am the mob boss.”

“I won’t tell your secrets.” He knew that it was important to help Stanislav maintain the facade and he wasn’t going to be the one to bring it down. “Anything to get out of that place, Slava. Anything.”

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russkiyuragan:

Relieved he hadn’t been rejected - though Steipan likely knew he’d always been insistent he was male - Stanislav put a hand on the taller man’s shoulder.  “Where are you living?”

“Lower East Side.” He knew that he didn’t have to explain to Stanislav further. Everyone knew what the housing situations were like down there. Still, he was among his people and that was what mattered in the end.

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russkiyuragan:

Stanislav Barnes had been brought back to the states by his father’s family, after his parents had died - but they hadn’t liked his “choices” in life.  And he’d spent many years in an orphanage before they found him.

He got a good look at the man and knew immediate he was going to make sure Steipan was taken care of.  He managed to bribe the police officer and gently took the other man’s elbow, leading him down an alleyway.  Once there, he spoke in Russian.  “Steipan?  It’s been years.”

“It has, old friend.” He answered, glad to hear the sound of Russian again. His English was quite good but he always had to think through what he wanted to say before he could get the word to come out the way he wanted them to. Russian was as easy as breathing.

Even being called “Stiepan” again was refreshing. His old name, the one that his parents had given him when he was born still meant a lot to him, even if it hadn’t to the official on Ellis Island when he had been granted entrance to the United States. Still, it didn’t matter if he was called Stiepan or Steven. He was still determined to make something for himself in this land. Something he could call his own.

[warrior-goddess-wonderwoman]

Second time around

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warrior-goddess-wonderwoman:

Diana sipped her tea, although she preferred the coffee she had in Paris most mornings, she did enjoyed British tea. It reminded her of another time in her life. Glancing over the paper, it stated that Batman had saved Gotham from something, and she tried not to roll her eyes. For a man who valued privacy, he was far too theatrical, but Diana wouldn’t tell him that, it was far too amusing to watch. Even after being in this world for nearly a hundred years, she still didn’t understand men completely.

Her phone buzzed, and she read the email, but did not reply, putting her phone back down, as she sipped her tea.

Feeling eyes on her, Diana didn’t move her head, from it’s slight downward turn, but her eyes looked from side to side. Raising her head, she looked around, and her eyes found a pair of bright blue eyes, and her lips parted in shock. “Steve?”

He was shocked to hear his name come from her lips, but he also wasn’t at the same time. Steve had heard of people who thought that they’d lived past lives and scoffed at the theory of reincarnation but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had known this woman. He already knew her name, and in his bones he felt like it had been a long time since he’d seen her.

“Diana?” It came out as a question. He was searching for confirmation that he was right, that this truly was her name and not something he had been imagining for the last 15 years since he’d turned 18. He had seen her in too many of his dreams to be able to discount what he felt at this moment.

[thepocketqueer-archive-deactiva]

[ @benderoftime ]

The Irish had a long-standing habit of stepping on other marginalized people to get ahead.  As was with most difficult subjects, it was swept under the rug - pretended not to exist - along with anything else “undesirable.”  Such was the Irish Catholic way, and Dollface wasn’t sure that would change anytime soon.

The mob boss approached a young man who was being given some trouble by a police officer.  “Any trouble here, officer?  Or can I officer you incentive to leave him in peace?”

[lasso-compelled-me]

Glancing over, newly minted Steven Trevor almost dropped the small bag of produce he was carrying home to the tenement he was currently staying in. Upon landing in Ellis Island, he had given his name as “Steipan Treger”, the name he was born with in Russia and the official had issued him a new name. But he didn’t sound out of place, being called “Steven” so he was coming to terms with it.

His mother and father would have corrected that but they were gone. All Steven had was himself. But the voice he heard?

It was one he knew from the home country. He kept quiet, hoping that the policeman could be reasoned with.

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russkiyuragan:

“Sure am.  Here.”  Shane smiled gently, taking his friend’s hand and placing it on his abdomen.  There was a tiny bump, mostly because the kid seemed to be growing fast.

There was a pause, a comfortable silence, and he laid his head on his best friend’s shoulder, threading their fingers together.  “Where’d you go when we split up?”  He asked softly.

Steven lets his hand rest on Shane’s stomach, able to feel the small bump growing there. A niece or a nephew rests inside his brother and Steven knows that he will do anything to protect them.

“Argentina.” With the large German population, Steven had found it easy to lose himself in that community. His ear for languages had helped him as well and he’d learned Spanish and German in addition to the Russian and English that he’d already spoken.