After a century, Diana was ashamed to realize that she had almost forgotten how consistently surprising she had found Steve Trevor to be. She was a little ashamed about that. In a life as long as hers had been so far, a century was almost nothing, and yet, the details had grown foggy over time. She found herself needing to relearn what sheâd known once before. It was somewhat mortifying, yes, but she was also learning things she hadnât known about Steve before his sudden, unexpected return. That part, she was more than alright with. Of course, she still couldnât understand why it was that she had him back. Sheâd seen the dead return before. But there was always a reason, a cause. She could think of nobody with the magic to restore him to life who would even know who he was, let alone have a reason to bring him back. The Amazons, who might have been persuaded to do so for her sake, had no such magics that she had ever even heard rumors of, nor did any member of the League. But in spite of her lack of knowledge, he was here. He was real, and that, she was more than alright with as well.
Really, it was remarkable that he was adjusting as quickly as he was. He was human. Mortal. Not intended to live outside of his allotted time. Sheâd watched the world change around her, she was something that was meant to have a long life, and sheâd still had trouble adjusting over the years. She couldnât imaging what it was like for him, but he was doing it regardless. And seeing the effort he was putting in, she went easy,when she could. Which didnât mean that she wouldnât pull him out of his comfort zone from time to time. If nothing else, he deserved it for trying to put her in a corset. But it was always the sort of thing she knew, or at hoped, he would enjoy.
Tonight, it was dancing. Sheâd put enough effort into finding a place where she hoped, for a little while, that he wouldnât feel out of place that when he asked her about DJs, she couldnât resist rolling her eyes. âI promise nobody will be spinning discs, and I doubt anyone will be jumping anywhere. There will be a piano, perhaps a singer. Drums, if itâs a wild night.â She found herself wondering exactly what had prompted him to start looking at people dancing on the Internet. âI think I can guarantee that it will be nothing like the Internet,â she promised.
Diana had mentioned a variety of different people to him over the months, some of which he had met and more of which he had still yet to meet. Now that he was in the process of rebuilding a career he had been so proud of before his untimely demise, his life was starting to resemble the one he used to lead. A primary difference, other than the century, was that back when he was Captain Steve Trevor, pilot and spy for the UK military, his work was the single most important thing in his life. Etta and the others he worked alongside were his only relationships and he still didnât talk to any of his friends or associates any more than was necessary. Cellular phones certainly made a difference in the year 2018, but had he been given a faster means of communication back then, heâs almost positive it wouldnât have made a difference. If the number of times Diana appeared in his call history and text messages was any indication, this was no longer the case.
Had he not died back then, he would be dead now. He has no idea if he and Diana would have drifted in that time or if their relationship would have continued on the route it was now traveling. Regularly, Steve had to remind himself that it simply wasnât possible for him to know Diana as well as he thought he did. Not only must she have changed since they met, but the truth of the matter was he had barely scratched the surface of who she was before he died. On the other side of things, Steve was the same man she had known 100 years ago, wherever he had gone after the plane exploded didnât lend itself to any personal growth. The most marked difference was where he was once the expert on society, and in his own mind humanity itself, she was now far ahead of him.
It was amazing how much relief the phrase ânothing like the internetâ could make him feel. Steve certainly understood the uses and the advantages of a majority of the advancements heâd seen, but that didnât change his inability to fully grasp all of these changes. It was a whole lot easier when things were...easier. âDrums I can handle. In all likelihood. And even if there was jumping...it wouldnât matter a whole lot.â He looked over at her with a smile, appreciative that she had gone through the effort to find something heâd like, but also knowing they could dance in her apartment alone and it would feel the same to him.
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