Diana of Themyscira

Multi-Verse blog for Wonder Woman/ Diana Prince. Diana is based on movies, TV, and comics. Mun is obviously a total nerd, and mun and muses are over 21. She is written by Lee.

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Lost in Time - Diana & Steve

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Voices. Laughter. Loud noises. They all reached Steve’s ears. They were familiar yet foreign. What was this place? It wasn’t long before people were staring, point, whispering. The spy didn’t like being put on the spot but he was at a loss for what to do. No one looked kind enough to answer his question, so Steve pushed forward.

Feet hit cobblestone. A walkway. Then it opened up onto a smooth surface, automobiles, unlike anything he had ever seen slowly cruised down the street. He could only assume that is what it was, since cars were on it. What the hell? Panic started to flare in his chest as he looked for someone, anyone to answer the questions bubbling over.

People were dressed strangely. Women were dressed as men. Clothing seemed to cover little of the human body. It was a beach, after all, but it seemed a bit extreme. Devices were held in their hands, pressed to their ears. Steve could only assume that it was a phone of some sort. Other’s held the device long way, pointing it at people. A picture, maybe? The sinking feeling that he’d been shoved sometime into the future was growing all the more likely. Steve didn’t like it. He was starting to freak out.

Darting to the left, he tried to get out of the main throng of people. Maybe one of the shops could hold answers. Pressing the door to one, he started inside. A resturant.

By no means paranoid, Diana didn’t feel the need to sit with a view of the restaurant’s doors. She far preferred watching the people on the beach, and it wasn’t as if anyone could sneak up on her. What would her mother think if she allowed such a thing, after all? But there was something strange about the atmosphere that morning. An itch at the base of her neck. A twitch out of the corner of her eye that finally forced her to give up on her breakfast and turn about in her seat.

Other men with the right build and blond hair had drawn her attention over the decades. How would they not? But after the first dozen years, she’d stopped peering too closely since they couldn’t possibly be Steve. Had he survived, by some miracle of the gods, he’d be older, so it was silly to expect him to look the same.

But this man, the tall man just coming through the door was different. It wasn’t the blond hair, or his face that made her pay attention—it was the uniform! This man was wearing a World War I Germain uniform, exactly like the one Steve’d been wearing the last time they’d seen each other. When they’d fought. When she’d been deafened by Ares and unable to hear his parting words!

Diana stood, her coffee cup falling from her hand when he turned toward her. It was his face! His eyes! The only blue to ever match the warm waters of Themyscira’s lagoon had belonged to Steve Trevor. “Steve?” she said quietly, walking through the half dozen tables between her and him to stand before him. “Steve Trevor?”

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Lost in Time - Diana & Steve

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He was a man out of time. At least, that was how Steve felt as he trudged across another beach in another place in another era. Of course, he was not privy to that information. For him, no time had passed at all. In fact, he was still dressed in his stolen German outfit. It was stifling compared to the winter weather that had been biting at him when the spy took the plane up. The Plane! Yes, the plane. Where was it? No where. What the hell was going on?

Exhaustion ripped into his bones as Steve found a place to settle. Heavily, he sat, letting his head hang in his hands. Was he back on Themyscira? Had something happened in the plane? It was on the tip of his tongue, that something had happened. One moment he was flying the bombs into the sky and the next, he was strolling through the beach. What had happened to him? Who had done this? Why? Where was he?

Though he could only see the lapping waters and a small beach village, Steve could tell that this was no part of earth he had visited before. His conclusion; he was out of time. But there was no proof of that. Maybe this was some big hoax and he was still on the Amazonian island. He didn’t know. Steve just wanted to wake up an discover just who held the answers.

When he was rested enough, the blonde thought he would try the edge of the beach village. Perhaps they could offer him answers. But with each step forward, a heavy weight settled in his stomach. He wasn’t going to like this. Not one bit.

It was a small village, and if it weren’t for the cars and cell towers, it looked much as it had the last time she’d been there, a century ago. Dressed in comfortable jeans, sandals, and a red blouse, she left her rented villa with a large shopping basket slung over her arm. Diana didn’t have a secret identity anymore. People knew her face, and she didn’t mind. But dressed as she was, with a big pair of cat’s eye sunglasses that Selina Kyle would approve of, either no one recognized her or cared—wish was just fine with her.

Her first stop was for produce. She didn’t haggle. She simply paid the asking price although she could afford to pay much more, but to do so would insult the seller. With her basket lined with some of her favorite vegetables and fruits, she dropped by the butcher to get some chicken and lamb.

With her basket nearly full, she stopped at a café with a view of the beach and got some coffee and baklava. It was cool enough for her food not to spoil, and she’d be home within an hour. As she lifted the cup to her lips, she inhaled the aroma and let out a contented sigh before offering the waiter a soft smile that he returned as he did every time she dropped by.

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Lost in Time - Diana & Steve

It was over, and Diana was tired. So much chaos is so few days. Hard feelings that were replaced with companionship. That had been the good part. She liked that. But it was times like this, when she felt once again that she was different. She’d been the only child. Now she was the only woman, which was not as big of an obstacle as it was a century ago, but it was still annoying. And then there was her age.

They weren’t just men. They were little boys. Even Bruce with his graying hair was a child compared to her. She promised them she’d be back, but for a few days—maybe even a week—she needed some alone time. Barry, told her that it would seem like forever to him. Diana closed her dark eyes and smiled as a warm breeze tangled her hair at the thought of the Flash. He was simply adorable.

She loved them all. They’d be the anchor she needed not to get lost as she had before, when Steve died. Turning her face toward the blue waters of the Mediterranean, she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the crumbling marble column that once held up the roof of a temple to one of the gods. There wasn’t enough of it left for her to tell which god it was, but it still felt a bit like home to her.

“I am home,” she told herself, as she watched the sky start to change colors with the coming sunset. Soon the blue of the sky and the sea would turn black, but thankfully that was no longer a reflection of her mood. “And I have hope.”

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Of Shields and Gods - Diana & Captain America

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God, they were just kids. They were kids in the building, scared and waiting for the world to burn around them – or for a miracle to happen and everything horrible to fall away. They deserved a lot more than the war that was curling in closer to them, washing over them and their families, stealing days that should have been filled with laughter and songs and running to a corner market with a best friend and a dime in their pockets for a candy bar.

The question… Steve knew that maybe it wasn’t for him, but he wanted there to be an answer. He also never wanted to be able to answer it. Because he didn’t know. He didn’t understand it and he thought if he did, it might be something he’d never be able to live with. He looked at her, his expression tired and sad and determined. Whatever happened next, he knew he’d do whatever it took. He also knew she would, too.

It didn’t come as a shock when she said it, when she stood up. Steve felt his throat tighten and the hand that offered a momentary brush of support was something that helped him nod. He couldn’t promise not to worry, but she was right. It wasn’t about them. It burned, because she was here, far away from that beautiful place she’d been in before, but Steve knew better than anyone what it was to walk into hell for the right reasons. He knew he’d do it again. And again. It wasn’t about them. It was about the kids, about stopping this.

“Not them,” he repeated, nodding again. Steve pushed the door open wider and looked over at her, pausing only once, briefly. “Diana,” he said quietly, brows quirking. “Be careful.” Then, he was moving, not willing to do anything less than what she’d told him to do. She was doing what she needed to do; he wouldn’t do anything less. And he moved fast, trying like hell to ignore the sounds of shots firing, explosions breaking through brick and mortar, dropping into the dirt and sending debris flying. He moved, drawing crying, terrified children out toward the nearest vehicle. He ignore the door, and pulled it open, ushering the kids inside. Once they were in, Steve moved to get them out of harms way, blue eyes shifting to look back toward his companion in this.

“Diana!”

They tried to stop her.

They failed.

Covered in smears of blood from wounds that healed nearly instantly and filth from the ground she had raced through again and again, Diana stood on top of the last machine gun nest that had been perched on top of the tallest building in the village. She was panting, and her wrists were aching from the battle she’d fought.

It was over.

They had saved the village.

Taking a deep breath, she leapt from the wall, making her way slowly through the milling villagers and the Allied Forced who had come through what was left of the wall. There was crying, but there was also laughter. And smiles—so many smiles.

“I know this is not the end,” she told Steve Rogers when she finally sat down beside him, cross-legged on a rare spot of green in the muddy field. “We will have many battles until we find Ares, and then we will end this war. I am honored to fight at your side, Steven.”

And when it was over, she hoped she’d be able to see more of his world. He was her friend—family—and she couldn’t wait to spend some time with him that didn’t involve bullets. “I want to see your world at peace, but until then, my dear friend, I think we should find something to eat. I am starving.”

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Shield Maidens - Sif & Diana

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It didn’t feel as bad as Sif expected. In fact, it felt right to not only ask but receive help from the other woman. They were sisters, in a way. Helping is what they both did, without question. It made Sif feel lighter than she had in a while. She smiled back. “I understand. It’s bad for those who want to hide, but good for those doing the looking. I don’t think tracking her will be too much of a problem, but confronting her might be.”

And here was where things might get complicated. Sif always preferred a direct approach. Attacking was her plan, for the most part. Subterfuge, sneaking, planning very far ahead, these things were not quite beyond her but she wasn’t very good at them. She left such matters to other people. But going in with swords flashing wasn’t likely to work here.

Sif explained the situation, providing Diana with everything she knew. What the other woman said made sense. “It doesn’t sound so hard when put like that. Just a different kind of tracking, hunting.” And she supposed it was, in a way. “Not my area of expertise. I’ve tracked people down before, but not like this. They were either out in the ope, or I already had a general idea of where they were or could be. This is different.”

Since information on the Asgardian’s enemy was sparse, Diana instead focused on learning all she could about Sif. It was imperative that they be able to fight as a team, and to do that they’d need practice. “I thought it would be a good idea for us to learn each other’s fighting style,” she told the other warrior. “The simple difference between your reach and mine could make a very big difference.”

It took Batman and Cyborg three days to find Sif’s enemy. Diana brought the information to her new friend, and she hoped between the two of them that they could stop her. She was an unknown for the Amazon princess, and she didn’t like that—not that she always knew about the foes she faced. When she’d faced Ares and Steppenwolf, she’d been lucky. She knew who they were and their agendas.

This would be very different, and as strange as that should have been, she found it exciting.

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Shield Maidens - Sif & Diana

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Sif was very proud, and very stubborn, though she would really only admit to being stubborn. She saw it as a sign of weakness to ask for help, though she never judged anyone who asked her for help. It was simply that she was the person you asked for help, not the person who did the asking herself. But she could swallow her pride when need be. She was getting better at it.

She finished her tea slowly as she thought over what to say and how to say it. She appreciated Diana’s directness, a quality she prized in herself as well as others, and knew it was better to speak the truth than avoid or downplay it.

“There is a woman I’ve been tracking here on earth. She’s dangerous.” The gesture was unexpected, but Sif truly appreciated it. She felt a sisterhood with the other woman, a kinship she couldn’t put into words, and it was comforting. She smiled. “Yes. We were born to be fighters, protectors. Winners.”

Yet that didn’t mean things were easy. Sif had forged a difficult path for herself in becoming a warrior, but it was well worth it. And, as Diana had said, it was what she’d been born to do. She’d always felt that in her bones, and that’s why she always fought so hard. “I’m not certain I can take this woman alone, but I don’t know who else might be up to the challenge. Seeing you, however, I think we stand a good chance if we work together.”

“I would be proud to assist you, Lady Sif,” she assured the other with a nod of her head a small smile that she let grow when the other proud woman accepted her offer. “I have friends that might be able to help us track this woman. If she is involved in the mortal world, as you call it, she will leave a trace. In this day and age, with their expanding technology, it is becoming more and more difficult for those of us with power and age to hide.”

It was how she’d been forced out into the open after so long after all. Bruce Wayne did not let mysteries go unsolved. Had it not been for his snooping and the loss of Superman, she’d still be in Paris avoiding the fight as much as possible.

Getting up gracefully, Diana returned with more cake and her tablet. Her password was a long string of ancient Greek that unlocked a private network that the Justice League maintained. While Sif filled her in on the enemy, she tapped in the information for their computers to analyze and help in the hunt. “Someone like this, will leave a trail, a Modus operandi as Batman would put it.”

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Of Shields and Gods - Diana & Captain America

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Diana was – the best fighter he’d ever seen. It didn’t really come as a shock, but he found himself being caught by it anyway. The thanks was met with a short nod and a half-smile that couldn’t really find the time to linger, not when there were other things to focus on. He had her six, had a lot of places to look, eyes on everything, and he was pushing forward, determined to stay close, to go into whatever came next together.

When he caught up, he looked over to where Diana pointed out. He could hear the sounds of the fighting, the earth being torn into, metal striking metal and worse. So much worse. When she said she could hear children crying, though, Steve flinched. His jaw set into place, so hard he could actually feel the ache as he ground his teeth together.

His hearing was better than most, better, certainly, than it had been before the serum. He couldn’t hear children, though, and that felt like a blessing as much as a disadvantage. Whatever it was, he knew they had to get to them, had to get the children out before the war around them closed in and broke whatever was left of their innocence – if anything was left. He didn’t kid himself. They were already in the middle of a war.

The likelihood of them both getting to the church was damn good. The likelihood of them both getting the children out with no casualties? It was possible, but not feeling particularly likely. They’d cleared a lot of the area – Diana doing the bulk of the work, but getting them out safely… The troops were at their backs, and Steve called out a few commands before looking back to Diana. He pushed over the wall, followed after, though hardly as gracefully, and landed light on his feet.

“Let’s go,” he said, shield up, already moving into a run. The second he got to the church, Steve shouldered open the door. “We need to get them to one of the vehicles,” Steve said, his voice grim. There was the sound of bullets spraying against the side of the building, biting into the already damaged brick. One would make it through, eventually. It just would. Oh, he could hear the crying now. “We need a distraction.”

All life was precious. Diana knew that to her marrow. It had been her first lesson, and she held that belief dearly to her core. Steve told her of the horrors of Hydra and the Nazis, but even then, she hadn’t had time to wrap her still very innocent mind around any kind of evil that would threaten and harm children.

Children were the future of humanity. They held the seeds of hope, and to hurt one made a rage burn deep within her. She’d been the one and only child on Themyscira. There’d been no other little girls for her to play hide and seek with. No one her size to wrestle with and learn to swim besides. Diana called the Amazons her sisters, but they’d been adults who tried not to remember their lives before the island.

“How can they do such a thing?” She asked the gods, sadness filling her dark eyes. The Princess had been taught about war and death even if her mother tried to prevent her from becoming a warrior, but she simply couldn’t understand senseless violence that hurt the innocent. Battles between warriors, she understood. Using weapons on unarmed innocents, she did not—could not.

“I will be your distraction, Steve Rogers,” she told him clearly, as she stood up, not caring if she was seen—in fast she was counting on it. “Get the hostages out of the church. I will draw their fire.” Diana placed her hand on his arm and squeezed it gently to show him that she had faith in him. “Do not worry about me. I will be all right. The children are what matters here. Not me. Not you.” Her lips drew in a straight line as she drew her sword once more. “Not them.”

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Bombshells Punching Nazis - Diana and Harley

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The invisible jet brightened Harley’s mood considerably. It was purely cool, and definitely the kind of thing she’d expect Wonder Woman to have. Besides, they were doing something. They were going to find Ivy, and that guy Wonder Woman seemed attached to.

Harley spotted the caravan when Wonder Woman pointed it out, and she leaned forward to study it carefully. By the time Wonder Woman even suggested it, Harley was already unbuckling her seat belt. “I’m gonna jump onto it.” Wonder Woman’s agreement earned a bright grin from Harley before she pushed up out of her seat and moved towards the back of the jet where she could jump out the door. 

“I need ya to get as low as possible, Wondergal. I can make the jump, but we need it to be quiet. Tell me when!”

The Invisible Jet was the most powerful piece of technology the Amazons that created on Themyscira, but Diana sorely missed her horse at this moment. The horse might not be invisible, but it would certainly be a lot easier to get close to the to the truck on the narrow mountain road. In the image of Harley balancing on the horse’s rump almost made her laugh.

Wonder Woman’s hands tightened on the control as she steered the jet closer, hoping against hope that the Nazis did not hear its engines. Splitting her attention between the top of the truck and how close the mountains edge was to the tip of her wing, she couldn’t spare her glance at Harley before she said, “Now, Harley, now!”

Diana turned away from the caravan as soon as Harley’s boots hit the roof of the truck. Now all she could do was wait, and follow as closely as possible without giving their plan away. She hated waiting, but this was the best chance to rescue Steve and Ivy from the Nazis.

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Of Shields and Gods - Diana & Captain America

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Watching Diana tip the tank over onto his side was a hell of a thing to see. It was something that had his breath catching for a moment, in a half-laugh, half-intake of air. He released it all on the half-laugh, though, and he was damn glad they were working together.

“Time for use to go,” he repeated, in completely agreement. Tank tipped over or not, there were always more men, were always more coming, and they didn’t have a lot of time – not with lives on the line.

His ears were still ringing from the gunfire, from the flat, metallic slam of Diana deflecting every single bullet. He’d used his shield, of course, but she’d saved him more than once. It was damn nice to fight at her side, to be able to focus on his own strikes, shield flying out to take down a gun, to slice through a mortar.

He didn’t doubt for a second that they would stop them. His own determination was something that went down to his bones. More than that, there was everything in Diana’s voice, in her purpose, in her certainty since the second they’d set out to come here, that told him she wouldn’t stop until they’d stopped them.

When they finally got to the closest line, just at the edge of the village, Steve ran forward, tossing himself right into the line. He struck out, heard the cries, the screams of the soldiers, of their own men, having taken a chance upon seeing them move forward. He could heard the villagers, he thought, and that just made him fight harder, frowning when he looked up, watching people scramble to take cover. The air smelled like smoke and dirt and sweat, and it was cloudy with all of those things.

As he watched, one of the enemy soldiers moved toward Diana and Steve called out her name, pushing himself forward to retrieve his shield, to throw it.

While Steven focused on the ground troops, Diana decided best bet was to go high. She’d seen him move quickly, but he didn’t seem to be old to jump as high as she edit conscious could. He was an exceptional warrior compared to the other she’d encountered since entering the fray at the front, but it was obvious he had not been trained from childhood by the Amazons as she had.

Bracing herself to leap she turned when she heard Steve’s voice and brought up her shield just in time to block an enemy soldier’s weapon. He grunted at the impact, his rifle shattering when he papers shield, and his eyes widened with fear. Twisting about, Diana slammed the hilt of her sword into his chin, and the Nazi collapsed unconscious into the dirt.

“Thank you,” Diana said, nodding toward Steve before leaping to the top of the wall. Her boots crunched on the damaged bricks, powdered mortar and broken glass grinding together. Dark eyes scanned the area, looking for the villagers and where they were being held. From her vantage point, she could see Captain America taking care of though she left behind, but what she learned of Steve Rogers was that he would not stay behind for long. Thankfully, the British and American troops were finally catching up with them which would allow Steve to join her.

A sharp hearing picked up the sound of crying hidden beneath the sound of weapons fire, and she took a deep breath before jumping from the wall into the village itself. Each building had been damaged from the war, walls covered with cracks and chipped paint, and not a single chimney had gone unscathed. The only vehicles will look like they would still run for those bearing Nazi symbols.

“I think they are holding them in the church.” She pointed her chin towards the old building or a few bits and pieces of stained-glass remained in the arched windows. “I hear children crying.”

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HIATUS NOTICE

Until NANOWRIMO is over, Diana is on hiatus. To be honest, I’m having a lot of trouble writing for her in general, and the hiatus might be permanent. 

Sorry guys,

Lee

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Shield Maidens - Sif & Diana

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Chocolate! How long had it been since Sif had allowed herself to have some chocolate? Far too long. But she loved it. It was all she could do to contain her excitement as the other woman approached with the tray of goodies.

“I do, actually,” she said with a nod. Sif took a bite of the cake, savoring it. Delicious. “I like both, but tea is much more soothing.” She grinned at Diana’s words. “I can’t cook to save my life, either. I can roast up meat and boil things, but that’s about it.”

Sif glanced up, following the other’s gaze. Beautiful, yet not like the stars on Asgard. Was it her imagination, or did they shine brighter at home? So much life, so much beauty. And yet so cold at the same time.

“Yes, temporarily. Earth needs help.” She hesitated before speaking again. “Most of my people don’t care very much for this realm. It’s primitive by our standards. The people children. But I’ve spent time here. Gotten to know some.” She looked down at her tea, a look of determination on her face. “They deserve to be protected, and that’s what I’m trying to do.”

Perhaps it was the time she spent with Bruce, but Diana had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that Sif had something on her mind. Of course, everyone did. She didn’t think she was lying or wished to harm anyone. It might simply be that she was too proud to ask for help—something Diana understood well from the heroes she knew and loved. She knew it from herself as well.

“Curiosity is not the only reason you came here, Lady Sif,” she said as she finished her slice of cake and picked up her cup of tea once more. It was barely warmer than the air, which was not at all pleasant. “Tell me how I can help you.”

She sat the cold tea down once more, and then reached across the small table to place a hand on the back of the other Warrior’s wrist in a friendly manner. Offering the other a small smile, Diana leaned closer. “Whatever the challenge is, I know that we can triumph. It is what we were born to do.”

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Slow Replies - Sorry

Real life has gotten very busy, and I’ve been more than a little depressed since I lost my cat of 18 years a month ago. I’m very sorry, and I’ll do my best to slip a reply in here and there when I’ve got an extra hour or so. 

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Of Shields and Gods - Diana & Captain America

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The war had, indeed, found them. It was dark around them, the dirt, the smoke, the haze – and then there was Diana. Bright, sharply distinct in the midst of so much dull, horrible madness. Steve narrowed his eyes, though, as Diana brought his attention to the village. The moment he saw it, a split second before the woman took off running, Steve felt something twist in his chest.

They’d fired on the innocent, on those with no defense, no real preparation. And it wasn’t a shock – shouldn’t be a shock, but Steve supposed it always would be. He supposed, too, that the moment he stopped feeling it as the horrible shock it truly was, he should be somewhere else. Because it should feel wrong, should feel horrible and bleak. He hated that feeling and knew it was necessary, just as fighting it, refusing to allow any of that to break his certainty that they could do the right thing, to breath through.

He took off after her, her name carrying through in a breathless shake of sound. She was fast, faster by far than him. Steve just kept moving, throwing his shield to take out some of the men firing at her. Certainly, her shield was keeping her safe, but he moved to cut off the fire power, at least from a few of the directions.

Leaping over, Steve landing at her side, carrying over just a few moments after she had landed. As he did, his shield came to him, sliding into his palm with a sharp snap and Steve lifted it to deflect a bullet a few moments after it stopped working entirely. “We need to cut off the source coming into the village,” Steve said. There was a thunk as the canon barrel fell to the ground. “If they’ve already taken anyone, we have to find them.”

Before either of them could charge toward the village, the hatch of the tank flew open, and a lanky man in a gray uniform opened fire on them with a machine gun. Diana had little experience with the high powered and fast weapon, but as she turned toward the man, it was as if time slowed around her. She could see each of the projectiles, track their speed, their angle, and stepping in front of Steve, she blocked each of the bullets with her bracers, angling them toward the enemy lines.

Antiope had cautioned her in her early training not to let bloodlust control her. Never let your guard down. Battle is not fair! Do not learn to enjoy it! Do it for those who cannot not, not because it is easy for you.

“I know,” she said under her breath as she took a pair of steps toward the gunman, grabbed him by the collar and tossed him off the tank into the mud where he landed in a heap. Her shield was too large to fit into the tank, so she decided it would be better if no one else could come out instead of going in. Yanking the hatch shut, she twisted the lock, sealing them in.

“Time for us to go,” she said to Steve as she jumped off the side of the tank and then once he was clear tipped it over on its side like a sleeping cow. “We will stop them.”

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“Can’t lie?” the Doctor asked, now a bit more scared than before.  He had heard rumors of his death, on a planet called Trenezlore, where a question would be asked in a situation where no living creature could answer falsely or fail to answer a question, a question he had been running from with good reason.  Could this lasso lead to his own death?  The very thought sent chills up his spine.

“I’m not trying to trap you,” he answered, “And I am not an enemy.  As for Earth, I’m partially just here having fun, and partially on Earth because my own planet is gone.”

It was questionable whether the Perfect would work on the alien, but she decided to trust it—and him. He said he wasn’t an enemy just on Earth for fun, and he was probably lonely with his people being lost to him. That was something Diana understood very well—without Themyscira, without Steven, and with Etta long gone…

“Show me your time machine, Doctor. I am curious about it.” The Amazon Princess followed the man to his police box. At one time in her long life, such an object was common, but the invention of cellular phones had negated the need for phonebooths and police boxes in the United States and Europe. It was a quaint reminder of the past that brought a sad smile to her face.

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Bombshells Punching Nazis - Diana and Harley

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doctorharleymd:

Harley managed to get a few steps in before turning back around. She didn’t know where they were. So Wonder Woman made a good point about needing to find them first. 

She folded her arms across her chest as Wonder Woman straightened. There was a power pose if she ever saw one. Harley nodded as her gaze strayed from Wonder Woman to the sky, and then back around them. At least if it rained, all of Ivy’s plants would stay alive longer. The people here deserved a reminder of what happened when Poison Ivy was attacked. 

When her eyes fell on Wonder Woman again, they were icy but attentive. “No, I’m not afraid of heights. I’m a gymnast. If you got a way to get us into the sky, then let’s go, Wondergal. We’re not waiting for Waller to get here. We can radio it in or whatever, but I’m not just sittin’ here waiting for anything.”

Diana glanced at Harley as she flew her invisible plane in a slow spiral from the sight of the attack. It was silent, casting no shadow, with no running lights to alert anyone on the ground below. Her blue eyes were narrowed as she scanned for any sign of the bad guys, silently praying to the gods to find them soon.

“There!” she said, pointing at a convoy of six vehicles speeding along a narrow road winding around a mountain. Wonder Woman frowned as she piloted the plane closer to the swastika emblazoned trucks and jeeps. She knew in her soul that Steven was inside of one of them, but they didn’t dare attack now.

“We can’t land here. The road isn’t wide enough, and if we attack they might go over the edge.” She also prayed that Harley wouldn’t insist on jumping out of the plane and landing on to biggest truck—which wasn’t the worst idea. “I have an idea. It will be very dangerous. Do you think you can land on top of the truck without them knowing you’re there? If you can do that, I can follow along until they get to wherever they are going.”

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Invisible plane - Wikipedia