𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.

diana prince . wonder woman . 

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cptntrevors​:

he doesn’t seem to have much of a choice but to trust the woman’s word. somehow, she simultaneously feels like a complete stranger and the most familiar presence in the world, and it’s muddling his brain. steve decides to ignore his wandering thoughts and turn his full attention to the woman sitting beside him. even her company grounds him. warms him. he feels at peace, at home. everything feels right somehow, and he’s growing increasingly frustrated that he can’t remember their past together. maybe it hurts even more to know and not remember than it does to not remember at all.

“above average?” he can’t help but smirk at the innuendo, immediately taking notice of the blush on diana’s cheeks. it’s adorable, and he reaches out without thinking, grabbing hold of one of her hands to clasp in his own. it feels so familiar somehow, like the missing puzzle piece he never noticed was suddenly being returned to its rightful place again. “i trust you. i’ll wait until you think it’s the right time,” he nods, glancing down at their hands and then up at her lips. he catches himself soon enough and looks back up at her eyes, his expression softened. “does this mean you aren’t kicking me out anytime soon?” steve has no idea what kind of plans she has in store for them, but he’s certain the last thing he wants to do is return to his own apartment, alone and contemplating everything he thought he once knew.

it  would  need  work  ,  though  diana  was  no  stranger  when  it  came  to  hard  work  .  besides  ,  steve  seemed  more  than  willing  to  put  in  his  own  work  and  that  made  it  all  that  more  easy  .  his  reaching  is  welcomed  ,  her  hands  eagerly  allowing  steve’s  to  close  around  them  .  it  didn’t  matter  to  diana  ,  in  any  degree  of  his  memory  .  steve  was  alive  and  she  simply  could  not  ask  for  more  .  

“  it’s  a  long  story  ,  worth  discussing  .  “  the  sides  of  her  mouth  only  extend  her  smile  ,  her  thumb  trailing  over  his  index  finger  .  “  no  ,  of  course  not  .  you’re  welcome  to  say  here  as  long  as  you  like  ,  for  me  ,  it  feels  like  a  reunion  .  we  move  at  your  pace  .  that’s  all  .  “  a  few  months  on  the  couch  didn’t  even  seem  to  bother  diana  ,  who  would  willingly  offer  up  her  own  bed  for  such  a  guest  .  

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cptntrevors​:

a normal person would probably burst into laughter upon being told by a stranger that they were hand-built from clay, but steve was already trying to process even stranger things, especially his own death, which he still had a hard time comprehending. instead, he just gives the woman a curious look, one eyebrow raised as he meets her gaze. “zeus? as in.. the greek god?” now he was supposed to accept that greek mythology was real, too, and it was beginning to feel somewhat difficult to keep up. “how is any of this possible? i thought  —  we’re taught that it’s all make believe, but you’re telling me it’s real?”

the hand that was caressing her cheek had moved down to rest on her knee, though he hesitated before placing it fully in case she showed any sign of discomfort. on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy his touch, and it relaxed him to know that his impulses weren’t completely unfounded. they truly did love each other, even if he didn’t remember it. “it’s nice to meet you, diana, princess of themyscira. i’m steve, your average american soldier,” he said with a dry chuckle. it was ridiculous, how this demi-goddess showed any interest in him, someone who wasn’t special at all. someone so ordinary. 

a  likely  response  ,  though  he  seemingly  took  the  information  better  than  she  had  expected  him  to  .  which  allowed  the  woman  a  slight  feeling  of  relief  .  “  it  is  strange  ,  i  know  .  i  only  need  you  to  know  that  i  would  not  lie  to  you  .  everything  i  tell  you  is  the  truth  .  “  her  brown  eyes  have  softened  ,  even  further  than  before  .  diana’s  gaze  filled  with  warmth  ,  comforted  in  the  stillness  of  their  surroundings  .  

“  above  average  .  “  she  corrects  ,  her  smile  brilliant  .  “  there  is  a  story  about  that  .  i  would  only  learn  the  true  reasoning  behind  it  many  years  ago  .  nativity  .  her  cheeks  display  a  pink  tint  ,  it  had  been  hilarious  to  look  back  on  the  encounter  with  a  more  detailed  understanding  of  the  situation  .  his  touch  is  welcomed  ,  allowing  one  of  her  hands  to  tap  against  his  knuckles  .  “  someday  ,  i  will  share  that  with  you  .  when  the  time  is  right  .  “

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cptntrevors​:

he cradles her face in his hand, looking at her like some sort of mystical creature. to him, she was. nothing about her made any sense, and she was obviously keeping information from him. her responses were always brief, short. to the point. steve wanted more. she was unreadable, though sometimes the expressions on her face revealed her true feelings.

“how?” he demands, though his voice is soft. gentle. warm. the look of sheer panic on her face as he woke up still lingered in his mind, and he never wanted to make her feel that way again. “how did you do that?” he remembers how it felt, the fear of losing her closing his throat up, making him feel as though he couldn’t breathe. she was so certain, so determined that she would be fine, and he couldn’t understand how until he saw for himself. “who are you?” he whispers, wanting to unfold every layer of her until all that’s left is diana, a woman, the woman he knew he loved. it was going to take time, he knew, for them to open up to each other, but steve couldn’t bear it anymore. he needed answers.

it  felt  easier  on  the  island    to  explain  herself  .  who  she  was  .  what  she  was  .  without  the  history  .  but  diana  persisted  ,  steve  deserved  to  know  the  answers  to  these  questions  if  he  felt  ready  to  truly  hear  them  .  “  my  name  is  diana  .  i’m  from themyscira  .  i  was  sculpted  from  clay  by  my  mother  .  my  father  is  zeus  .  “  she  takes  a  moment  ,  aware  that  this  information  had  taken  time  to  settle  --  even  before  his  memory  was  wiped  .  

she  maintains  a  close  proximity  to  the  man  ,  almost  paranoid  he  would  flee  .  “  you  found  the  island  ,  i  saved  you  and  brought  you  to  land  .  when  we  sailed  to  this  --world  ,  the  man-made  world  ,  we  arrived  in  england  .  --  “  another  pause  ,  her  dark  eyes  steady  .  “  i  am  not  human  .  not  in  the  way  that  you  are  .  “  considering  the  sculpted  of  clay  ,  that  seemed  almost  obivious  .  “  to  hide  my  identity  ,  we  used  the  name  diana  prince  .  i  am  diana  ,  princess  of  themyscira  .  “

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cptntrevors​:​

the offer to spend the night was one he easily accepted, though he was still going to be gentlemanly about it. the couch was comfortable enough, and he had no great difficulty falling asleep. there were the usual late night thoughts that kept him awake for longer than he would’ve liked to, but he eventually found himself in a deep sleep, one that felt better than any other he’d had in the past few weeks.

the last thing he sees is diana walking alone into a storm of bullets as he stays behind and watches in horror and amazement. he’d tried to reach out for her and stop her, but she was just as stubborn as he was. then he’s suddenly pulled back into her apartment, and he sits upright immediately, chest rising and falling as he takes deep breaths, trying to control his unsteady breathing. wordlessly, he hesitantly reaches out for her and cradles her face, admiring the sight of her for a moment. she was real, she was here. “diana,” he breathes out, not taking his gaze off of her. “i thought you  –  i saw you walking into the line of sight. there were hundreds of bullets …” he lets out a sigh of relief once he realizes that it was, in fact, a dream. “was that a dream.. or a memory?”

her  breathing  has  hitched  ,  chin  resting  in  the  man’s  warm  palm  .  his  dreams  struck  a  chord  ,  one  that  diana  had  glossed  over  as  best  as  she  possibly  could  .  to  speak  of  the  wars  was  enough  ,  it’s  description  in  detail  was  better  left  unsaid  .  or  so  she  had  believed  .  “  a  memory  .  “  her  response  is  plain  ,  sparing  most  of  it  .  “  i  was  wearing  my  armor  .  “  diana  insists  ,  though  it’s  very  easy  to  remember  the  similar  response  held  as  she  had  charged  forward  .  

her  hand  moves  to  ghost  over  his  ,  allowing  it  to  press  harder  against  her  cheek  .  “  these  are  the  dreams  you  spoke  of  ?  yes  ?  those  are  memories  .  “  it  pained  her  that  his  mind  was  reliving  it  ,  the  worst  parts  ,  at  that  .  of  war  .  the  pain  it  brought  .  the  senselessness  of  it  all  .  “  you  learned  very  quickly  not  to  underestimate  me  .  “  

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he  had  jolted  .  diana  was  entirely  positive  .  the  light  of  the  morning  had  barely  cast  it’s  glow  over  the  apartment  ,  he  had  spent  the  night  .  an  offer  of  the  couch  ,  which  seemed  as  respectful  and  in  line  with  everything  steve  trevor  stood  for  .  she  had  attempted  to  sleep  in  her  bed  ,  she  had  .  though  an  hour  o  tossing  and  turning  had  led  diana  to  trailing  back  out  into  the  living  area  .  a  blanket  wrapped  around  her  and  a  pillow  ,  taking  a  spot  just  a  few  steps  shy  of  the  couch  .  

she  had  gotten  a  few  hours  ,  the  most  as  compared  to  the  last  few  weeks  .  it  was  more  comfortable  having  steve  there  ,  even  if  it  was  not  the  same  as  it  was  .  his  jolting  had  caused  the  woman  to  sit  upright  ,  the  blankets  still  wrapped  around  legs  as  she  shakes  him  awake  .  a  panic  having  ensued  as  he  doesn’t  stir  ,  forcing  her  voice  to  crack  .  “  steve  --  STEVE  .” @cptntrevors​

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cptntrevors​:

it was only then that steve realized he hadn’t been properly getting his point across. diana’s surprise at his comment fills him with a nervousness that hadn’t been there before. what if she didn’t want that with him? he wasn’t her steve. “i mean  —  only if you want me to.” there’s a vulnerability in his tone and expression as he looks up into her eyes and gives a gentle shrug. “i understand if you … aren’t interested.”

he nods once, convinced by her expression alone that she’s being sincere with him. she seemed to have enough resources and information to begin a proper investigation of sorts. steve wonders briefly about the group of friends she’d mentioned working with. “in my dreams, i keep seeing you with what looks like a glowing rope. i saw you use it on me once. what does it do?”

it  was  a  surprising  .  though  ,  for  diana  ,  this  only  seemed  to  prove  that  the  connection  held  between  the  pair  had  been  just  as  deep  for  him  as  it  was  for  her  .  it  was  reassuring  .  that  something  so  real  --  so  pure  had  withstood  so  much  .  that  even  steve  ,  in  the  current  state  ,  was  still  as  willing  .  a  hand  has  broken  the  respective  barrier  ,  her  fingers  running  over  his  jawline  ,  trailing  .  there  is  a  slight  hum  to  her  tone  as  her  fingers  move  slowly  .  their  touch  had  always  been  a  welcome  bond  between  the  pair  ,  an  unspoken  devotion  .    “  i  am  not  the  one  to  be  worried  about  .  you’re  still  my  steve  .  “

the  glowing  rope  .  “  the  lasso  of  truth  .  “  she  corrects  ,  breaking  their  touch  as  she  stands  .  diana’s  description  of  the  item  continues  even  as  she  vanishes  into  another  room  of  her  apartment  ,  returning  with  the  long  golden  lasso  .  “  it  allows  the  truth  to  be  heard  ,  one  is  not  allowed  ..  or  able  to  lie  when  holding  it  .  or  being  held  by  it  .  “

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cptntrevors​:

the blush on diana’s cheeks quickly becomes the most beautiful thing steve has ever seen, and he can’t help it when he laces their fingers together and brings them to his lips, a delicate kiss pressed against the back of her hand. “i may not be the steve you remember, or the steve you want, but i’m still me. it’s like … things are coming back to me, but only through dreams.” he remembers being on some island with her, but there’s no recollection of how or why he went there. “diana, what i’m trying to say is that even though i can’t remember my love for you, i’m willing to relearn it.” he inwardly cringes almost immediately afterwards, the fear that he’s coming on too strong causing him to involuntarily pull back slightly from her.

 “just before the war,” he repeats after her, carefully studying the watch to make sure that it was identical to his own, which he was certain it was. “my dad gave me mine just before i left for training, when i first enlisted. how is this possible?” he gently hands it back to her, not wanting to cause any damage to what she has clearly been trying to preserve as carefully as possible. “are my memories even real?”

there’s  a  jolt  that  runs  through  her  ,  the  connection  of  his  lips  against  the  skin  of  her  knuckles  .  it’s  thoughtful  ,  and  intimate  .  a  line  that  diana  was  steady  trying  to  walk  ,  curious  as  to  his  own  interpretation  .  he  speaks  of  dreams  and  she  is  almost  painfully  aware  of  what  many  of  them  way  entail  ,  the  contents  having  been  reminisced  over  and  over  .  had  she  misheard  him  ?  “  you’re  willing  to  relearn  it  ?  “  her  expression  allows  the  show  of  her  words  to  leak  through  ,  it  was  a  hesitance  to  grasp  what  he  meant  .  shielding  herself  from  any  form  of  disappointment  .  

“  i  don’t  know  .  we’ll  find  out  though  ,  i  can  promise  you  that  .  “  it  was  already  her  plan  to  enlist  the  help  of  her  friends  .  there  was  not  a  single  doubt  that  the  likes  of  kal-el  and  bruce  could  get  to  the  very  base  of  all  of  this  .  it  had  been  her  intention  to  call  them  weeks  ago  ,  upon  even  bumping  into  steve  .  it  was  put  off  .  diana  needed  time  ,  though  perhaps  this  was  a  calling  for  her  to  return  their  messages  .  with  the  watch  back  in  her  hand  ,  diana  runs  a  fingertip  over  the  metal  casing  .  “  we’ll  have  a  better  understanding  of  it  .  soon  .  “

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cptntrevors​:

her smile and the squeeze of her hand lets steve believe that he’s gotten his point across. he wants to get to know her, but he also wants to get to know them. what they’d been to each other, what they liked, what they had done together. whatever love he once held for her seemed to remain inside of him without his permission, but even now, gazing at this near stranger, he can’t help but feel completely content by her side. “do you still? love me, i mean. or the other version of me, i guess. you love him, right?” it’s unprompted, but steve has grown curious, and he needs a definitive answer before he begins trying to navigate whatever relationship they seemed to be forming.

his father had given him the watch when he left for basic training, which seemed like a lifetime ago. it practically was. steve has held onto it for nearly half his life, and it’s his most prized possession as well. “yeah, it was my dad’s. he died when i was on active duty a few years back.” at least, that’s what he remembers. he’s already started questioning everything, even his existence, so who knows what happened? it’s insane and impossible and ridiculous and steve’s internally freaking out about it, yes, but not with diana beside him. “where did i  —  he?  —  tell you he got the other one?”

“  i  do  .  still  .  “  diana  admits  ,  though  there  is  no  doubting  the  feeling  of  heat  rising  in  her  cheeks  .  it  shouldn’t  have  felt  strange  ,  to  admit  this  .  but  even  now  ,  this  was  the  first  time  she  had  ,  outloud  to  him  .  having  been  unable  to  do  so  before  he  died  .  “  you’re  both  the  same  .  you’re  still  the  same  person  ,  just  with  different  context.  “  this  was  stated  proudly  ,  as  she  had  successfully  made  her  mind  on  the  matter  .  he  was  still  steve  .  he  was  still  her  steve  .  “  i  know  that  the  love  you  feel  for  me  is  different  from  that  ,  it’s  okay  .  “

the  watch  had  stopped  ticking  years  prior  ,  diana  had  refused  any  form  of  refurbishment  for  it  .  paranoid  that  some  damage  would  be  done  .  it  was  best  to  leave  it  .  sitting  and  silent  .  “  that  before  your  mission  in  turkey  ,  your  dad  had  given  it  to  you  .  just  before  the  war  .  “  brown  eyes  gaze  from  the  small  watch  and  back  to  steve  ,  a  softened  smile  across  her  lips  .  “  he  would  have  been  very  proud  of  you  .  “

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cptntrevors​:

while one part of steve is delighted to hear that diana isn’t seeing anyone else, another part of him can’t help but feel a little guilty. that meant this woman had gone over a century alone, never opening her heart again, never moving past their romance. it’s upsetting to know that she’s remained stuck on him for so long. even though he hardly knows her, he’s certain that his other self would want her to be happy. “you loved me that much?” he asks, voice soft but genuine. “i’m sorry you were alone for so long, diana. but i …” he looks down at their hands, then back up at her teary eyes. “however long i’m here, i want to spend it with you. getting to know you. again.”

while she speaks like someone who has comes to terms with his apparent death, steve can tell by her memorabilia that she hasn’t. when she disappears for a few moments, he takes the time to observe the newspaper clippings more fully. his fingertips run across the glass frame as he reads the small print that declare him a war hero, his head shaking in amazement. in a matter of weeks, this woman appeared in his life and turned it upside down.

then she’s handing him something, and he looks down with confusion at the watch, though the confusion quickly transforms into shock. he knows this watch. “i gave this to you?” he repeats in astonishment, turning the watch over in his hands to observe it. surely enough, it’s a replica of the one he has stashed in his bedside table, but it’s much older. “you’ve kept it all this time.” it’s an observation rather than a question. “i have one, too. in my own apartment.”

the  warmth  of  his  hands  have  left  her  comforted  ,  although  she  struggled  still  .  his  lack  of  memories  felt  like  a  missing  piece  ,  but  this  was  a  start  .  steve  trevor  was  alive  ,  breathing  and  hearing  her  out  .  that  was  all  that  seemed  to  matter  to  the  woman  at  this  point  .  “  of  course  i  did  .  my  first  and  only  love  .  and  it  was  real  .  “  she  offers  his  hand  a  squeeze  ,  the  flicker  of  a  smile  present  .  difficult  ,  but  a  start  .  it  was  more  than  one  could  hope  for  .  though  ,  for  diana  ,  still  plagued  with  present  naivety  ,  has  not  considered  this  of  romantic  intent  .  allowing  him  to  get  to  know  her  --  as  a  friend  .  accepting  the  painful  notion  that  he  did  not  love  her  in  the  way  that  she  desired  .  that  it  was  not  enough  of  the  body  if  the  mind  did  not  agree  .  “  i  would  like  that  .  “

a  nod  of  dark  hair  ,  watching  cautiously  .  diana  seldom  brought  the  watch  out  of  it’s  bag  ,  fragility  in  it’s  age  left  her  very  careful  with  it  .  “  yes  .  it’s  my  most  treasured  possession  .  our  pictures  ,  too  .  etta  helped  me  frame  the  newspaper  clippings  ,  we  would  save  everything  .”  her  eyebrows  lower  ,  furrowing  in  confusion  .  “  you  do  ?  “  among  steve  basically  rising  from  the  dead  ,  diana  couldn't  understand  the  placement  of  a  replica  .  or  ,  who  would  have  given  it  to  him  .  

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cptntrevors​:

the more he learned about his previous self, the more steve was impressed with the man diana had fallen in love with. he just jumped in, no hesitation, and saved the world? but there’s also the fact that in her details, diana confessed that life was never the same after their short-lived romance, and that worries him. “did you ever.. see anyone else?” his lips purse momentarily after he asks, a little ashamed of himself for needing to know whether she had moved on.

as soon as she begins to tear up, steve is involuntarily leaning in, needing to be closer to her, to comfort her, at the first sign of emotion. he can’t help it, and the ease with which he does it surprises him. just how attached to this woman is he? “i’m sorry that we didn’t get to have that life together. i’m sure it would’ve been a great one.” he reaches out, hands shaking a little, and delicately wipes a tear away before it has the chance to fall. 

her  composure  is  threatened  ,  leaving  diana  to  attempt  any  form  of  maintenance  on  it  .  it  was  natural  ,  and  even  though  he  was  somehow  taking  a  seat  with  her  ,  she  had  grieved  him  .  for  decades  .  “  no  .  i  had  no  need  for  it  .  “  her  statement  is  matter-of-fact  ,  a  confirmation  .  “  i  had  no  desire  to  move  on  which  can  be  difficult  for  some  to  understand  .  when  you  have  something  real  ,  even  for  a  short  amount  of  time  ,  that  is  enough  .  you  hold  onto  it  .  “  

his  show  of  comfort  has  seemed  to  make  the  tears  worse  ,  now  arriving  in  multiples  along  her  cheeks  .  diana  leans  back  ,  using  the  backs  of  her  hands  to  clear  away  any  further  sign  of  it  .  “  it  would  have  been  .  it  would  .  you  needed  to  do  it  ,  for  others  to  have  that  life  .  it  was  noble  ,  i  understand  why  it  had  to  be  done  .  “  

now  ,  with  her  hands  resting  in  her  lap  --  her  tea  abandoned  on  the  table  now  going  cold  ,  diana  allows  a  shaky  breath  .  if  she  had  already  dumped  this  mess  of  information  on  him  ,  it  was  only  fair  to  show  the  final  object  .  her  walk  to  her  office  is  brisk  ,  and  it  ends  with  her  laying  the  watch  in  his  palm  .  “  this  was  your  father’s  .  you  placed  it  into  my  hand  while  you  said  goodbye  .  i  keep  it  in  my  office  during  the  day  ,  and  in  my  room  at  night  .  “

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a bizarre feeling comes with learning that your death was a heroic one, but learning that your death saved the world? it’s too much information at once, and he isn’t sure how to process it. steve’s head has already started to feel like it’s pounding, but something about diana’s presence nonetheless brings him a sense of comfort. it’s a relief to know that he isn’t going through it alone, at least.

after a long pause, he continues. “okay, so i just casually saved the world by blowing up a plane?” he chuckles at that, partially because it does sound like something he would do. steve was an honest and loyal man, and if given the option of saving the world and dying or not saving the world, he would choose to die every time. it was just in his nature to be that way.

the first touch of contact. their hands. her hand feels soft against his, and he instinctively takes hers in his to lace their fingers together. it’s a simple act that immediately relaxes him. “exactly. it’s like . . my body knows you even if my mind doesn’t.” as perplexed as he is by the entire situation, there’s one thing steve has never been more certain of in his life: that he loves diana prince with all his heart. “what were we like back then? were we happy?”

“  as  if  it  was  just  another  day  .  you  jumped  in  ,  you  saved  the  world  .  “  diana  confirms  ,  she  remembered  that  final  conversation  well  .  his  watch  sitting  in  her  desk  ,  here  ,  in  the  apartment  .  his  words  had  taken  moments  to  sink  in  to  her  then  ,  moments  that  were  whisked  away  too  soon  .  

his  action  has  eased  her  ,  having  prepared  herself  for  a  pull  away  .  there  were  borders  ,  ones  that  diana  was  unsure  on  when  or  how  to  properly  cross  them  .  she  gives  his  hand  a  squeeze  ,  though  his  words  have  left  her  trying  to  piece  together  how  to  properly  word  the  following  .  

“  we  were  as  happy  as  we  could  be  .  in  those  circumstances  .  we  didn’t  get  to  be  with  each  other  very  long  .  “  her  eyes  had  started  to  water  ,  long  dark  lashes  dampened  as  she  allows  her  gaze  to  rest  ahead  .  “  we  didn’t  have  enough  time  .  you  would  tell  me  what  life  was  like  when  there  was  no  war  .  of  reading  newspapers  .  dancing  .  i  lived  after  the  war  ,  but  it  just  was  not  the  same  .  “  all  that  he  had  spoken  about  ,  diana  had  pictured  with  him  .  the  marriage  .  the  babies  .  the  ease  of  life  in  all  of  it's  normalcy  .  his  loss  had  only  pushed  her  further  into  work  ,  to  assist  with  the  absence  of  this  desire  .

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cptntrevors​:

etta. another name that steve has no recollection of, but he simply sits back and listens to diana as she explains the life he doesn’t know. the rational part of him knows it’s crazy, but he can’t help but believe every word she speaks. something about her draws him in and convinces him to trust her, and before he knows it, steve is leaning in closer, desperate for every little detail she could give him. his friends, all dead, and he has no idea who they were. 

he had died, and somehow he was alive again, existing over a century later, living a completely different life. he looks down at his hands, now shaking in his lap, and lets out a deep breath. his dreams were so vivid that he always woke up convinced they hadn’t been a dream at all. it felt real, all of these dreams, these memories, and she was in every single one of them. diana, this mysterious woman who pulled him in like a siren. as confused and disoriented as he is, steve can’t imagine leaving her now. he never wants to leave her, he realizes, completely stunned.

the one question that demands to be asked sits on his tongue until she’s finished speaking. he looks up at her briefly, then back down to the pictures and medals that apparently belonged to him. “how did i die?” there’s a frown on his face as he tries to process his thoughts, but it seems impossible now. 

but then he’s pulled from his thoughts with a start, gaze piercing hers as their eyes meet. “i think i’m still in love with you, and i don’t know you.”

she  doesn’t  know  when  to  stop  .  there  doesn’t  seem  to  be  a  perfect  way  to  end  the  discussion  .  even  as  his  hands  begin  to  shake  ,  diana  pleading  with  herself  to  figure  out  some  way  to  alleviate  it  .  he  wanted  answers  ,  he  had  asked  for  answers  .  she  was  trying  to  give  them  ,  as  best  as  she  could  ,  as  discrete  as  she  could  .  the  details  were  painful  ,  even  more  so  to  uncover  .  diana  had  allowed  herself  to  relive  the  happy  moments  ,  the  realty  of  it  was  upsetting  enough  .  

“  you  saved  the  world  .  you  died  in  a  plane  explosion  ,  destroying  the  weapons  that  would  be  used  for  violence  against  innocent  people  .  we  won  ,  because  of  you  .  “  which  ,  is  exactly  how  diana  felt  .  in  fact  ,  she  knew  his  sacrifice  was  what  allowed  her  to  find  the  strength  to  do  what  she  needed  to  .  it  was  all  she  could  cling  to  ,  softening  the  blow  of  losing  him  .  

there’s  a  trace  of  a  smile  ,  the  curve  of  her  lips  as  she  reaches  out  .  placing  a  hand  on  his  ,  diana  offers  a  squeeze  ,  shaking  his  hand  slightly  .  “  i  believe  we’re  on  the  same  page  .  “  the  raven-haired  woman  admits  ,  allowing  a  gentle  sigh  to  escape  her  .  “  it’s  the  feeling  ,  isn’t  it  ?  “

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her response is simply not satisfactory, but before steve can demand any more from her, she’s walking around and grabbing frames from the walls. the contents are all still unfamiliar, but his frustration quickly turns into utter confusion as soon as he reads his own name on the old newspaper clippings. the photographs confuse him even more  —  sure enough, there he is, standing beside diana, who is coincidentally wearing the costume he’s seen in his dreams.

there’s no doubt in his mind that those pictures are of himself, but he doesn’t recognize any of the other men in the photograph. time travel wasn’t real, but here he was, over a century later looking not much older than he does in the photograph. “who are they?” he demands, pointing to the other men in the picture.

“how? how is any of this possible? why can’t you give me an explanation?” he sounds angry, but his anger is not directed at her. it’s the world he’s angry with. if it was true, if he had somehow fought in the first world war alongside her, they must have time traveled together. had science really advanced that much in ten years? “i can’t escape you, diana. you’re all i think about. you’re in each of my dreams. what is happening to me?” he’s desperate now, arms thrown in the air in frustration as he straightens up his posture. “who am i?”

our  friends  .  etta  is  missing  from  this  ,  she  took  care  of  you  in  more  ways  than  she  was  given  credit  for  .  “  diana  states  ,  her  tone  solemn  .  “  etta  and  i  kept  in  touch  for  years  after  ,  she  passed  away  about  forty  years  ago  now  .  old  age  ,  and  peaceful  .  the  boys  have  all  since  passed  away  as  well  .  charlie  not  long  after  the  war  ,  chief  was  living  in  russia  --  his  was  old  age  as  well  .  sameer  died  in  the  40′s.  “  all  of  these  ,  seemed  to  be  grim  reminders  .  that  the  chapter  of  that  life  was  closed  ,  pages  turned  with  the  death  of  each  member  .  

diana  holds  her  tongue  ,  she  was  trying  to  be  delicate  .  she  was  .  the  topics  asked  just  seemed  to  tear  away  at  the  attempts  made  ,  it  was  raw  ,  still  .  even  so  many  years  later  .  “  i  do  not  know  how  it  is  possible  .  you  died  .  as  far  as  i  had  known  ,    you  have  been  dead  since  the  very  last  time  i  spoke  to  you  .  you  died  minutes  later  .  i  do  not  know  how  you  are  here  .  “  her  persistence  is  pleading  honesty  .  

a  balancing  act  ,  with  diana  taking  the  leap  .  although  for  him  it  was  confusion  ,  understandably  so  ,    she  knew  why  it  was  difficult  .  it  was  difficult  to  shake  because  it  was  real  .  etta  had  confirmed  it  to  her  ,  as  much  as  steve’s  very  last  words  to  her  had  .  “  we  were  in  love  .  completely  .  if  your  dreams  are  anything  like  mine  ,  i  think  you  already  know  that  .  “

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a group of people people known for helping out the community doesn’t ring a bell, but steve has been across the world for the last decade of his life, so he chalks it up to simply not knowing much about the state of new york society. it makes sense, though, given diana’s above average height and the clearly defined muscles in her arms. in his dreams, steve sees her in a suit of some kind, usually with a shield, and he wonders for a moment whether the suit is even real, or merely a figment of his imagination. 

his mind’s fascination with her tug at his heart, and as she pours herself a cup of tea, he can’t help but observe her every movement. she seems irrationally calm around him given the fact that he had essentially stalked her back to her apartment. he doesn’t bother to pour himself any tea, his attention drawn completely to the woman sitting near him, and when she finally answers his questions, he feels a wave of nausea hit him all at once.

they couldn’t be memories. steve has his memories, and he would remember being with someone like diana. it’s true, he is captain steve trevor, but he lets out a humorless laugh when she includes the detail of his service being during the first world war. no, if he had been alive during the war, he’d be over a hundred years old. it’s impossible.

“very funny.” though there’s no flash of humor in his expression, and he’s starting to feel an uncomfortable and hot sensation all over his body. she’s mocking him, that much he’s certain of. “i served in the air force until four months ago, and i’m pretty sure i’m not over a hundred years old.” but her expression reveals to him that she’s trying to put on a serious face, and he wonders how much of it she believes to be true. it would be a strange coincidence for him to resemble another captain steve trevor from the previous century, but weirder things have happened.

“listen, i hate to be the one to break it to you, but i’m having dreams, not memories. you’re honestly telling me we’re over a century old?” he motions between them, two people not even yet middle-aged, and shakes his head incredulously. “i don’t know if this is some kind of joke, but it’s not funny.”

the  response  was  truly  what  diana  had  been  hoping  to  avoid  .  in  fact  ,  her  avoidance  of  him  entirely  was  put  in  place  so  that  this  conversation  would  not  have  to  happen  ,  for  his  own  good  .  and  in  a  way  ,  her  own  good  .  “  i  answered  your  questions.  “  the  woman  responds  ,  her  tone  steady  although  it  was  difficult  to  push  down  the  arising  feelings  in  her  stomach  .  upset  ,  outrage,  amongst  many  others  .  

with  a  sharp  exhale  ,  and  a  confusion  over  whether  or  not  she  was  doing  the  right  thing  ,  diana  has  placed  her  cup  down  onto  a  coaster  ,  in  a  few  swift  movements  ,  she  has  taken  two  frames  from  the  wall  .  both  containing  stories  of  captain  steve  trevor  and  his  service  .  a  few  medals  awarded  after  his  death  .  although  these  contained  photographs  of  him,  it  was  not  the  picture  she  desired  .  

this  one  was  removed  from  her  bedroom  ,  and  she  returned  with  the  three  items  in  tow  ,  placing  them  one  by  one  onto  the  glass  table  .  the  last  photograph  ,  one  of  her  most  treasured  possessions  .  is  showcased  on  a  glass  plate  ,  clearly  showing  it’s  age  .  “  1918  .  “  her  nail  taps  against  it  .  “  charlie  .  sameer  ,  chief  .  you  .  me  . “  diana  has  now  returned  to  her  seat  ,  looking  back  towards  steve  .  her  brown  eyes  focus  on  him  alone  ,  the  concern  completely  evident  within  them  .  “  if  i  was  trying  to  be  funny  ,  you  would  know  .  i  have  become  very  smart  with  jokes  .  the  flash  has  told  me  himself  .”  

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a wave of relief washes through steve as soon as he’s invited into the apartment. he quickly brushes past diana and is immediately overwhelmed with the scent of her. it’s completely incomprehensible ; there’s no reason he should feel comforted by the smell of her, but he finds himself inhaling deeply once he’s settled on the loveseat. the apartment isn’t what he expected it to be by any means. it hardly even looks lived in, and compared to his own, it’s spotless, more like a display apartment than a real one. 

it hits him once he looks around to observe his surroundings that this woman is special. there are medals he doesn’t recognize, as well as newspaper clippings that appear a century old, hanging on the walls. diana is a mystery to him, and it makes steve even more confused that this woman has invaded every one of his senses. “are you a politician of some kind?” the question is genuine as he waits for her to put the kettle on. he’s still buzzing with caffeine from his cafe visit, but he doesn’t think it’s physically possible to say no to her.

he finally tears his eyes aware from the barren apartment and finds himself struggling to choose his words. he can’t just outright tell her he’s dreaming about her, that images of her, of them, flash across his mind each night. jaw clenches as he looks up from his lap to meet her gaze. “who are you?” he hates how uncertain his voice sounds when he says it, so he clears his throat and tries again. “i mean, i feel like … part of me knows you, and i don’t know how or why. have you been having … dreams?”

it  felt  strange  ,  to  have  steve  in  her  apartment  .  if  anything  ,  it  felt  like  a  clash  of  two  lives  ,  one  having  been  lived  and  the  other  currently  living  .  like  a  timeline  meshing  together  .  it  was  difficult  to  grasp  the  contrast  of  it  ,  even  as  diana  glanced  towards  him,  she  struggled  to  truly  understand  how  substantial  this  was.  the  glance,  settled  a  little  too  long,  unable  to  break  away  from  him.

it  seemed  to  feel  like  had  she  blinked  ,  he  would  dissolve  away  .  though  as  the  minutes  blended  together  ,  this  didn’t  seem  to  be  the  case  ,  allowing  diana  to  be  more  confident  and  ..  more  confused  .  “  politician  ?  no  ,  no  .  a  group  of  my  friends  and  i  help  out  in  the  community  .  “  that  was  probably  the  best  way  to  put  the  justice  league  and  their  mission  .

the  question  is  ,  as  expected  ,  a  loaded  one  .  it’s  with  this  that  diana  excuses  herself  ,  drawn  to  the  whistling  kettle  and  returns  with  tea  and  a  small  sugar  dish  .  “  my  name  is  diana  .  and  yes  ,  i  do  have  dreams  .  “  she  remains  standing  ,  pouring  the  boiled  water  into  the  porcelain  tea  cup  .  “  my  dreams  are  of  my  own  memories  ,  just  as  your  dreams  are  .  “  she  pauses  ,  allowing  this  to  sink  ,  now  sitting  back  with  a  hot  mug  in  her  hand  .  “  that  is  what  they  are  .  memories  .   my  name  is  diana  .  and  you  are  captain  steven  trevor  .  air  service  officer  ,  a  british  spy  during  the  first  world  war  .  we  worked  ..  very  closely  together  for  some  time  .“

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it was one thing to see this woman in his dreams, but it was another to be confronted with her again, face-to-face. whatever speech he had rehearsed in his head was forgotten at the sight of her. she looked shocked, and for a moment steve regretted following her at all. maybe it was better to let his unconscious obsession with this woman run its course. maybe he should just leave her alone, and try to go back to living the life he was still trying to get used to.

no. he needs to stand firm, to demand some sort of explanation from diana. she was a ghost, haunting him, filling him with a feeling that he couldn’t comprehend. he’s certain he looks worse for wear. the bags under his eyes draw attention to his lack of sleep, and his hair is slightly tousled. he can’t remember the last time he got a good night of sleep, and the constant reappearance of this woman, of diana, in his psyche was only making things worse. his mind wanted to tell him something, that much was obvious, and he was desperate to figure out what that message was.

taking a deep breath, steve shoves his hands inside his jacket pockets and looks up at the woman standing before him. “i’m sorry for following you,” he blurts, not wanting her to think he was some sort of stalker. “i just need  —  i need  —  to talk to you.” his voice is breathy, his lungs still trying to recover from running after her across the city. “please. can i come in?” he asks, briefly glancing over her shoulder into her apartment. 

the  exhaustion  on  his  face  is  evident  ,  with  diana’s  glance  full  of  sympathy  as  the  wearisome  features  of  the  man’s  face  become  even  more  pronounced  in  the  harsh  lighting  of  the  apartment  corridor  .  diana  was  surprised  to  see  him  ,  having  not  expected  him  at  all  .  certainly  not  after  their  last  meeting  ,  where  she  had  truly  realized  that  steve  trevor’s  memories  of  her  were  dissolved  with  time  .  or  death  ,  or  both  .

now  ,  a  invitation  from  a  man  who  had  just  followed  her  off  the  street  ,  as  good  natured  as  it  could  possibly  be  ,  would  normally  be  refused  ,  or  redirected  .  a  random  man  .  in  that  circumstance  .  though  ,  memories  or  not  ,  steve  was  still  steve  .  a  safe  harbor  in  nearly  any  way  the  woman  would  picture  it  .  that  soft  spot  ,  that  love  remained  and  had  grown  even  in  their  time  apart  .  

“  yes  ,  you  can  .  “  diana  has  stepped  back  ,  pulling  the  door  even  further  open  .  the  apartment  is  fairly  bare  ,  essential  furniture  but  appeared  much  like  a  default  hotel  room  .  cold  and  unlived  in  .  framed  newspaper  clippings  ,  photographs  and  medals  line  the  walls  .  “  i’ll  boil  some  water  .  have  a  seat  .  “with  a  kettle  placed  on  the  stove  ,  diana  has  returned  to  the  living  room  area  ,  finding  a  spot  on  the  loveseat  across  from  him  .  “  you  need  to  talk  with  me  ?  “

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it was beginning to feel like diana prince had cast some kind of spell on steve. ever since their encounter several weeks ago, he hadn’t been able to shake the image of her from his mind. she was there in every one of his dreams. in many of them, he noticed, they almost appeared to be a couple ; they kissed, hugged, held hands, and he even called her an angel. dreaming about a stranger like that made him uncomfortable, but she simply wouldn’t leave his mind, and he didn’t understand why.

it was mid-afternoon when he found himself walking downtown after a meeting. he was beginning to feel restless, so he figured it was a good idea to stop somewhere and grab coffee. he turned the corner that led to his favorite coffee shop, but the idea of coffee vanished as soon as he saw her. she was impossible to miss  —  tall, stunning, and graceful. he jogged to catch up to her, but she was much faster than he expected her to be ; in fact, it was pretty damn difficult to keep up with her, so he kept his distance and decided he’d just follow her to her next destination and then approach her.

he knew it was creepy, but he needed to figure out what was happening to him. she led him down several blocks until they had passed most of the crowds gathered on the streets, and steve was surprised to learn she lived in a more secluded area. she entered a building that he assumed housed her apartment, so he slipped in behind her and pretended to be a resident himself. he was grateful that she took the stairs instead of the busy elevator, though he was out of breath by the time he caught up to the level she had stopped on. she was inserting a key into a door by the time he caught a glimpse of her.

steve approaches the door with uncertainty, considering the repercussions that could come with following a woman to her apartment. she’d probably call the cops on him, and he couldn’t entire blame her for doing so. he takes several seconds to catch his breath, impressed, once again, by the woman’s speed and endurance. hesitantly, slowly, he raises a hand and knocks against the door.

a  second  phone  call  ,  the  vibration  in  her  pocket  alerting  her  that  the  justice  league  was  attempting  to  contact  her  again  .  diana  had  been  out  of  commission  for  the  past  few  weeks  ,  though  ti  didn’t  seem  to  change  the  need  for  contact  .  bruce  and  arthur  ,  specifically  ,  didn’t  seem  to  understand  the  need  for  some  time  off  .  allowing  it  to  go  directly  to  voicemail,  diana  holds  the  warm  paper  cup  of  hot  chocolate  tightly,  rounding  another  street  corner  .  

as  much  as  it  pained  her  ,  she  was  well-aware  she  wouldn’t  be  much  help  at  the  very  moment  .  that  a  wandering  mind  and  an  aching  heart  did  not  deem  her  fit  for  anything  they  were  prepared  to  throw  at  her  .  if  it  was  an  emergency  ,  they  would  come  find  her  .  that  she  knew  ,  and  took  comfort  in  .  instead  ,  she  had  found  a  sense  of  solace  in  the  walls  of  her  downtown  apartment  .  a  love  of  new  shows  on  the  television  ,  new  girl  ,  at  the  moment  .  

the  door  having  shut  behind  her  ,  diana  had  shrugged  out  of  her  coat  ,  only  clearing  it  past  her  elbows  when  she  heard  the  knock  .  could  it  have  been  an  emergency  ?  maybe  she  should  have  picked  up  .  fully  removing  the  coat  ,  she  returns  to  the  door  ,  turning  the  handle  .  her  surprise  ,  fully  prepared  to  see  a  grumpy  bat  or  an  overenthusiastic  arthur  .  to  her  surprise  ,  it  was  steve  .  “  oh  .  i  wasn’t  expecting  to  see  you  .  “