[ she shakes her head yet again, brows furrowed. ] I'm not.
[ diana knows she's grown more patient over the years, more understanding of why people do what they do, do what they don't do, and why there are particular rules and beliefs in place. but she is still that stubborn princess who felt that she knew everything.
sliding her hands from his hair to his shoulders, she gives him a firm shove back. ]
( steve doesn't even have time to respond before she shoves him and he's on his back on the bed, hair falling into his face before he brushes it away.
he tries not to laugh, tries to keep a straight face but it's not really possible right now. she looms over him and it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. )
It's a start. But, I've been pushed onto beds before so...
( he trails off and arches an eyebrow, reaching forward to draw his fingers down her stomach, nudging up against the waist of her underwear. )
[ sucking in her belly, diana regards him with an arch of her brow. feigning being unimpressed, she mulls over what she can ask him. she doesn't want him thinking of anyone else—it's her and him, not the ghosts of other people—but she wants to tease him so badly. ]
Were they like me?
[ she grips his shoulders tightly, not too hard to break anything. sliding her hands roughly down from his shoulders to his pecs, she tries to rub her hands roughly through the fabric. ]
( steve doesn't even realize what he's said that she's questioning because, you know, she's touching him. her hands are on his body and she's touching him and that kind of makes his brain short circuit. )
You should know there's no one like you, Diana. No one in the world.
( so, whoever pushed him onto beds previously paled in comparison to her. she's the only one on his mind right now. )
[ that's the answer she likes to hear. it's been him; it's always been him. no one else even compares. diana smiles before she tries to school her face and peer down at him with a pointed stare and an arch of her brow. ]
The one who you… what?
[ it's been a long time since she's had him. veld had been simpler, an easy coming together between them, but now that she has him… she plans to toy with him a little. the universe owes her that much at least.
rubbing her hands against his chest, she sighs, feeling at peace. ]
Like to be pushed onto beds by? The one you like to be sat on while overdressed?
we're too busy making sure short people know when it's raining
[ she laughs and shoves his shoulder, accidentally a little too hard. god, he's so cute. she can't believe that he was the one to show her the world when he is absolutely hopeless in navigating it himself. ]
I want you to tell me that I'm the one you want to be pushed onto beds by and sat on while you're overdressed. [ she laughs loudly, feeling a blush warm her skin. she shakes her head incredulously at him and brushes her hands against his shoulders once more. ]
Are you sure you've done any of this before, Steve? Flirting, that is.
Maybe once or twice. I was a little busy with other things, you know. Important things like...learning how to fly planes and learning how to best wear a military uniform.
( he thinks he's done okay with both of those.
when she shoves him, he bounces against the bed, laughing and looking down at the shoulder she'd just shoved. )
You're going to push me through the bed and onto the floor, if you're not careful. Not that I'd mind that. I'd let you sit on me while I'm on the floor too.
I have a feeling you'd let me do a lot of things to you as long as I remained sitting on your lap in my underwear.
[ perhaps that's arrogant of her, but it's based on the evidence poised in front of her. he likes her, she likes him, and she's certain steve doesn't mind being handled by a woman. many men have taken issue with her simply being better.
she does kindly spare him, though. she wants him on his back with her sitting stride his hips so he can't move and the universe can't take him away. after all, diana has a stubborn grip.
sliding her hands down his chest, she sighs, lips pinched. ] I didn't manage to find any of your military uniforms.
( he doesn't know why that catches him by surprise but it does. why wouldn't she want something of his to remember him by? but, the fact that she'd tried to find his military uniforms specifically is what surprises him.
he looks up at her like he's seeing her in a new life and brushes his hands up and down her arms, gentle and slow. )
I think they were in a trunk somewhere back — ( he gestures over his shoulder to symbolize back there, back then. )
Gone now, I'm sure. Just...me.
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i'll take it under advisement but this can be fast tracked with a dog
[ but steve's gone, too. or was. diana thinks to tell him, but thankfully bites her rather blunt tongue. she had wanted to find everything of his so that steve trevor would end up being remembered and not lost to time like so many others. she'd wanted a little more of him to keep some part fo him alive to her, but she hadn't been successful in her searches and neither had etta when she had joined the ranks.
she lets out a very soft, quiet breath, smiling and not shrugging his hands off her arms. ]
I found many of your photos. I made sure your face was in the papers. [ she laughs lightly. ] I knew you'd have loved it.
[ contrary, she would think he'd be so embarrassed by it, so she'd done it for that reason alone. ]
Of course you did. I never did any of that for the attention so of course you'd make sure I got it.
( he's not upset. no one's going to think that he's alive right now and come knocking. he wasn't going to have to give any interviews about what he did and how he was alive.
instead, he was tucked away in diana's apartment, listening to her tell him how much she wants him there.
he's lucky. he's too lucky. )
Be careful, you start telling people about me, I might start telling people about you. Or...the other you.
[ barbara already knows about him, the pilot boyfriend who died a long time ago. diana had kept her secrets close to her chest and her apartment out of the reach of many arms. steve's photos belong to her and her alone, and she's certain anyone who would have seen his photograph or knew him is long since gone.
she chuckles, peering down at him. ] No one will believe you. Diana Prince, the unknown saviour? [ she shakes her head, face scrunched up. ] I am too antisocial for that.
[ lifting her hand from his shoulder, she brushes her fingers against his cheek. ] No one will believe the words of a very handsome man.
( steve turns his head, pressing his lips into the center of her palm and kissing her hand. he reaches up and wraps his fingers around her wrist, making sure she doesn't move away.
he nuzzles her hand and then tilts his head up and kisses the pad of each of her fingers. )
I'm very believable, though. I think I could convince people of the fact that you're just acting antisocial. I bet I could do it.
( he's not going to do it but he thinks he could. )
[ she smiles softly as he kisses her fingers, wriggling them gently so he'll merely have to do it again. his lips are warm and his touch even more so. diana's spent so many years eeling lonely, not able to ever find company that made her feel like she was truly not alone. her wish has brought her so many things—steve, an old friend, that feeling of not being alone anymore. ]
The world is different since you were last here, Steve. The people are.
[ it's disappointing in a way, the way the world has changed. without etta's wit and charlie's singing, it feels colder than it has any right to be. ]
No one here knows what it's like to have believed in something so big, to see the things we've seen.
People are still good, though. I bet there are still good people out there.
( he presses her hand to his cheek as he says it, peering up at her for confirmation. he's not so innocent to think there are no bad people in the world. he's seen very, very bad people do terrible things.
but there are still people like her out there, making it better. and he knows she's not alone. he knows there are people out there who will fight and die to make sure others are safe. )
I think you're wrong on that one. I think there are people like that out there. They're always are. You just have to find them like you found me.
[ she doesn't want to find them, that's the problem.
keeping her hand beneath his, she spreads out her fingers so she can feel more of him beneath her fingertips. she keeps smiling at him softly despite how she wants to disagree. disagreeing will mean that his face falls and he'll see that she believes in good but only until a certain extent. she doesn't want that at all. ]
I've found you and I have no intentions of letting you go. [ she smiles, shifting on his lap, wanting to selfishly return his attention to her and here and what they're doing right now. he is here. why are they talking of others who aren't? ]
[ her brows furrow and she slides her hands over his shoulders, gripping them tightly—not but tight enough to hurt. she readjusts where she sits on his lap and bears heavily down against him just in case he thinks of moving and leaving right now.
this doesn't sound right, and the panic that swells inside of her proves just that. ]
( steve reaches up and tries to cover her hand with his, soothing her with a few brushes of his fingers. that hadn't come back like he'd wanted to considering how panicked she seems to be. )
I more meant that I have to get up and take a shower and use the bathroom and eat and I thought you could show me things that exist outside your home. That's all.
when i punch you in the knee and you double over you won't be so tall
[ she narrows her eyes at him playfully, feeling very relieved over the fact that he's not speaking of feeling ill or like he doesn't belong. her grip is still firm as she massages his shoulders in a silent apology. all of that sounds good to her. he'll require his space, and she's more than happy to grant it to him. she wants him to feel normal, to be normal, to live like he hasn't lost so many decades. ]
What makes you think you'll be allowed to shower by yourself?
[ because she doesn't allow it, in case he doesn't know. ]
Hey now, I didn't say that I was going to shower alone. I just said...shower. Who says that I'd want to shower alone? I haven't showered in the eighties yet, you know. It might be dangerous for me.
( that's not really true. he thinks he'd be able to shower on his own without drowning. he might knock over a few things and he might use her shower stuff before he realizes but he thinks he can survive a shower. )
I'd need someone to help me. ( he grins at her. ) Wash my back and all.
and i will become one with the wind and be agile enough to let the ground spikes catch you
I'm sure you will be more than capable of washing your own back, Steve.
[ she smiles down at him, knowing and expecting his protest. she'll happily wash his back so she can feel his spine roughly press against her hand and remind her that he's real and that he's here, and they have time.
tipping her head upward, she smiles playfully down at him despite her attempt to feign seriousness. ]
Oh, my front? I don't know if I want you to see my front. I've gotten a little...doughy.
( maybe that's what death did to you? because that's what happened to him, isn't it? he'd...died. he doesn't want to say that to her because he thinks it would make her sad and he doesn't want that.
he wants to see her smile, always. reaching up, he traces her smile with one finger. )
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your ass is a butt
While I'm sure that is all true, Diana, I just haven't seen any evidence of it. So, it's all just words to me.
( the corners of his lips turn up and he pushes her hair back, unable not to touch her even while he teases her. )
Maybe you were out of control but I think you've changed.
and your face is an ASSFACE /mic drop
[ diana knows she's grown more patient over the years, more understanding of why people do what they do, do what they don't do, and why there are particular rules and beliefs in place. but she is still that stubborn princess who felt that she knew everything.
sliding her hands from his hair to his shoulders, she gives him a firm shove back. ]
Is that not evidence?
ooooo BURN
he tries not to laugh, tries to keep a straight face but it's not really possible right now. she looms over him and it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. )
It's a start. But, I've been pushed onto beds before so...
( he trails off and arches an eyebrow, reaching forward to draw his fingers down her stomach, nudging up against the waist of her underwear. )
your face
Were they like me?
[ she grips his shoulders tightly, not too hard to break anything. sliding her hands roughly down from his shoulders to his pecs, she tries to rub her hands roughly through the fabric. ]
your face's face
( steve doesn't even realize what he's said that she's questioning because, you know, she's touching him. her hands are on his body and she's touching him and that kind of makes his brain short circuit. )
You should know there's no one like you, Diana. No one in the world.
( so, whoever pushed him onto beds previously paled in comparison to her. she's the only one on his mind right now. )
You're the one.
( the only one he wants. )
tall people never make sense
The one who you… what?
[ it's been a long time since she's had him. veld had been simpler, an easy coming together between them, but now that she has him… she plans to toy with him a little. the universe owes her that much at least.
rubbing her hands against his chest, she sighs, feeling at peace. ]
Like to be pushed onto beds by? The one you like to be sat on while overdressed?
we're too busy making sure short people know when it's raining
( just an fyi from steve, there. he smiles at her because he doesn't think she really wants to know about his past. he hopes she doesn't. )
I don't remember their names anymore. Forgotten. Not important.
( she was important and she was who was on his mind now, then, forever. )
ah, yes, by being my umbrella
[ she laughs and shoves his shoulder, accidentally a little too hard. god, he's so cute. she can't believe that he was the one to show her the world when he is absolutely hopeless in navigating it himself. ]
I want you to tell me that I'm the one you want to be pushed onto beds by and sat on while you're overdressed. [ she laughs loudly, feeling a blush warm her skin. she shakes her head incredulously at him and brushes her hands against his shoulders once more. ]
Are you sure you've done any of this before, Steve? Flirting, that is.
ELLA ELLA ELLA couldn't help myself.
( he thinks he's done okay with both of those.
when she shoves him, he bounces against the bed, laughing and looking down at the shoulder she'd just shoved. )
You're going to push me through the bed and onto the floor, if you're not careful. Not that I'd mind that. I'd let you sit on me while I'm on the floor too.
i'm embarrassed to be seen out with you
[ perhaps that's arrogant of her, but it's based on the evidence poised in front of her. he likes her, she likes him, and she's certain steve doesn't mind being handled by a woman. many men have taken issue with her simply being better.
she does kindly spare him, though. she wants him on his back with her sitting stride his hips so he can't move and the universe can't take him away. after all, diana has a stubborn grip.
sliding her hands down his chest, she sighs, lips pinched. ] I didn't manage to find any of your military uniforms.
love me, love my terrible jokes
( he doesn't know why that catches him by surprise but it does. why wouldn't she want something of his to remember him by? but, the fact that she'd tried to find his military uniforms specifically is what surprises him.
he looks up at her like he's seeing her in a new life and brushes his hands up and down her arms, gentle and slow. )
I think they were in a trunk somewhere back — ( he gestures over his shoulder to symbolize back there, back then. )
Gone now, I'm sure. Just...me.
i'll take it under advisement but this can be fast tracked with a dog
she lets out a very soft, quiet breath, smiling and not shrugging his hands off her arms. ]
I found many of your photos. I made sure your face was in the papers. [ she laughs lightly. ] I knew you'd have loved it.
[ contrary, she would think he'd be so embarrassed by it, so she'd done it for that reason alone. ]
i will give you a picture of a dog
( he's not upset. no one's going to think that he's alive right now and come knocking. he wasn't going to have to give any interviews about what he did and how he was alive.
instead, he was tucked away in diana's apartment, listening to her tell him how much she wants him there.
he's lucky. he's too lucky. )
Be careful, you start telling people about me, I might start telling people about you. Or...the other you.
( no, he'd never actually do that. )
i'll accept this as long as i get it now
she chuckles, peering down at him. ] No one will believe you. Diana Prince, the unknown saviour? [ she shakes her head, face scrunched up. ] I am too antisocial for that.
[ lifting her hand from his shoulder, she brushes her fingers against his cheek. ] No one will believe the words of a very handsome man.
i sent it airmail to you
he nuzzles her hand and then tilts his head up and kisses the pad of each of her fingers. )
I'm very believable, though. I think I could convince people of the fact that you're just acting antisocial. I bet I could do it.
( he's not going to do it but he thinks he could. )
does this include you piloting the plane?
The world is different since you were last here, Steve. The people are.
[ it's disappointing in a way, the way the world has changed. without etta's wit and charlie's singing, it feels colder than it has any right to be. ]
No one here knows what it's like to have believed in something so big, to see the things we've seen.
[ no one is him. ]
hell no i'm sitting at home relaxing
( he presses her hand to his cheek as he says it, peering up at her for confirmation. he's not so innocent to think there are no bad people in the world. he's seen very, very bad people do terrible things.
but there are still people like her out there, making it better. and he knows she's not alone. he knows there are people out there who will fight and die to make sure others are safe. )
I think you're wrong on that one. I think there are people like that out there. They're always are. You just have to find them like you found me.
i'm throwing you into the bin
keeping her hand beneath his, she spreads out her fingers so she can feel more of him beneath her fingertips. she keeps smiling at him softly despite how she wants to disagree. disagreeing will mean that his face falls and he'll see that she believes in good but only until a certain extent. she doesn't want that at all. ]
I've found you and I have no intentions of letting you go. [ she smiles, shifting on his lap, wanting to selfishly return his attention to her and here and what they're doing right now. he is here. why are they talking of others who aren't? ]
I hope you don't mind.
stop throwing me into things!
( he let's her segue him away from thoughts of people being good and doing good things. they can talk about that later when she isn't on his lap. )
Though I will have to get off the bed eventually. I don't think I can live here permanently much I as might want to.
picks you up and throws you once more
[ her brows furrow and she slides her hands over his shoulders, gripping them tightly—not but tight enough to hurt. she readjusts where she sits on his lap and bears heavily down against him just in case he thinks of moving and leaving right now.
this doesn't sound right, and the panic that swells inside of her proves just that. ]
Why not?
i'm too tall for you to throw
( steve reaches up and tries to cover her hand with his, soothing her with a few brushes of his fingers. that hadn't come back like he'd wanted to considering how panicked she seems to be. )
I more meant that I have to get up and take a shower and use the bathroom and eat and I thought you could show me things that exist outside your home. That's all.
when i punch you in the knee and you double over you won't be so tall
What makes you think you'll be allowed to shower by yourself?
[ because she doesn't allow it, in case he doesn't know. ]
i will fall on you when you knock me over
( that's not really true. he thinks he'd be able to shower on his own without drowning. he might knock over a few things and he might use her shower stuff before he realizes but he thinks he can survive a shower. )
I'd need someone to help me. ( he grins at her. ) Wash my back and all.
and i will become one with the wind and be agile enough to let the ground spikes catch you
[ she smiles down at him, knowing and expecting his protest. she'll happily wash his back so she can feel his spine roughly press against her hand and remind her that he's real and that he's here, and they have time.
tipping her head upward, she smiles playfully down at him despite her attempt to feign seriousness. ]
But I think I'll help you wash your front.
you're so poetic, aren't you?
( maybe that's what death did to you? because that's what happened to him, isn't it? he'd...died. he doesn't want to say that to her because he thinks it would make her sad and he doesn't want that.
he wants to see her smile, always. reaching up, he traces her smile with one finger. )
But I think I might let you. I kind of like you.
my poetry handle is shilliam wakespeare, you may have heard of me
wow can i have your autograph?
i autographed your nose earlier
i wanted you to sign my toe
i didn't want to tell you it was a bit smelly
how dare you it was not
it's okay that you're in denial, i'd be too if i smelled as bad as you
would you stop smelling me?!
no thank you
then you are not my friend
😔
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