[She wonders, idly, what kind of life he's led to dream this sort of place. There had never been time for her to learn much about mankind during the war; they had always been on the move, weaving their way across the ruined landscape of the Front. All she'd seen was destruction, and she hadn't been able to imagine much else. The only real taste of society she'd had was in London, and she couldn't say she'd found it very palatable.
Steve.
Her thoughts are shattered by just his name, and though her feet continue moving, the rest of her stills. Diana's breath catches, and the corners of her vision blur for a split second. How could a name hold so much power? But no, it isn't just the name. It's the eyes, the way he holds himself, the cut of his uniform. For a fleeting moment, she sees Steve Trevor's face, feels his arms around her, and hears his laugh as he tells her she might as well learn how to dance.
The feelings rush in and rush back out in what seems like centuries, but is really only a few seconds.
This Steve's face returns, and Diana remembers where she is and who she is not with. A deep breath, a realization that her smile had vanished, and she composes herself, finding her tongue.]
It's good to meet you, Steve.
[The words are steadier than she thought possible.]
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Steve.
Her thoughts are shattered by just his name, and though her feet continue moving, the rest of her stills. Diana's breath catches, and the corners of her vision blur for a split second. How could a name hold so much power? But no, it isn't just the name. It's the eyes, the way he holds himself, the cut of his uniform. For a fleeting moment, she sees Steve Trevor's face, feels his arms around her, and hears his laugh as he tells her she might as well learn how to dance.
The feelings rush in and rush back out in what seems like centuries, but is really only a few seconds.
This Steve's face returns, and Diana remembers where she is and who she is not with. A deep breath, a realization that her smile had vanished, and she composes herself, finding her tongue.]
It's good to meet you, Steve.
[The words are steadier than she thought possible.]