undeserved_protector | Chance meetings? ( for thats

Chance meetings? ( for thats_neat)

Flying from place to place became the normal for her. The acquisition of artifacts and maintaining relations with other museums was just the two main points of her job. Well, the job that kept her in touch with the world around her and not secluded to the other persona. The real her that protected humanity and kept them safe. Not that she disliked this job or living as Diana Prince. In fact, she loved it as much as the Amazon from Themyscira because he gave her that name and started her life in this world.

But she didn't wish to think of him right in that moment. Not while she stood perusing the displays of weapons from Ancient Greece that Emily Attwater insisted that Diana fly over to see and give her expert opinion on. Not that Ms. Attwater seemed to be so keen to keep her appointment at this rate. Normally the bubbly blonde that wanted so desperately to 'one-up' Diana would be there immediately the moment she walked into the entrance of the Smithsonian. Today, she was asked to wait by the reception.

A task she chose to do with notebook in hand, notes being taken as she went through each. She had only been sketching and noting details in her book for about twenty minutes, but it still caused a frown to furrow her brow. Perhaps her fellow curator had something else in mind today?

Whatever it was, she at least found it easy to continue her cataloging and notations of the items around her. It felt a little like glimpsing home in so many ways. It was one of the few things that did give her that chance to pretend she was nearer to her mother and friends back on the island by doing this work. And well, it gave her time to drift off and write notes in other languages about the page. Sometimes quotes from great philosophers of the time period and sometimes notations on who might've been the metal worker that forged the weapon. Regardless of what she inked on the page, she really wouldn't have even noticed if Ms. Attwater entered the room at that moment or not she was so engrossed in her work.

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"Sleeping at my apartment doesn't count as beliefs or important issues." At least not in the context that Diana meant. It was important to them but Steve didn't think that she'd take over his apartment if he told her to leave. She was too conscientious of others to stay without permission. "If I asked, you'd pack up and go back to the hotel." He doubted he'd ever want her to leave. The thought of her going back to Paris was more painful that it should be.

"It's not all right," he said softly, surprised by how much he wanted to see her again even though he knew she'd be staying in D.C. a few more days at least. "I'll find a way. It just - " Just what? He sounded like someone in a bad movie or Romeo and Juliet. Star crossed lovers when they had only known each other for what probably actually had been a few days.

Promise made, to himself at least, Steve kept an eye on the people behind Diana so that she didn't accidentally run into anyone. It seemed almost impossible that this was the same person that drove Attwater crazy. "I will make sure that there's vanilla ice cream in the freezer." He was about to ask what toppings she'd want him to keep in his apartment, just in case she was serious about staying, when he saw the shopkeepers' reactions.

He completely understood the looks of shock and awe. Diana was stunning, especially when she was excited. Automatically, he moved toward her, almost looking as dazed as the shop's employees. Eventually the girl noticed him, surprising him when she looked almost as awed by him as she was over Diana. Before he knew it, she was offering him samples as well. Between the two of them, they were probably going to try every flavor in the case and maybe a few that the owners were still trying to get right.

"I would. Without question." Smiling at that, she was relieved he seemed to understand what she meant. Where she had no shame or worries about anything or usually how it made her look, she still held respect for the desires of others. Which was part of why she felt bad for upsetting him over the idea of not visiting Paris. Still, she didn't push or prod even when he trailed off. She simply gave his hand a squeeze and sent him a warm smile.

Besides, she had lovely distraction in the form of a very helpful young man that was willing to let her try any flavor ice cream she pointed at and even suggested a few. Regardless, she smiled for ever new taste and bounced a little when she found one she particularly liked. Finally she asked him to give her a cone with vanilla with strawberries mixed into it. He seemed more than happy to oblige.

Turning her head to Steve, she laughed lightly at the sight of the girl giving him his own crash course in multiple flavors. Moving to his side, she curled one hand into the crook of his elbow and leaned in to rest her chin on his shoulder softly as she watched. She really meant nothing really by it. She just wanted to be close to him and feel him against her. It didn't matter even when she smiled at the girl, because she flushed and lowered her head a little like she'd done something wrong.

"What do you plan to get?"

As the clerk helping Steve kept offering him different flavors to try, he kept glancing over at Diana. She seemed so happy over things that most people would take for granted. Even with the employees willing to do almost anything to please her, she didn't take advantage of their kindness. There was something almost old-fashioned about it. Manners from another era that Steve had read about but rarely saw.

Somehow it seemed to fit Diana. Fit both of them even though Steve hadn't realized he sometimes had the same sort of politeness. His mother called it being a gentleman but sometimes it felt just as out of place as some of Diana's actions.

Trying to ignore how his heart skipped and how right it felt to have Diana so close... and how tempting it was to kiss her, he tried to focus on the display in front of him. "You stole my flavor so I'll have to get another." The clerk who had been helping him looked offended, but Steve wasn't sure if she was offended by Diana's 'theft' or that he was 'complaining' about it.

"Pomegranate." The young woman looked less annoyed as she scooped ice cream but she kept giving the two of them covert looks that made him smile. He almost laughed when she added red and blue sprinkles to his ice cream as if she somehow needed to make his special. Thanking her for the treat, he paid for their ice cream while ignoring how both employees staring at them.

Once they were out of the shop, he found a bench away from the crowds where Diana could see the memorials and far enough that they didn't give Steve the unsettled feeling that proceeded his panic attacks. Gesturing grandly for her to take a seat. "Does this meet my lady's approval?"

"It isn't technically strawberry ice cream." She pointed that out softly in amusement and gave a soft laugh. A laugh that drifted off when the girl serving him looked as though she had been affronted. Furrowing her brow just a little, she pressed her lips together before biting the lower.

She waited till he got his own order before daring to lean to speak again. This time she spoke to them, giving her utmost thanks with a warm smile before following Steve away to the bench that afforded them a little privacy. She settled in close to his side, her arm still curled through his, but carefully slipped down his forearm to catch his hand. She didn't immediately thread her fingers through his. Instead she gently slipped the fingertips over his palm and along his fingers before slotting her own between him to clasp it gently.

Diana was slowly working at her ice cream as her eyes moved out to the memorials in the dying light of the day. She didn't need this place to remember things. But she did like knowing that those people dear to her were remembered. In some way, any way...

Tipping her head to look back at him, she leaned closer to place her chin on his shoulder and lift a brow sweetly. "It does, thank you." Her hand squeezed his gently before looking away again and just let her body lean against his lightly. "Today was the most fun I've had in a long time."

"It's ice cream with strawberries." And it was probably better than most of the ones that were supposed to be strawberry flavored. Which was why he pretended to pout when she laughed. He didn't really mind the change.

When they were settled on the bench, fingers entwined, he finally let the details of the day and their conversations sink in. Somehow they'd went from colleagues helping each other to Diana asking to spend the night at his apartment. He wasn't sure how it had happened but he wasn't going to complain.

For awhile, he was quiet, eating ice cream and letting her pay her respects to whoever it was she had wanted to remember. As he watched the tourists, he began to consider who she might be mourning. The monument was for soldiers that would have died decades before she was born. Whoever's name she had been searching for would have been no more than a picture and stories told by a grandparent or great grandparent.

Before he could ask, Diana rested her head on his shoulder, distracting him from the questions that the memorial had created. "You're welcome. You should have fun like this every day or at least once a week. Since you haven't, I'll have to make sure that you enjoy every day you're in D.C."

"I look forward to what you come up with, then." She tipped her head up to meet his eyes, lashes lowered as the corners of her lips titled upward. In truth, she was sure she could find something fun in anything he came up with, but she was still curious as to what he might try. And honestly, it had been so many years since she felt that at ease with anyone, that she wanted this unknown and unexpected feeling to keep going.

Which was why he was the first man she actually went home with. Not because she had been scared to in the past, she simply never wanted to. But once they'd made it to his apartment and take-out had been ordered, she knew she made a good decision. Though, probably not so much a good choice to sit curled up on the sofa close to him eating general tso's chicken in a white dress.

Honestly, she had simply been too happy to be in his personal space giggling over some story of out smarting a 'co-worker' that may or may not have been Bruce Wayne. And when she couldn't stop laughing, managed to loose her grip on the latest piece of chicken in the chopsticks and it rolled down the front of her dress. Not that it stopped her from huffing another laugh and blushing faintly.

"I suppose I got too carried away." Sighing dramatically, she caught the run away with the chopsticks and popped it in her mouth. "And I will be wearing a new scent at that. Not quite Chanel, though." Ducking her head, she set the container aside to poorly attempt to clean up the mess. "I have a feeling I am done for." There was no getting that vivid reddish brown out of white fabric no matter what she did. It was definitely a job for the dry cleaners and likely a hefty tip as well.

Steve hadn't really expected their day together to turn into an evening together. Maybe he'd drop her off at the hotel, get his notes, and they'd look over them at a nearby restaurant or coffee shop. Some arrangement that would give them some distance or at least prove that they were going to work on the project that had been the original reason for their outing.

Instead he had Diana sitting on his couch, cuddling in a way that he doubted anyone at the Smithsonian or the Louvre would believe was possible. They also wouldn't believe the stories that they were laughing over. He didn't doubt that she could outsmart anyone who tried to beat her to some prize, but most people probably wouldn't think she would make the story so entertaining or giggle over it as she told it.

Fighting with the noodles that were trying to escape his take out box, he winced when the bite slipped from her chopsticks and landed on what he assumed was a very expensive dress. He wasn't really interested in fashion, but he heard enough about it from Attwater and the ladies he worked with to know that the dress wasn't cheap and it was probably ruined.

When the expected anger didn't make itself known, Steve set down his noodles and offered her a napkin. "The story was worth getting carried away over. Do you need to rinse it off?" Would that help? He wasn't even sure if water should touch a dress like that. "You can borrow something of mine if you want to try to clean it."

Taking the napkin, she furrowed her brow as she tried to get it up and well, succeeded in making it worse. Finally Diana let out a sigh and shook her head. Anger really wasn't in the line of emotions that came with things like this. More just resignation to the fact she messed up and it would either be impossible to fix or someone else would have to do it. Not that she planned to give up, of course.

Lifting her head at his offer, she sent him a small smile. "Actually, other clothes to wear so I can spot pretreat it would be good. And if I ruin it, I'll just have to find something to replace it. I suppose my liking to white in the wardrobe comes with a few risks." This wasn't the only thing she owned that was pure white. And honestly, it likely wouldn't be the last.

She just didn't feel the need to get overly upset about this. Besides, she liked being there with Steve and this little mishap wouldn't ruin that. Turning her head, she placed her chin on his shoulder and gave him her best pleading look that made her lips even seem fuller for a moment. "May I borrow some clothes?"

"Does that mean a shopping trip?" He wasn't quite sure how he'd handle that. Her clothes looked like the kind that were in shops that he'd never thought of setting foot in. Steve would find them for her, but it might take some googling and a few puppy dog looks to the ladies he worked with at the museum. Some of them went to the kind of events that probably required clothes from the type of places Diana shopped at.

"It might have risks but it looked good on you." That wasn't something he would have said before but after their wishes for luck, Steve didn't think that she'd mind if he was honest instead of trying the kinds of lines she probably heard every day.

Glancing down at her puppy dog eyes, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "That is not fair." Realizing what he'd said, he decided to go with it and see if she'd smile. "No one could resist that pout." Or her lips or anything about her. Why hadn't he kissed her yet? No, he wasn't going to kiss her unless Diana made it obvious that she was interested. "You can borrow whatever you want. Remember I said you could stay. I'd be a terrible host if I didn't give you something else to wear."

"I wouldn't be against shopping with you if you wanted to go." She said that lightly, not really all that worried about it. She would find something like it if she couldn't salvage it and not really worry him any about it. Not that she'd pass up a chance to go shopping with him, either. "I'm glad you liked it."

She meant it. She liked the idea of him appreciating how she looked because it was him. And where physical attractiveness wasn't the most important feature to her, she found his attentions and slips of compliments made her smile more than anything else. Humming a soft happy sound, her smile became blinding when he instantly declared her pouting at him wasn't fair.

Pulling away, Diana gave a soft laugh before leaning in one more time to steal a soft sweet kiss from his lips. One hand rose to touch the side of his face gently, but she only lingered close for a moment. "I promise to use my powers only for good." As she pulled away, she sent him a light wink before walking backward toward the door he'd indicated as the way to the bedroom at one point when she was overly curious.

Leaning back against it, she tipped her head, hair falling over her shoulder in soft waves. "Then I shall find something and be right back. Just remember Steve, you gave me permission." She couldn't stop the playful smile before she slipped into the room to start foraging for something to wear. Regardless of her playful words, she tried to be respectful of his things and only found where the shirts were and a pair of sleep pants with a drawstring. Shedding her dress, she slipped on a long sleeve shirt that hung far too loosely off of her. However, it was the pants that gave her the biggest puzzle.

When she walked out of the bedroom she was pulling on the drawstrings but it still wasn't going tight enough to keep them from falling off of her hips. "Steve... I don't know if this will work..." Her brow was furrowed in thought as she pulled on them a little more and crinkled her nose as it still left room enough for them to slide off.

For a moment, he could imagine it clearly. Diana almost ruling a dress store, trying on whatever she fancied and deciding almost instantly whether she liked the outfit or not. The clerks would either be annoyed or awed by her. Probably a little of both. It would be amusing to watch while he pitied the staff that might accidentally displease her. Not that Steve believed she would be unkind. It was just that the idea of making Diana unhappy seemed to be something few people could comprehend, including him.

Thinking of the starry-eyed employees was more appropriate than thinking of Diana trying on different outfits that were similar to the dress that made her look so young and happy. Or the type of sleek outfits that made her seem like the cool professional that he now knew wasn't all there was to Diana Prince. If they did go shopping, Steve would have an excuse to stare, to appreciate her beauty and see her smile over simple things like a pretty dress. "I'd like to go. I can try to find some stores unless you already know which ones are best..." She might since she did visit the museum occasionally. Her choices would probably be better than any recommendation he could beg for.

The laugh and the kiss left him dazed, leaning in before he remembered that he intended to wait until she obviously wanted more than the slow courtship that they had started. When she pulled away, he let out a slow breath, trying to understand why it'd felt like they had done this before. Why it was familiar when they had only shared a few kisses and an day together. "You would never use your powers for anything but good." The idea of Diana deliberately causing harm for no reason was unfathomable. Steve had no doubts that she'd punch someone or worse if necessary, but only if necessary.

As she searched through his closet, his only concern about her going through his things was the possibility of finding his notes and the hilt before he'd had a chance to explain his discovery to her. There was nothing of interest in his closet or the dresser. The hilt was probably foolishly kept near his bed in a box he'd bought more to honor it than to protect it. Standing when she returned to the room, he smiled when he saw the too long sleeves and the almost comically large pants.

"I don't know if it'll work either," he said, trying not to laugh at how the legs of the sleep pants hid her toes and the waist threatened to beat her. Fumbling with the drawstring, he glanced up at her, eyes bright with mischief. "We could wrap them around your waist a couple of times." There wasn't that much slack but Diana seemed to enjoy when he teased her. "Or use the belt from your dress."

"I know a few, so suggestions might be good." Where she had been there, very rarely did she go shopping unless an event occurred and she had to find new clothes. "I'd enjoy that and the company."

Diana knew she'd likely enjoy it too much. She already felt too open in his presence. It must be strange for a girl like her to be so happy and childish like this. Not that he seemed to mind, but still. Which was part of why she did try not to rummage in his room or look beyond drawers that looked like they were for clothing. And if they weren't she closed them back up. That would be rude and a trespassing on someone's hospitality and home. Her mother would never approve.

Granted, she could consider her work against Lex to be just that, but that had been under duress and threat so to speak. Steve was simply kind and warm, and she wanted to find some niche in his life that didn't take up too much space or intrude too much. Though, as she stood before him pulling at the drawstrings, she had to admit, she'd pretty much ended up barging completely into his life.

A soft laugh left her, her head dropping down a little as a little flush filled her cheeks. "I do not believe my waist is so small I could do that." Though, she lifted her head to watch him, still grinning, as she illustrated how this was not true. Though, his suggestion of the lasso actually wasn't a bad idea. It kept it close to her and would also in a sense, keep her decent. "Hm, that's a possibility. Let me get it."

She slipped back into his room to pick up the coiled rope from the bed. Carefully winding it in a crisscross pattern about her hips and waist, she nodded once in satisfaction before moving back into the living room. Dropping down beside him again, Diana curled her arms about his and placed her chin on his shoulder. "You know, As fun as the day and evening have been, I should keep my promise to help you out. Did you still want me to look at your work?" Now that she didn't have shoes or a skirt to worry about, she curled her legs up onto the sofa with her. "I'm all yours, Mr. Taylor."

"We can figure something out." Steve knew that he didn't sound knowledgeable but he really didn't have a reason to look around women's clothing stores. He hadn't been on a date in... probably as long as Diana had. "I'll enjoy it too even if I don't understand anything about fashion." He knew just enough to realize that something was expensive, like Diana's white dress, but that was the range of his knowledge. "The only help I'll be able to give is 'that's pretty'."

At least if they went shopping, he'd have an excuse to compliment her without it seeming like he was trying to seduce her. Steve didn't quite feel like it was intruding or being 'that kind of guy' if he did compliment her since he was letting her have access to anything in his apartment. She'd be able to get a glimpse of who he was and that he wasn't the dangerous stranger that he'd warned her about. The worst Diana would find was his notes and a few photos on books that hadn't been obtained from the best of sources. Nothing that would convince her that he was a serial killer.

Giving up on the drawstring as a lost cause, he was reluctant to step away. "No, it's not. I'd worry if it was. I don't think that's actually physically possible." Realizing that she wanted to get her belt, Steve stepped away, already missing the closeness they'd shared. When had they become so tangled up in each other's lives?

Returning to his place on the couch, he smiled at Diana when she sat down next to him. Before he realized what he was doing, Steve rested his cheek against her hair... like they were a couple. Like they'd done this dozens of times before. He didn't really want to ruin the moment with work, but she was right. They should at least attempt to look over his research. Once that was dealt with, they could spend the rest of the night enjoying each other's company. "I wouldn't mind if we waited, but you're probably curious."

At least he'd left the photographs and his notes close by so he didn't have to move too much to get them. Offering the folders to her, he tried not to be nervous about letting someone else see his work. For years, the hilt and its history had belong to Steve and a few others. Giving it to someone else always felt strange. "Now you can see what's been distracting me for years."

"That's the best information you could give me then." She had to wink at him. After all, she would mostly just want to know what he thought about what she tried on and if he didn't like it, she wouldn't buy it. Not that she let many people have a say in what she wore. But Steve... she had a feeling Steve could talk her into or out of anything with very little effort. Because just being called something simple like 'pretty' meant something because he said it.

That strangeness aside, the fact that she hated pulling away from his proximity was actually far more confusing still. Because when she stepped away from him, it felt as thought she lost something important and the warmth just bled out of her. It was part of why the amazon god couldn't resist sitting and hovering close to him any moment she got. And why his leaning his head against hers didn't even faze her at all.

When he gathered up the notebook, she watched him with curious dark eyes, tracing everything from his arms to his fingers as well as the book before he proffered the item to her. "I am most certainly curious." She placed the book in her lap before pulling his arm around her so she could nestle easily into his side as she opened the book in her lap.

And the smile slowly started to fade from her lips.

She knew exactly what this was and why Steve couldn't find anything like it. Her fingers reached out, trailing over the images and the familiar runes as her heart tightened in her chest. He found the sword she'd once believed to be the godkiller. It had been no such thing... rather a sword forged by the gods for her to use. "You're... it's not hard to believe you cannot date this... or that you cannot place who made it."

Her head lowered, dark hair sliding into her face as she felt the soft burn of the lasso as she nearly tried to lie. To tell him some fib that best fit without saying too much. Instead, she bit her lip and spoke the words in ancient Greek that were once written in runes on the blade. "Life is killing life all the time and so the goddess kills herself in the sacrifice of her own animal." The words came out softly before she leaned closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder. "It's the Sword of Athena... that is what the blade used to say."

Their teasing and banter seemed to fade as Diana began looking through his notes despite how she had curled up with him as if they were just looking over an album of family photographs. Forcing himself not to squirm like he had when his professors had looked over his projects, Steve waited for her insights.

Whatever her thoughts were, they weren't pleasant. Her teasing smile dimmed so that he couldn't help wondering if he had unintentionally done something wrong. The hilt belonged to him. No one had questioned it when he'd brought it back from Europe. It might have been stolen, but Diana had to know that he wouldn't have intentionally broken the law.

There was something strange about how she touched the photos. Like she felt the same reverence he did when most people thought of it as just a piece of metal with some history to make it 'interesting'. Most people didn't even believe it was as ancient as Steve theorized since the attempts at dating it had been inconclusive.

Waiting for her to speak, he was surprised by her reaction. This wasn't how Diana should act if she was disappointed by poor scholarly practices. Wrapping his arms around her, Steve tried to figure out why the sword would hurt her so much. The hilt was beautiful. The quote terrifying in some undefined way, but it shouldn't...

"The Sword of Athena." Now it finally had a name, but how did Diana know what it was, what the blade had said, if all she had seen was photos of the hilt. "I've never read about it. No one's ever mentioned it before. There's no trace of it in any of the research." Pausing, he caught her hand, threading his fingers between hers to distract her from whatever it was in the photos that bothered. "Diana, do you think I stole it?"

She remembered looking at it as a child. Staring at it in awe and reverence thinking that one item would save the world and rid it of Ares. She'd been so wrong to call it what she did, but the sword itself was priceless. Irreplaceable. And it could never be fixed. When she'd walked off that tattered air strip, she never thought to look for it. Never considered going back. Because she lost such a huge and valid piece of herself.

A part that loved. A part that believed in the innocence of humanity. And a great part of her childhood and stories her mother told her. They lay burning and shattered there just like the sword she walked away from.

Breathing in slowly, she didn't know how to phrase it. Explain how she knew. "It was my mother's... well... from my mother's family. It... broke." Her words were soft as she curled her fingers through his and turned her head so her cheek came to rest on his chest. "I know you didn't steal it. Because it was abandoned." Almost like a child. It was no wonder that it called to him. It was the stuff of gods and forged by them.

Letting her eyes fall closed, she let out a soft sigh. "It's very old, but you won't be able to date it." Furrowing her brow a little, she carefully picked her words so they were truth but not tell too much. "And you will not find another make like it. Not so far as I know." Unless he looked at her armor or the shield that stayed in a bag so carefully put away as an artifact that in truth belonged only to her. If he saw that? Well, he would see the similar craftsmanship.

"How...?" Steve wasn't sure of what else he meant to say. There were too many questions. He'd spent years searching for answers and Diana had them but instead, he of relieved, he felt like he'd started an avalanche of possibilities and questions that would take a lifetime to ask. Too many for him to put into words when it was obvious that the sight of the hilt hurt her so much.

Slowly mulling over her words, he felt something settle in his bones, maybe his soul. It felt like the moment he'd found the hilt, knowing he had to keep it safe, protect it until... until what he'd never really been sure but Steve knew that he was meant to be its caretaker. Until he met Diana? "Did it draw us together?" The question seemed impossible, but so did 'the Sword of Athena'.

Resting his cheek against her hair, Steve tried to put that name into some kind of context that didn't sound like myth but everything he thought of made him think of the books he'd read as a kid, not the logic he was supposed to have as a scholar. "I'd like to know more about the sword, when you're ready to talk about it." It was obvious that Diana was bothered by her family's - heirloom? That sounded like an old necklace or an ugly vase that had been passed down for generations, not a sword that had a name that hinted at legends. "If I'd known who it belonged to, I would have returned it."

"Many don't realize I am, well.. from Greece." It was as true a statement as she could make. Her mother was an Amazon Queen, her father the king of the gods that ruled so many years ago. What else could one say her descent was from? Not that she wished to go through that right now or ever. Not like she did so willingly while laying in the bow of a boat looking up at a sea of stars. The stories were so easily told then.

She'd not told them again. Not sense her heart shattered and she faced reality only to lose the only person she felt so connected to without her mother and the other Amazons. But those far away thoughts dissipated as she turned her head at his question. A line furrowed her brow softly as she considered that and she finally shook her head. "I don't know. It was abandoned so long ago. I never would have believed anyone would have found it."

And by a man named Steve that had his face. Even if this was his reincarnation, she refused to think of them as the same person. And thinking fate would force him to her again seemed almost sad. Why force something?

Not that anything they had done that day felt forced. It came as easy as breathing. Moving her hand from the book, she found his and curled her fingers around it. Pressing close, she let her eyes fall closed so she could just focus on him. His warmth, the scent, and even the feeling of his heartbeat. "I want you to keep it. There is none other like it. It... it suits you." It was a piece of who she was. Who she is. And she wanted him to have it. "It can never be fixed... because it can never go home." Just like her.

That wasn't quite the question that Steve intended to ask but it was one of the answers that he'd hoped Diana would give him eventually. He'd thought that someday she might become comfortable enough with him to share more of her life stories with him as they continued to get to know each other. He hadn't wanted it to bring her pain. Kissing the top of her head, he could sense something was bothering her, a greater sadness than a lost artifact should bring.

He waited for her to compose herself, to give what answers she was comfortable with despite years of curiosity about the sword. Knowing it brought her pain, he almost wished had hadn't found it, but then they wouldn't be together. "It could have," Steve offered, voice subdued since he couldn't quite gauge her reactions to the sword or him having it. Diana might see him as a thief even if he'd had no way to return the hilt to its rightful owner. "I don't know how I found it. I was in this little village, in the middle of nowhere. if it'd been lost for so long someone else should have found it since then." But it had called to Steve somehow.

After that the nightmares had started. The dreams related to the sword and darker, more disturbing things that he never remembered but he always woke in a blind panic afterward.

Lifting her hand, he kissed her knuckles, the gesture old-fashioned but seeming to be right. Just like the feeling of having Diana curled up with him, even if she seemed pained by what they'd both learned. "Shouldn't you ask the rest of your family before you give it to me?" They should have a say in it before he kept it. If he kept it. "A broken sword suits me?" he teased, hoping to get a smile. "I'm not sure if I should be insulted by that or not."

Biting into her lip, she considered it a moment. Honestly she'd only accept that if he wanted to meet her again. Finally lifting her head just enough, she turned to look him in the eye and hold his gaze. "Are you happy it brought you to me? If you are happy then I can accept that fate..." She deliberated, wondered if she should admit how she felt or if that would alter his perception. "I feel like... I was waiting to meet you. But that only works when both feel that way."

Watching him kiss her knuckles, she smiled softly before ducking her head again. Finally shifting closer, she touched her lips to his jaw lovingly and half closed her eyes. "I think it did call you. And you were meant to find it." Lifting up, just enough to look at him again, her smile was soft if a little wistful as her chin came to rest on his shoulder. "When I left home... my mother told me I could never come back. So myself, just like the sword... will never see home again."

It took a great effort to push past that sadness before she could huff a shaky laugh. "I say it suits you because it's a part of me. But if there is something broken about you I should know about, I am ready to hear about it." Diana couldn't help but tease back at that, her dark eyes brightening a little as she watched him, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "I'm sure I'll still approve of you."

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