Flame of War
Fandom: Wonder Woman (Movies)
Pairing: Diana x Steve Trevor
Rating: G
Summary: "And why did you chose to be a spy?" She asks.
Words: 618
Notes: For @mousedetective
Prompt(s): 28. "We all have our reasons." From @fictober-event
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The sea is calm.
And Diana knows that she should be thankful to Poseidon for being so kind. The faster they reach London, as Steve has called it, the better.
But she will not deny that the man intrigues her. Not only because he is a man, and a man who has seen and knows the world beyond the shores of Themyscira, but for the way he describes his work in the war. A spy. She knows and understand the principles of war, but the way she knows it, all point to traitors who chose to sell their people.
Steve is not that. Instead, he is a man who is fighting against an enemy in its own turf, in its own grounds by pretending to be someone he is not. Such a curious thing. In the end, her curiosity gets the better of her.
"And why did you chose to be a spy?" She asks.
Steve looks at her, gives her a tiny smile. "We all have our reasons," he says. "My own are that I knew I could handle it. I knew that spies were needed and I saw a way to make myself more useful than full on battle."
"You are still doing battle," she points out.
Steve laughs, "Of course I am. But I have always like battle of wits over that of fists. It also helps that I am good with languages."
"Are you?"
"Well, as much a normal person can." Steve corrects himself with good humor. "I am not you, nor someone who was blessed by the Gods. I do what I can."
"Tell me more about being a spy, please."
"It is hard work," he admits after a moment of silence. "There are days where all I can do is bury my nails on my palm to stop myself from reacting. It is hard to see the horrors that the enemy does and pretend that you support them. There are days when I have thrown up and do not make me tell about what they've done to the few spies that have been uncovered. People are dying and people will continue to die if I do not get this information to the allied nations."
She looks away, she has never known the horror of war. But all the people at Themyscira have. They did, after all, free themselves from slavery. And Steve might not think himself blessed by the Gods, but she is sure that Athena would hold some respect for him, a man who thinks and fights with wits as much as with his fists. "We will get to London," she says. "And you will be able to pass on the information."
"And then, I will take you to the war, as I promised."
She smiles, Ares should be afraid of her. "And I will find a way to end this war."
"I hope you can, Diana. I really do."
And the flame of war that burns inside of her, shines brighter at that with hope. And she hopes that Steve will be there with her, for she finds him to be a good man. Someone who was able to see injustice an do something about it. Someone who risks his life for the people of the world. By the tales of her mother, not any man would do that without expecting a reward. And yet, here Steve was, fearless and bold, but also gentle and kind. He gave her hope, a hope that the stories of her mother were not all true, for surely, all men could not be monsters, how could they, when here was one that was fighting the actual monsters?
"I will find a way," she vows.
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a cat named steve
summary: Steve Trevor is a soldier and a spy. He thinks he has seen it all. Yet, he finds himself completely unprepared when he and Diana are asked to look after a cat. A cat named Steve.
author’s note: Hello, I did a thing. It’s been forever. Hope you’ll enjoy it!
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A shadow darted towards Steve’s legs the second he opened the front door, just as Diana’s voice rang out from the kitchen:
“Don’t let Steve escape!”
Steve leaned down instinctively, scooping up the thing before it made it into the hallway, surprised to see an orange cat sitting in his arms when he looked down.
Huh.
He looked up, confused and half-certain that he had the wrong apartment by mistake, however crazy that sounded. But no, that was their hallway and their coat rack and their umbrella holder.
And that certainly was Diana walking towards him as she dried her hands on the kitchen towel.
Steve felt his brows knit together, his confusion deepening.
The last time he checked, they didn’t have a cat.
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