[ Even after days past, everything was still kind of a blur to him. He'd gotten on that plane with a single purpose in mind: burn up the gas before it could hurt anyone. Well, anyone save for himself, obviously. Hadn't been a particularly easy sacrifice, but it had been a necessary one.
The parachute tucked underneath the seat just gave him an idea. A really bad idea. But well, it couldn't be worse than get blown up, so at least he could give it a try.
Never mind that as he fell out of the airplane at the same time he tried to shoot the bombs, he somehow failed to fasten the backpack properly, so he was pretty much clinging to the straps while the wind shook him around almost violently. Pretty sure he nearly passed out— and then Diana had simply floated up mid-air and caught him, bringing him back to the safety of the ground.
He did pass out, then. For just a little while, really. But he had just blown up an airplane so it could be excused. The fact that he pretty much slept his way through the next few days had to be excused too.
He woke up to the sky already dark. Must've slept for a whole day solid, he realized. He turned on the bed but his hands only patted at an empty space, so forcing his eyes open, he got up and dragged his feet towards the living room, only to find Diana on the couch, draped across the cushions, looking every bit like she'd just passed out there.
Head ducking slightly, he smiled to himself, running a hand through his hair as he padded over to her and kneeled on the floor next to the couch. He caught the small blanket resting over the back on the way, carefully draping it over her frame, wanting to wake her up yet trying hard not to. She probably needed more rest than even he did, after all. ]
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The parachute tucked underneath the seat just gave him an idea. A really bad idea. But well, it couldn't be worse than get blown up, so at least he could give it a try.
Never mind that as he fell out of the airplane at the same time he tried to shoot the bombs, he somehow failed to fasten the backpack properly, so he was pretty much clinging to the straps while the wind shook him around almost violently. Pretty sure he nearly passed out— and then Diana had simply floated up mid-air and caught him, bringing him back to the safety of the ground.
He did pass out, then. For just a little while, really. But he had just blown up an airplane so it could be excused. The fact that he pretty much slept his way through the next few days had to be excused too.
He woke up to the sky already dark. Must've slept for a whole day solid, he realized. He turned on the bed but his hands only patted at an empty space, so forcing his eyes open, he got up and dragged his feet towards the living room, only to find Diana on the couch, draped across the cushions, looking every bit like she'd just passed out there.
Head ducking slightly, he smiled to himself, running a hand through his hair as he padded over to her and kneeled on the floor next to the couch. He caught the small blanket resting over the back on the way, carefully draping it over her frame, wanting to wake her up yet trying hard not to. She probably needed more rest than even he did, after all. ]