Her breath caught, just a soft hitch that he could hear now that he was this close to her. Lashes lowered a little as her head tilted, pressing into the touch of his hand with a sort of relief and wonder as that knot in her chest that missed him so much almost made her choke on something that might have been a sob. But she swallowed, forcing that feeling back down hard, not wanting to come apart like that.
The hand on his chest lifted, her fingertips sliding over his as she pressed that touch more solidly to her skin as if to make it more real and not let him pull away. Because talking about it to someone other than their long lost friends made it real again. Not even Bruce got the luxury of her reminiscing or speaking of the one thing she lost and wanted back even for a moment. Even just a minute.
“You didn’t survive.” The words came out surprisingly firm, if soft. A whisper compared to her steel like confidence and courage. “It’s… it’s been a really long time.” Since the last time she looked at him. Heard his voice or even had this luxury of his hand against her skin. “I – I thought I accepted it. I think I had. But when I started to learn things, piece together information, I found Ha- him.” Even if Steve said he believed her in the end, she felt less sure. Less willing to just spit out the name of the god of the underworld.
“He let me have it… more time with you.” It felt wrong. Like rubbing suede leather the wrong way to feel so uncertain. Diana never felt so uncertain about anything as she did telling him this. And maybe it was that feeling that made a small almost smile pull at her lips as she held his eyes. “I made a challenge and an offer he couldn’t refuse.” More like, she stormed through his gates and demanded he hear her out. But she was sure, Steve knew that was more what she would do.
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The hand on his chest lifted, her fingertips sliding over his as she pressed that touch more solidly to her skin as if to make it more real and not let him pull away. Because talking about it to someone other than their long lost friends made it real again. Not even Bruce got the luxury of her reminiscing or speaking of the one thing she lost and wanted back even for a moment. Even just a minute.
“You didn’t survive.” The words came out surprisingly firm, if soft. A whisper compared to her steel like confidence and courage. “It’s… it’s been a really long time.” Since the last time she looked at him. Heard his voice or even had this luxury of his hand against her skin. “I – I thought I accepted it. I think I had. But when I started to learn things, piece together information, I found Ha- him.” Even if Steve said he believed her in the end, she felt less sure. Less willing to just spit out the name of the god of the underworld.
“He let me have it… more time with you.” It felt wrong. Like rubbing suede leather the wrong way to feel so uncertain. Diana never felt so uncertain about anything as she did telling him this. And maybe it was that feeling that made a small almost smile pull at her lips as she held his eyes. “I made a challenge and an offer he couldn’t refuse.” More like, she stormed through his gates and demanded he hear her out. But she was sure, Steve knew that was more what she would do.