She didn't mind the curiosity. If anything, Diana found it adorable. Especially when she could remember being quite the same with him but a century ago. It only added to the amusement when he reacted to the idea of a phone the way he did. Her lips curled into an amused smile as she peered at him, brow arched a little.
"So you can call me and find me whenever we're apart." She answered quietly, her hand pulling her own phone out as her free hand slid into the crook of Steve's arm gently. Leaning closer, she unlocked the device and held it out for him to look at it. "This is a phone now."
She meant for him to take it. To probably marvel at just what humans had learned to do in such a short span of time. "It is really a marvel when you consider all the things it can do."
That made absolutely no sense to him. Not at first, anyway. She wouldn't be home or somewhere with a telephone all the time after all, and even if she were, he wouldn't be able to just guess which extension he should ask for. So though her words were meant to answer his question, for a short while they only gave him more questions rather than answers.
And even as she offered up the small sleek device, it still didn't clarify a whole lot for him. His eyebrows knit together, his look utterly bewildered as he picked up the small object gingerly from her hand, almost as if he was afraid to break it somehow.
"You're joking," he said, his voice lilting and a huffed chuckle slipping past his lips. He stared at the screen, the bright image shining on the flat surface, though he didn't touch it. Mostly because he had no idea it would respond to touch alone. "You're joking with me, right? No way this is a telephone."
Part of her wondered if Steve found the look of shock and awe on her own face back then as entertaining as she did watching him now. A soft, gentle smile lit up her eyes as she watched the way his eyebrows pulled together and confusion filled those bright sea blue eyes. "No, I'm not joking."
Leaning against his side, she reached over his arm to press the phone button to show him the way the keypad appeared on the screen. "It does more than that, but it is a phone." Her chin came to rest on his shoulder as she waited to see if he would try to touch the screen or even experiment at all. Finally, she turned her head a bit to look at his profile. "I admit, after going through the original phones when I first entered this world, I was just as amazed the first time I held one. It's a wondrous thing."
While he was holding the small object, she saw an alert slip across the top of the screen letting her know that Bruce sent another message. "Those are called text messages. You can send a typed message to anyone that has a phone. So if I get you one, you can reach me anywhere."
Entertaining? No doubt. But also he had found it to be very endearing, more often than not. He still could remember the glow in her eye as she tasted ice cream for the first time, something that had drawn a smile from him at the time despite their circumstances. Right now, he was vaguely aware he likely looked just like that to her right now, but she wasn't mocking or belittling him for his ignorance, so he didn't mind that in the least.
He leaned forward slightly when she touched the surface and the image responded, making him even more speechless. Eventually he lifted his other hand, holding his index finger out and gingerly touching some of the numbers, watching how that had him typing in a sequence.
"A text message? Like a letter?" He watched the alert until it disappeared again, then he looked up at her. "And this Bruce is your friend— who has a phone like this one? With a specific number attached to it, I take it. Is that how it works? You don't have operators anymore, do you?"
In a way, his reactions struck her as utterly fascinating. And being she once stood in his shoes, she couldn't possibly treat him with ridicule or even laugh. If anything, her smile stayed fond and sweet as her hand on his arm squeezed gently. A smile that grew as he tried to actually tap a few keys to see what it would do.
Leaning in closer, she pressed a soft kiss quickly behind his ear before resuming the simple chin on the shoulder stance as she watched him. "Mm, something like that. Just, digital." Though, that word may mean nothing to him right now. "He is. I'm sure his phone is better than me, however. He's much better with technology than I am. Which is why he'll be helping me get you a passport." She sighed at that before rolling her eyes at the fact that Bruce likely made his own phone on top of that.
"Everyone has their own number which helps the devices communicate with each other." She hoped that explanation was simple enough, because she really didn't know if she could explain the technology in a way he'd fully understand in a short explanation. "Operators honestly, only exist to look up numbers or information when you can't look it up by other means." Diana nearly mentioned the internet, but she really didn't want to confuse him that quickly. One step at a time.
Normally, that kiss alone would have been enough to distract him, or even getting to have Diana this close to him. But right now, his attention was evidently elsewhere, and as they made it to the lift, even more was sure to grab his attention. "I see," he said finally, lowering the phone a little as he looked at her, then around them.
He handed the phone back to her eventually, smiling a little. "You'll have to remind me to thank him later, when I get to meet him." Steve was assuming he would, at least. If he was a friend of hers then they likely saw each other sometimes, and considering Steve would likely attach himself to her hip for the foreseeable future, he'd probably end up meeting all the people that were part of Diana's life now.
He took a deep, slow breath, clearing his throat a little as he reached for her hand instead, clasping it tightly in his own. He smiled, but it was more nervous than anything else. "Alright, then. Guess it's time to meet this brand new world."
"Of course." Bruce was being far more helpful than she originally thought he would when she first contacted him. Though, she foresaw him asking for details and descriptions later. His curiosity about who she was and where she was from tended to get him motivated to lend a hand in hopes of her sharing that. Maybe she should. Eventually. For now though, she just wanted to focus on getting Steve back into the world and comfortable.
Weaving her fingers through his as he takes her hand, the other absently puts the phone away. She didn't move away from his side, keeping close as she nudged them onto the elevator. Pressing the button for the ground floor, she let her head lower to rest against his shoulder. "No matter how much it has changed, just remember that I am always going to be at your side to walk you through it."
Tipping her head to look up at him, she arched a brow lightly. "You never did say what sort of food that you might want for breakfast."
If he came to Steve about it, he would likely get a few answers at least, even if Steve was also a pretty secretive type— being a spy and all, it was almost second nature to him. He wouldn't share much about Diana if she didn't want him to, though. That was something for her to decide to share, and it wasn't his place to tell. Even if he happily would spend hours speaking of all the ways in which she was perfect in his eyes.
And possibly not even get embarrassed about it. Maybe.
He watched her press the button, tensing slightly when the lift started moving, gliding smoothly down the building. It was nothing like what he was used to, even if he could recognize the contraption easily enough. Her question got his attention at least, and he looked away from the panel and the doors to land his gaze on her.
"Breakfast," he parroted, an earlier conversation of theirs coming to mind and drawing a smile across his face. "Coffee and toast will do."
She caught him tensing and leaned more into his side as a comfort more than anything else. "They're much nicer now, aren't they? I used to think I'd much rather walk all the stairs in a building. Good exercise just time consuming. Now I don't mind them so much." Because she may be able to fight off the God of War or an all powerful alien from Krypton, but being dropped in an elevator was something she didn't know if she could win against. Good thing it was just one more thing time improved.
The thought made her smile a little. A smile the turned into an affectionate eye roll at his simple breakfast request. The man was in Greece and he wanted something so simple. It shouldn't surprise her. It really didn't. "I think I can find something traditional like that."
Leaning in before the elevator could reach the ground floor, she brushed a kiss to his lips and touched their noses tenderly. "Any thing you want." Finally leaning back, she was just in time for the doors to open up. Nudging him softly, she pushed him into the sleek modern lobby that she knew looked nothing like the buildings back then. She nodded a greeting to the reception before guiding Steve to the front doors.
"I believe there is something not far from here, actually. Would you like to take a cab or walk it?" Diana gave him a slightly worried look as she drew her eyes over him. A bit of the worry still lingered over his health. Mainly because she had long lost that blind trust of her earlier days and just wanted to be absolutely sure he could move just fine.
He smiled, vaguely amused at her words. "Maybe going up and down endless flights of stairs is easier for you, but I'm only human," he pointed out playfully, knowing that Diana would have a much easier time than he would doing that. Still, he understood the sentiment. And really, he was much less likely to survive a lift drop than she was.
Then again she could always go punch Hades in the face and get him back again if that happened. She did that once already, so.
Honestly, asking for a simple breakfast seemed like the only possible option. He could've asked for more, granted, but right now he needed to cling to any bit of familiarity he could find, and right now Diana was about the only thing. To know that people still would have something as plain as coffee and toast for breakfast was, admittedly, a small but welcome comfort.
"We can walk, if it's not far." It'd be easier to get used to his surroundings that way. He was fairly sure that the cabs would look different, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to deal with that particular change right now. He tugged on her arm a little, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm fine, Diana. Really, I feel great."
She smiled at him just a little, brow arched as she regarded him. "It's good exercise." Diana wouldn't mention that some buildings these days scale far more floors than most thought possible a century ago. Besides, she liked to tease him when she could. It felt too good to feel light again and show that side of herself close to no one knew existed any longer.
Squeezing his hand, she couldn't stop herself from drawing it to her lips and kissing his knuckles with a brush of her lips. Diana knew she was worrying more than necessary, but it had also been a very long time... Breathing in slowly, she tugged him in the direction of the diner. "It's not far at all. And it's quiet."
When she'd found a loft in Greece, she'd been careful to get it in a quiet, nice area. Where it made it pretty remote in someways, it helped in others. Like not wanting to be seen when she first moved in and the strange hours she kept as she found the way to bring him back.
Tipping her head up into the kiss to her cheek, she smiled softly. "Good. I'm..." The emotion caught in her throat and she cleared it softly. "I'm glad." Her eyes lingered on his profile before she finally forced herself to look ahead again. Breathing in, she tipped her head to an older architecture building on the corner with tables sitting out on the sidewalk not but a few blocks ahead. "Look alright to you?"
"It's a sure way of keeling over with a heart attack," he joked mildly, even though he likely shouldn't, considering he was dead not even a day ago. But, well, he didn't linger on the remark, and he hoped she wouldn't either. Point being, it was good exercise for her— he, on the other hand, welcomed not having to go up and down several flights of stairs every single day.
Steve found that he couldn't stop smiling, though. Even through her teasing remarks, the wondrous sights just outside the building stealing his attention for a short while, his lips kept curving into a soft smile, deepening whenever she kissed him or looked at him. When his eyes found hers again, he could almost feel something burst from within his chest, his heart fluttering away and beating faintly in his own head.
"It's perfect." Well, close enough. Perfect, possibly, would be just the two of them on a small balcony, nothing but her and him and a view. But this was such a nice, quiet spot, even with all the oddities. And Diana was there with him, beautiful and happy and just... it was a promise of all the time he had wished for them. It was more than he thought he deserved, but like hell he'd let it slip through his fingers now. He didn't care if he deserved it or not. He wanted it regardless.
Catching both her hands, he got her to turn until she was facing him, then leaned in to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close in an embrace, face burying in the curve of her neck— something that, he was well aware, would get plenty of heads turning their way back in 1918. Right now, though, no one seemed to care particularly. "I have a very... very serious problem."
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"So you can call me and find me whenever we're apart." She answered quietly, her hand pulling her own phone out as her free hand slid into the crook of Steve's arm gently. Leaning closer, she unlocked the device and held it out for him to look at it. "This is a phone now."
She meant for him to take it. To probably marvel at just what humans had learned to do in such a short span of time. "It is really a marvel when you consider all the things it can do."
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And even as she offered up the small sleek device, it still didn't clarify a whole lot for him. His eyebrows knit together, his look utterly bewildered as he picked up the small object gingerly from her hand, almost as if he was afraid to break it somehow.
"You're joking," he said, his voice lilting and a huffed chuckle slipping past his lips. He stared at the screen, the bright image shining on the flat surface, though he didn't touch it. Mostly because he had no idea it would respond to touch alone. "You're joking with me, right? No way this is a telephone."
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Leaning against his side, she reached over his arm to press the phone button to show him the way the keypad appeared on the screen. "It does more than that, but it is a phone." Her chin came to rest on his shoulder as she waited to see if he would try to touch the screen or even experiment at all. Finally, she turned her head a bit to look at his profile. "I admit, after going through the original phones when I first entered this world, I was just as amazed the first time I held one. It's a wondrous thing."
While he was holding the small object, she saw an alert slip across the top of the screen letting her know that Bruce sent another message. "Those are called text messages. You can send a typed message to anyone that has a phone. So if I get you one, you can reach me anywhere."
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He leaned forward slightly when she touched the surface and the image responded, making him even more speechless. Eventually he lifted his other hand, holding his index finger out and gingerly touching some of the numbers, watching how that had him typing in a sequence.
"A text message? Like a letter?" He watched the alert until it disappeared again, then he looked up at her. "And this Bruce is your friend— who has a phone like this one? With a specific number attached to it, I take it. Is that how it works? You don't have operators anymore, do you?"
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Leaning in closer, she pressed a soft kiss quickly behind his ear before resuming the simple chin on the shoulder stance as she watched him. "Mm, something like that. Just, digital." Though, that word may mean nothing to him right now. "He is. I'm sure his phone is better than me, however. He's much better with technology than I am. Which is why he'll be helping me get you a passport." She sighed at that before rolling her eyes at the fact that Bruce likely made his own phone on top of that.
"Everyone has their own number which helps the devices communicate with each other." She hoped that explanation was simple enough, because she really didn't know if she could explain the technology in a way he'd fully understand in a short explanation. "Operators honestly, only exist to look up numbers or information when you can't look it up by other means." Diana nearly mentioned the internet, but she really didn't want to confuse him that quickly. One step at a time.
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He handed the phone back to her eventually, smiling a little. "You'll have to remind me to thank him later, when I get to meet him." Steve was assuming he would, at least. If he was a friend of hers then they likely saw each other sometimes, and considering Steve would likely attach himself to her hip for the foreseeable future, he'd probably end up meeting all the people that were part of Diana's life now.
He took a deep, slow breath, clearing his throat a little as he reached for her hand instead, clasping it tightly in his own. He smiled, but it was more nervous than anything else. "Alright, then. Guess it's time to meet this brand new world."
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Weaving her fingers through his as he takes her hand, the other absently puts the phone away. She didn't move away from his side, keeping close as she nudged them onto the elevator. Pressing the button for the ground floor, she let her head lower to rest against his shoulder. "No matter how much it has changed, just remember that I am always going to be at your side to walk you through it."
Tipping her head to look up at him, she arched a brow lightly. "You never did say what sort of food that you might want for breakfast."
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And possibly not even get embarrassed about it. Maybe.
He watched her press the button, tensing slightly when the lift started moving, gliding smoothly down the building. It was nothing like what he was used to, even if he could recognize the contraption easily enough. Her question got his attention at least, and he looked away from the panel and the doors to land his gaze on her.
"Breakfast," he parroted, an earlier conversation of theirs coming to mind and drawing a smile across his face. "Coffee and toast will do."
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The thought made her smile a little. A smile the turned into an affectionate eye roll at his simple breakfast request. The man was in Greece and he wanted something so simple. It shouldn't surprise her. It really didn't. "I think I can find something traditional like that."
Leaning in before the elevator could reach the ground floor, she brushed a kiss to his lips and touched their noses tenderly. "Any thing you want." Finally leaning back, she was just in time for the doors to open up. Nudging him softly, she pushed him into the sleek modern lobby that she knew looked nothing like the buildings back then. She nodded a greeting to the reception before guiding Steve to the front doors.
"I believe there is something not far from here, actually. Would you like to take a cab or walk it?" Diana gave him a slightly worried look as she drew her eyes over him. A bit of the worry still lingered over his health. Mainly because she had long lost that blind trust of her earlier days and just wanted to be absolutely sure he could move just fine.
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Then again she could always go punch Hades in the face and get him back again if that happened. She did that once already, so.
Honestly, asking for a simple breakfast seemed like the only possible option. He could've asked for more, granted, but right now he needed to cling to any bit of familiarity he could find, and right now Diana was about the only thing. To know that people still would have something as plain as coffee and toast for breakfast was, admittedly, a small but welcome comfort.
"We can walk, if it's not far." It'd be easier to get used to his surroundings that way. He was fairly sure that the cabs would look different, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to deal with that particular change right now. He tugged on her arm a little, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm fine, Diana. Really, I feel great."
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Squeezing his hand, she couldn't stop herself from drawing it to her lips and kissing his knuckles with a brush of her lips. Diana knew she was worrying more than necessary, but it had also been a very long time... Breathing in slowly, she tugged him in the direction of the diner. "It's not far at all. And it's quiet."
When she'd found a loft in Greece, she'd been careful to get it in a quiet, nice area. Where it made it pretty remote in someways, it helped in others. Like not wanting to be seen when she first moved in and the strange hours she kept as she found the way to bring him back.
Tipping her head up into the kiss to her cheek, she smiled softly. "Good. I'm..." The emotion caught in her throat and she cleared it softly. "I'm glad." Her eyes lingered on his profile before she finally forced herself to look ahead again. Breathing in, she tipped her head to an older architecture building on the corner with tables sitting out on the sidewalk not but a few blocks ahead. "Look alright to you?"
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Steve found that he couldn't stop smiling, though. Even through her teasing remarks, the wondrous sights just outside the building stealing his attention for a short while, his lips kept curving into a soft smile, deepening whenever she kissed him or looked at him. When his eyes found hers again, he could almost feel something burst from within his chest, his heart fluttering away and beating faintly in his own head.
"It's perfect." Well, close enough. Perfect, possibly, would be just the two of them on a small balcony, nothing but her and him and a view. But this was such a nice, quiet spot, even with all the oddities. And Diana was there with him, beautiful and happy and just... it was a promise of all the time he had wished for them. It was more than he thought he deserved, but like hell he'd let it slip through his fingers now. He didn't care if he deserved it or not. He wanted it regardless.
Catching both her hands, he got her to turn until she was facing him, then leaned in to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close in an embrace, face burying in the curve of her neck— something that, he was well aware, would get plenty of heads turning their way back in 1918. Right now, though, no one seemed to care particularly. "I have a very... very serious problem."