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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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."