A\N: I loove Wonder Woman. So, here's a Fourth of July present!
DIANA
How do I do this?
I'm surrounded, completly surrounded. My strength is fading--why? What's going on?
I feel a sudden pang of longing.
I want Steve to hold me. I want him to kiss me and hug me and tell me everything's okay.
I want to be protected.
For the first time, the idea isn't repugnant. I want protection, just as I want to protect. Equal parts of a whole.
And would it be so bad if my love protected me?
My love?
I cringe as the gas explodes. I know what comes next: darkness, capture, torture.
A I fall into sleep, I pray that this time, I won't be helpless.
STEVE
Diana's not here.
I miss her. She's a part of me now, a physical ache I want so badly to relieve.
No. She's lower-rank, and she's shy. Naive. She's probably never even been kissed.
I won't do that to her.
But I can't shake the feeling that she's not here for a reason, that it's wrong that she's not here. It's like how I feel when Wonder Woman leaves me, but...but I'm not in love with Wonder Woman, am I? Or Diana...
God, who am I kidding?
I stare at the desktop.
I know who Wonder Woman is. She's Diana.
And I'm terrified she'll leave me. I'm not strong enough for her.
General Blakenship's asked me many times if I know who Wonder Woman is, and each time I've lied. It's not obvious, not connectable, but somehow I just know.
And I love her. Diana and Wonder Woman both. Two sides of the same coin, capability in battle and in the real world.
My perfect woman.
"Major Trevor, have you seen Diana? She said she'd go shopping with me, and I haven't seen her all day--"
Diana's missing.
"No. I'm going to find her."
I walk out, ignoring every other person in the world.
I will find you, Diana Prince. And when I do, I'll play it off, how much I was worried.
Because I love you. And I won't stop you from saving the world.