A/N: Hello there fellow lovers of Wonder Woman! This story has spoilers obviously, but besides stuff from the movie none of this is canon. I'm just making stuff up. Hence, fanfiction. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Diana and Steve being able to have some more time because that's all we all want. Please don't be too harsh on any grammatical or spelling mistakes, it's really late and no outside eyes to pick out little things. More notes at the bottom. P.S. I don't own any characters mentioned, that's all DC and DCEU.
He pulled the trigger. He is sure he did, but as he lays in extreme pain on an uncomfortable hospital bed he tries to figure out how he would've been able to survive such an explosion.
Two Days Later
"How are you feeling today, Steve?" A nurse asks as she does her usual rounds.
Steve smiles, "Actually, not that bad, considering...I feel a little raw, but other than that fine. Do I even need all these bandages?" He peels at a bandage ending at his wrist, "There're no burn marks on my neck and face anymore, so maybe I'm all good everywhere else too. Maybe I'm just way above average at healing."
The nurse laughs, "No, no. You need those. You've only been here a week and when you arrived you barely had a heart beat. You already had one miracle, we don't want to mess with that." She takes his empty dinner tray and leaves with a smile.
Steve lays back on the inclined bed, focusing on the events that led up to this point, but his mind seems to be against him. The only thoughts coming to him are of Diana. He misses his princess, his warrior.
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Later that evening Doctor Edwards comes to check on him.
"We're going to have a look at the burns today. This might hurt just a bit if the skin is sticking to the bandages," he warns as he sets up his tools. Edwards cautiously peels an edge up. "Dear God! I need a nurse!" He stands up abruptly from his stool.
A nurse comes running to help. "What is it, doctor?"
Edwards just motions to Steve's partially unwrapped bandages.
She moves closer to get a better look, reeling back with a gasp.
"Can someone please tell me what is wrong? These are my legs you're gasping at! Is it worse than it's supposed to be? Will I be able to walk again?" Steve asks, frightened at what might be the answer.
"I don't have a scientific explanation for this, Steve. You'll just have to see for yourself," Doctor Edwards says seriously as he reaches to peel off the bandage on one leg.
Steve steels himself for whatever type of horror he may see that were once his legs, only to have relief and confusion wash over him. "Doctor?"
"Well, I guess you really are a miracle," the nurse breathes out in disbelief.
"How can this be?" Steve reaches down and runs a hand over his leg to see if it was real, then peels the bandages off his other leg. "Wow." Steve smiles at his perfectly healed legs, no scars, no sign of being scorched.
Next Day
Doctor Edwards stands at the end of Steve's bed. "Well," he glances at his clipboard, "all your vitals are good and you're...completely healthy and healed, so I guess you're good to go. I know we haven't been able to have our staff get all your information yet to alert your squadron of your stay here, so you're going to have to visit the front desk to speak with someone who will be able to help you with that on your way out."
Steve hops off the bed with newfound energy. "Thank you for everything, Doc."
The Edwards takes hold of Steve's arm. "I don't understand what happened here, but I think it might be a good idea to not spread this around for the time being. Other than that, well, thank you for being the easiest emergency patient I've ever had."
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At the front desk, Steve is able to get use of a phone, since he had no money to use a pay phone. He rings the number of his most trusted friend.
"Etta? Yeah, hey, it's Steve."
London- One Week Later
"So, what kind of paperwork do I have to fill out to be unpronounced dead?" Steve jokes. Diana glares at him. "Too soon?"
Diana smiles, he's quickly forgiven. She takes his hand in hers as they sit together on his couch, both content to just spend time together, time that they both thought they lost.
"I love you, Steve."
He smiles, getting lost in her eyes that stare deep into his soul, feeling so exposed, yet enjoying every minute of it. "I love you, Diana."
After following Etta to every imaginable boring place in London that had to do with affirming that he was indeed alive, Steve stands awkwardly at the doorway of his bedroom. Awkwardly. At his bedroom. The awkwardness stemming from his inability to decide if he would sleep next to the wonderful woman he met just a few weeks ago or take the couch like a gentleman. He knows what Diana would suggest, but his instincts tell him otherwise. Steve is not so sure if he would be able to sleep while laying next to her, his thoughts already running wild, going back to Veld. He knows it shouldn't be awkward, especially in a situation as such because he's Steve Trevor, but Steve Trevor also has never loved a literal goddess before. His thoughts are finally cut off when Diana pull him into the bedroom by tugging at his shirt.
"You know, you could just ask me to walk over to you," Steve smirks.
"I don't have that kind of patience, Steve," Diana responds with a smirk of her own and smoothes her thumb over his cheek.
"We will need to talk about how you have no burns, but that can be discussed at a later date."
Steve's retort is quieted by Diana's lips.
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"So, the last thing you remember is shooting the gun?" Etta questions.
Steve sighs, "Yes, but even that I cannot be sure of. I mean, it wouldn't make sense because how would I have gotten out of the explosion? I must've jumped out of the plane and used a parachute."
Diana cuts in, "I don't know, Steve. All I know is that you are here and you are healthy, and for that I am entirely grateful to whatever force brought you back to me."
One Month Later
"I could really use a drink right now," Steve mutters as he sits on another doctor's examination table.
Diana squeezed his hand, "This will all be over soon, okay? We will soon be able to enjoy this peaceful world together."
Steve smiles, "I can't wait for that. Can it include going to a bar tonight? Together, of course."
Diana laughs and Steve waits for an answer.
Five Years Later
Steve picks up a photo of himself from right after the war ended. "Huh..."
"Diana!"
Diana pokes her head out from the bathroom, toothbrush still in her mouth, "Yeah?"
He gestures for her to come to him, handing her the photo quickly.
"Yes? It's a nice photo," She says confused.
"Yeah, but really look at it, then look at me. Diana, I don't think I've aged at all since the war. Not one bit. I kind of look younger. My skin was never this perfect before," Steve blurts out.
Diana furrows her brow as she examines the picture. "Steve..."
1990
"This car is so uncomfortable. Why do they make cars so tiny and confined? These seats are so low," Steve complains as he tries to get settled again.
Diana shrugs, "It's a convertible. Also, the newest model. You're just complaining because you're tired from driving. Just go to sleep, Steve."
He mumbles a little bit, but ultimately closes his eyes and succumbs to a deep sleep.
"Oh Steve."
Diana tries to focus on the road, but the scenery is so beautiful. The bright blue water of the Pacific Ocean mesmerizes her and the breeze feels divine flowing through her hair. She glances at Steve, as beautiful as ever. His soft snores make her want to pull over and cuddle him, but she is determined to reach their destination by the end of today.
She rests a hand on Steve's cheek, "Hey, time to wake up. We're here." Diana has the biggest smile on her face, one that is only temporarily interrupted by a kiss from a sleepy Steve. She moves the floppy hair out of his eyes. "I love you."
Steve kisses her nose, "And, I love you."
Los Angeles is new to both Diana and Steve. They had lived in London until the last of their friends had passed, all of whom had lived long fulfilling lives. Samie and Chief being the last to pass at the age of 80 and 75 in 1955. After that they moved around every few years, never fully settling down. They moved to the states in 1969. It was an interesting time for both of them, but Diana was away often overseas to help in the Vietnam War. Not fighting, but helping those in need. Diana and Steve lived in New York for many years, 1969-1976. From there it was Boston where they stayed till 1990. Now, the two attempt to start over in the City of Angels...
A/N: So, yeah. I went off the ages of the actors of Etta (44), Charlie (45), Sameer (43), and Chief (38) for just getting a range of the year of their deaths. As I said before this isn't canon to comics or movie so the places they move and the years and the fact that Diana didn't turn away from mankind fully. Thank you for reading and comments, favorites, and follows are much appreciated. Also, this is not finished, it was more of an introduction/background of this story. I will continue from where it ends in LA and more in depth not an overview type thing.
