Author's note: Hi! Im the same author of Army of Angels, so if there's any semblance with Steve's job in this story, it's because I wrote the other story too.
Please review my work :)
"I do not want to attend this date you're saying." Diana protested.
"He's a nice guy!" Barry likewise protested as he looked at his girlfriend, Iris.
The three of them were face timing each other. Iris appeared behind Barry and nodded vigorously in agreement with Barry. "You'll like him, we promise." Iris smiled. Team Flash had been residing in Central City, while Diana stayed in Paris.
"How will the two of us meet if he lives in Central City?" Diana complained. It would take something more than this to change the couple's minds. They are both stubborn in their own way.
"No, no, no." Iris giggled. "He's currently stationed in Paris!"
"Stationed? What's his job?" Diana inquired.
"We're not telling." Barry replied. "It's better if the two of you talk about that over candlelit dinner."
Diana rolled her eyes. Young people are always trying to be romantic, she thought.
Diana lay silent for a while and thought about her "date". "Soo, is this a yes?" Barry awkwardly smiled as he made his signature puppy dog eyes.
"Fine." Diana groaned. "But don't blame me if it turns out bad." She sighed.
Iris squealed in delight as she high-fived Barry. The both of them were so excited that Diana didn't have the guts to turn them down.
"I'll be sending the details of the restaurant in your e-mail address. And please get ready at 8:00 tonight." Iris giggled.
"Tonight?" Diana protested. Barry and Iris, sensing her surprise immediately said goodbye and turned off their face time.
Diana gently massaged her temples as she reclined to her chair and took out the briefcase Bruce Wayne sent her. She slowly opened it and took out a picture preserved in a glass. She touched Steve Trevor's face and looked at it melancholily. She already found love and lost love, she thought. She never really needed another lover. After a century being in this earth, she realized that she will never find someone like Steve. And she decided that she'll never look for one.
Diana glanced at his wall clock as she carefully returned the photo on its case. She sighed heavily as she only got an less than two hours to prepare. Those darn kids, she thought.
"You made what?" The man on the screen shouted at both Iris and Barry.
"We made a reservation at 8pm, Paris time in a restaurant near the Louvre". Barry grinned at his friend.
"I'm thirty minutes away from the Louvre!" His friend said. "And it's 7pm for crying out loud."
"Then you should leave now!" Iris said. "You don't want to miss this!"
"No. cancel it right now." The man commanded Barry.
"No we cannot!" Iris protested. "Do you know how hard it is to get a reservation? Not to mention how hard it is to actually find you a date? Not to mention your job description doesn't really allow you to enter relationships." Iris started a full blown rant.
"Just listen to her, man" Barry pleaded to his friend, as he worriedly look at him. That rant is going to go on and on.
"Fine." He said in defeat. "Just don't blame me if things won't go well." He said before he ended the call.
Steve Trevor sighed as he left the A.R.G.U.S headquarters. Because of the rise of meta-humans around the world, the United Nations approved a resolution where the once United States based organization be present around the world. Their main HQ in the United States was headed by Amanda Waller, while the European Branch was headed by him.
Steve wazed his way in Paris. He had heen in France for months but he still haven't toured properly around the city. Paris was a small city. Because of its famous landmarks, people from around the world had been going in and out of the country. The city was hustling and bustling but it was relatively more quiet than New York or any major city in the U.S for that matter.
Diana tapped her phone rapidly as she tried to finish her game. Cellphones are a gift to humanity, she thought as she slid her finger back and forth while cutting virtual fruits on her screen. She was wearing a red dress, and for the first time in a long time, she decided to let her hair down. She did not put any make-up to discourage her date from asking a second one. She impatiently waited for her date who is now 15 minutes late. Diana closed her game and sighed. She wondered if she should message Barry as his "friend" didn't have the common courtesy to come on time. She would have gotten wine, but realized, she can't get drunk. What do humans do when they're stood up on a date? She contemplated. She should have watched more of those romantic movies to see how a normal woman would react with men in these kinds of situations. A hundred years on earth and she never learned how 'dating' works. She only remembered how Steve and her danced on Veld while snow was slowly pouring down. In today's context, was that considered a proper date? The intricacies and the complexities of dating frustrated her. People should be more straight forward and just bluntly say that they like each other. That's what she would do. The Amazons are not bashful beings. If they want something, they will proclaim it. But she is not in Themyschira, as the Romans used to say, when in Rome, do what Romans do. Diana sighed as she looked at the wall clock of the restaurant. Five more minutes, and then I'll leave this place, she thought.
She tried to open her game again when she received a slight tap on her shoulder. "Diana Prince?" The man said.
Finally, Diana thought. Diana looked over her shoulder to see the man Barry and Iris were so proud of. The first thing she saw was his shoes - loafers. Diana eyes slowly scanned the man from foot to head. He was wearing a normal pair of black pants, and a white shirt. His white shirt was covered with a leather jacket, was it the shirt he was covering with the jacket or was it the gun holster beneath his underarms? Either way, Diana made her way to the man's face. He had an apologetic smile. He was also clean shaven, the scent of an after shave can still smelled from him. He had a familiar jaw structure, similar to someone she had known before. His eyes were bright blue as the skies of Thymeschira. Diana's heart raced as she saw the same man she fell in love with a hundred years ago. Slowly, she stood up from her seat, dumbfounded at what she was seeing.
"Steve?" She said as if she knew him.
"Yes. Steve Trevor. I'm sorry, I'm late." He apologized again. Diana slowly shook her head.
"I..it's okay.." she managed to mutter.
"Shall we?" He said as he slowly pulled Diana's chair back to let her return to her seat. Diana managed to calmly sit down, but she saw how her hands were shaking. She clasped them together in order to stop them from moving, but it did not help. Steve went on to sit on his chair. The two of them remained quiet for a while, Diana was busy controlling her shaking while Steve awkwardly just sat there.
"Do you want to leave?" He asked, noticing that she had been very uncomfortable ever since he got there.
Diana looked up and stared at his face. "No.." she said, almost in a whisper. Keep it together, she told herself.
Steve smiled at her sweetly. Diana's heart pounded hard on her chest. "You're late." Finally she managed to say something. It was not the best reaction, but at least it was something.
"Uhm, yeah. Sorry about that, I kinda got lost.." Steve scratched his head.
Diana chuckled at his excuse. Thankfully, she managed to calm down because of the stupidity of his excuse. "Most people don't get lost in Paris." She said sarcastically.
"Well, I'm not most people." Steve defended himself. Diana wasn't able to think of a good comeback so they again sat silently. Think of something, where did all your wit go? She told herself. But she couldn't think of anything else except the fact that she was speaking with someone who looked and had the same name as her Steve Trevor. He was dead and yet he's here. Is this some kind of reincarnation thing? Or is this biology? She did not understand what the hell was going on. But there were more pressing matters to deal with: and that is to survive this date.
Steve sat silently as he thought of something to say. Should he say 'she's beautiful?' Is that appropriate? God damn it, he thought. Dating sucks. He doesn't know how to properly act around women. Steve glanced at Diana for a while. He noticed that she is having the same kind of problem as he did. He smiled at that. Finally, he managed to calm down as the both of them were already on the same boat.
"I heard from Barry that you are a curator of the Louvre." He finally said.
Diana took her attention away from her thoughts and managed to reply to Steve. "Yes, I am." She smiled.
Wow, Steve thought he saw Diana's lips form an upside down arch. She is the most beautiful woman Steve has seen in his entire life. It's impossible that she didn't have a boyfriend.
"What about you? What do you do?" She asked him.
"Well, I'm a.." Steve started but he did not finish his sentence as he saw men in black suits enter the restaurant. Behind them walked an African American woman who walked straight towards their table.
"Director-General Trevor." She spat as he dropped a binder on top of Steve's table which made the plates and wine glasses shake.
"What are you doing here, Waller? Aren't you suspended?" Steve massaged his temples in frustration.
"I am. And just like you, I'm on a date." She said as she smiled at Diana.
"Does your date involve dropping off random binders on people's tables?" Steve said sarcastically.
"I suppose, yes." Waller darted at Steve. "Oh god, you're a monster." Steve whispered as he covered his face with his hands.
"Amanda Waller, Director-General of A.R.G.U.S, United States Command." She said as she extended her hand to Diana.
"Diana Prince." Diana said as she returned the hand shake.
"And this," she pointed at Steve. "is Colonel Steven Rockwell Trevor, Director-General of A.R.G.U.S, European Command."
Amanda then went close to Steve's ear. "I have been observing you for the last 5 minutes and came to a conclusion that you suck at dating." The whisper was loud enough for Diana to hear. She chuckled on that.
"Now, if you would excuse me, I have a date on this other restaurant." She said as she took her leave.
Steve scrunched his forehead at the randomness of Waller's action. But knowing her, this is not just some random act. She's calculated and decisive. Too much for her own good, that's why she got suspended for using the suicide squad. Steve heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry for the interruption." He apologized again.
Diana shook her head. "So.. you're the head of A.R.G.U.S.," she said. "Well, that explains the guns on your shoulder and the one on your back."
Steve was shocked at her observation. He tried to cover his holster with his jacket. But how did she know that he had a gun tucked on his back? Interesting woman. Steve thought.
"How long have you've been here?" Diana asked.
"More or less 3 months." He replied.
"Have you been to the Louvre?"
"Uhm, no."
"The Eiffel Tower?"
"Also, no."
"What? No." Diana said in shock. "Three months and you've still haven't visited the most famous destinations in Paris."
"I had no time." He said.
"You had time for me." Diana shrugged.
"Well, I couldn't reject Barry. I owe him." Steve smiled weakly.
"So this date is just a favor." Diana raised her eyebrows.
"No! I didn't mean it like that.. I.. uh.." Steve began to stutter. He will surely fuck this date up, he thought.
Diana waited for him to answer. She laughed uncontrollably as he saw him got lost in his words. "I was kidding." She chocked. "I was forced in here too." She smiled. "But, turns out, this is a good date. Don't you think?" She smiled at him.
"We had a rough start, but I think we're doing fine." Steve smiled back.
The two of them ordered and ate together. Diana couldn't stop laughing at Steve's stories about Barry. Diana had some stories of her own, about Paris and the Louvre. Diana invited Steve to visit it, if he had any free time. Diana would be happy to tour him around Paris.
The night went on fast without them noticing. They were still giggling and laughing when they exited the restaurant.
"I'll take you home." Steve offered.
"Oh no, my apartment is just walking distance from here, so I'll just walk." Diana declined the gesture.
"In that case, may I walk you home?" Steve smiled and Diana agreed.
The both were walking on the streets of Paris. It was almost 12 midnight and the streets were perfectly quiet. "I like it here," Steve said as he breathed in some fresh air. "It's peaceful. A perfect place to have breakfast, read the paper.." He continued.
"You don't enjoy those things in your city?" Diana asked.
"Not very much." Steve said silently. "Starling City is a terrifying place."
"I haven't been there.." She said.
"Well, you shouldn't come alone, if you're going." Steve replied.
"Would you come with me if I do?" Diana stopped in her tracks as they entered an apartment building.
"I would be happy to." Steve replied as they entered the elevator. Diana pressed the highest floor. The elevator doors opened and they walked continued to walk towards Diana's place.
"Well, this is it." She said as she placed her thumb on the electric door lock.
"I had a great time." Steve said as he saw her enter her room. Diana merely smiled. For Steve, it was an indication that she probably did't enjoy their date as much as he did. Waller was right. He probably sucks. Steve said goodbye and proceeded to walk back the elevator.
"Steve!" Diana called him out. Steve turned to his back and halted from walking. "W..would you like to have some coffee?" Diana asked. Diana nervously bit her lip. She was nervous and didn't know what to do. She wanted to tell him that she also had a good time but something held her back.
"Sure." Steve said as he walked towards her apartment. Steve stared in awe at the size of Diana's apartment. It was enormous inside. The place was filled with different kinds of antiques, some were weapons and some were pieces of artifacts. "Wow, it's like a museum in here." He blurted out in amazement. "Welcome to the Louvre." Diana joked.
Steve laughed at that as he removed his jacket and placed it on coat hanger near the door. "No guns too." Diana smirked as she saw the exposed weapons on Steve's body. "Says the woman who kept swords in a glass." He sarcastically joked. Diana raised her eyebrows as she went close to Steve and unlatched the holster on his chest. Steve felt his heart race as Diana came too close. "Sword fighting is an art." She muttered as she helped him remove the holsters. "Guns on the other hand, are for lazy people." She smirked. Diana touched Steve's waist and her hands searched for the gun behind his back. Diana's heart pounded as she touched Steve's body. She felt her blood rush up her cheeks. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to feel him.
Diana mentally slapped herself as she finally took the gun and placed it on the countertop, along with his holster.
"Which kind of coffee do you like?" Diana said as she walked towards her kitchen. "I don't know, anything, I guess." Steve scratched his chin. Steve walked around the apartment. He went near the glass window and gasped in shock. "Man, you can see the Eiffel tower from here!" He said in excitement.
"You poor thing," Diana cried as she started to brew coffee. The smell of the coffee grounds filled the air. It was a relaxing scent for Steve. Diana sat down on her couched and signaled Steve to sit. Both of them sat quietly for a while, not knowing what to do. In an effort to save the night, Diana turned on the television. The room became a little bit lively, but she could still feel the tension in the air.
"Do you know that I have Napoleon's sword in here." She finally said as she pointed Steve a piece of rusty sword near her television. "No shit?" Steve scooted close to Diana to get a better view of the sword. "Where did you get it?" He asked. "It was a gift." She said. "I helped an archeologist translate some ancient texts, and as thanks, he gave me this sword."
Steve stared in awe at the woman in front of him. Not only she's crazily attractive, she's also an intellectual. What are the chances of meeting someone like that? Steve thought. "What's wrong?" Diana said as he noticed him staring. "Nothing.. it's just that you're so hoart." Steve blurted out. "Hoart?" Diana said in confusion.
"I.. I meant to say smart, but I was thinking that you're also hot.. so.. I.." Steve stuttered but Diana did not let him finish.
Immediately, she kissed him on the lips. Steve was shocked what just happened, and waited for Diana to retract her kiss. But it didn't happen. Hence, Steve reciprocated her kiss back. This time, Steve's hands grabbed Diana's waist to pull her close, which she allowed. Diana reached for Steve's tongue which Steve gladly gave. Finally, Diana removed herself from Steve. She gently touched his face and smiled at him. Steve cupped his hands on her face. This time, it was Steve who initiated the kiss. Diana slowly stood up from the couch, and he directed Steve to stand too. As the both were in a lip-locking session, Diana slowly walked backwards towards her room. Steve, sensing that he's being directed to walk, followed suit but did not stop kissing her. Diana then proceeded to remove Steve's shirt and threw it on the floor. She bit her lip as she saw Steve's body, which was like a Gladiator statue. Steve twirled Diana, with her back facing him. He began to unzip her dress while he busily kissed her neck. Diana's red dress fell to the ground. As they reached the bed room, Diana sat down, while Steve reached to kiss her. Diana proceeded to unbuckle his pants before she lay down the bed and went under Steve. Steve stopped kissing Diana and proceeded to fully remove his pants. He reached for her brassiere and unclasped it with one hand. Steve stopped and stared for a moment at Diana who was now naked waist up. "You're so beautiful." He whispered to her. Diana merely smiled as she wrestled Steve to the bed, now, their positions were reversed. Steve was under him and Diana was on top. Diana removed his boxer shorts and exposed his had manhood. She grinned as she excitingly saw how big it was. But Steve didn't want to be under her. He wanted to be on top of her. He wanted a better view of her face. Diana obliged when Steve brought her back under him. He slowly kissed her stomach as she moaned softly at Steve's touch. Steve removed her underwear and positioned his torso in between her legs. Both of them panted while they stared at each other's eyes. Steve slowly placed his manhood inside her which made her moan.
"Diana." Steve said as he inserted it.
"Diana.."
"Diana.. hey.." Steve said as he gently tapped Diana's shoulder.
"Huh?" Diana jolted from the couch she was sitting on. "You okay?" Steve asked. She had been staring blankly in her coffee for the past minute. Was she imagining lewd stuff with Steve?
Diana blinked several time before she realized that she actually day dreamed about having sex with Steve. Diana's face turned instantly red.
"I'm sorry, I remembered something I needed to do." She lied. Her heart raced so hard that she felt her chest vibrate.
"Oh." Steve replied.
"It's about work." Diana lied again. "I think I might have ruined a hundred year old painting." She nervously chuckled.
"What? How?" Steve said in panic.
Diana sighed in relief as Steve bought her lie. "I need to get back to the Louvre." She said.
"I'll take you there." Steve offered.
Diana graciously rejected his offer. The museum was near and she needed to distance herself from Steve. She hurriedly said goodbye to him and consoled him that she had a great time. But as for Steve, it looked like she was pushing him away. Steve frowned at that.
Finally, Diana was alone inside the museum. She managed to run towards her office. Her heart was beating faster now. Her palms started to sweat. Before she could enter her office, she took out her phone and called Barry.
"Diana, it's like 3 am here, why are you calling?" Barry groggily said as he answered the phone.
"I think I'm in trouble." Diana said in panic.
Diana's words made Barry jolt from his bed. "Where are you?" He replied in panic.
"I'm at the Louvre. But I'm not in trouble, like in trouble, I'm just... hello Barry?" Diana let out a big sigh as Barry got cut off the line. She heaved another heavy sigh and redialed his number. It was to no avail. Suddenly, electricity started to appear around near her office. Within seconds, Barry Allen, in his pyjamas, appeared in front of Diana.
"What happened? What's going on? Are you okay?" He said in panic.
Diana frowned at him. "I'm fine." She said.
"But you said you were in trouble!" Barry scratched his head in confusion.
"I am, but not that kind of trouble." Diana sighed.
"Oh." Barry finally got a gist of what was going on. "I really didn't need to come here, didn't I?" He pouted.
"No, not really." Diana whispered. "But since you're already here, you have to help me." She continued.
"Steve." Diana said.
"What about him? Did he do something inappropriate to you?" Barry raised his voice. His voice echoed through the empty halls of the museum.
Diana shook his head in the negative. Barry's eyes widened in shock as she got an idea of what was going on.
"You did something inappropriate to him!" Barry gasped.
"No!" Diana protested. "I just thought of doing something inappropriate!" She corrected him.
Barry gasped even louder. "I didn't know that you had that in you!" Barry chuckled. The prim and proper Diana Prince, couldn't keep it in her pants.
"I didn't know what happened, it's just that, suddenly, dirty stuff went through my mind, like I wanted to do everything I read on every volume of Clio's Bodily Treaties to him." She cried.
"Clio's bodily what?" Barry was confused.
Diana shrugged. "The point is, I wanted him to.. you know.. like.." She stuttered. She couldn't complete the words of her sentence.
"You wanted him to fuck you?" Barry raised his eyebrows. Diana sighed as she nodded in agreement.
"Man, my amazon princess is all grown up." Barry grinned. "Then let him fuck you." He said with a straight face.
"What are you insane? I can't just let him enter me!" Diana protested again.
"You can just say fuck." Barry said.
"No." Diana growled at him.
"Sex?"
"Bone?"
"Love making?"
"Enter you glory hole?"
"Fornication?"
"Sexual intercourse?" Barry continued to throw other words for sex.
"Stop!" Diana shouted. She already felt embarrassed as it is. And Barry would not stop teasing.
"I just, I need to stop this feeling." Diana frowned.
"What? Why?" Barry reciprocated her frown. "There's nothing wrong about liking Steve. He's a nice guy."
"You don't understand." Diana said as she told Barry to follow her into her office.
Diana opened the brief case that Bruce sent. She took out the glass photo and carefully handed it to Barry.
"That was in the year 1918." She narrated.
"Woah!" Barry exclaimed in shock. "How old are you?" Barry asked.
Diana raised her eyebrows and told him to focus. Barry apologized and stared at the photo. "What the hell? Is this Steve?" Barry said in shock as he gently pointed his finger on Steve's face.
Diana slowly nodded in the affirmative. "Captain Steven Rockwell Trevor, United States Airforce, assigned to British Intelligence. He died in 1918, a day before the signing of the Armistice." Diana quietly said. Barry stared at her in shock.
"Not only does your Steve had the same face as this Steve, he also had his name." Diana's eyes started to well up. "I am so confused." She cried.
"I never got a chance to say goodbye to him. We never found his body.." Diana wiped a tear on her cheek. "I saw him die, Barry." She sniffed. "I saw his plane blow up in the sky and I wasn't able to save him. And now, a man with the same name and face, just somehow randomly appears in my life. I don't know what to do."
Barry gently placed the photo back in its case. "I'm sorry." He said as he hugged Diana. Barry didn't know that Diana had this baggage in her. Maybe that's why she closed herself to the world. Truth be told, the first time he met her, he was like Bruce Wayne, angsty and emotionally unavailable. It was the first time he saw her like this - human.
"Well, maybe this is a good thing." Barry said as he cupped Diana's face and wiped a tear on her cheek. "Maybe the universe wants to make it up to you." He said.
"What do you mean?" Diana sniffed.
"I don't know." Barry said. Honestly, he was a bit confused himself. "This world is crazy." He consoled her. "I mean, look at me. I'm a nerd with super speed. And we have a man-fish, a cyborg and an adult man who dresses up like a bat. And you're a demi-god slash amazon princess."
Diana chuckled chuckled at Barry. "Is that how you describe our teammates?" She asked.
"Yes. Don't tell them that." He grinned. "The point is Diana, the world has given you another chance. We do not know for sure what the hell is going on, but the point is, you get a second chance with Steve!"
"What if this is all just a coincidence?" Diana asked.
"We don't know that." Barry answered. "The only way you would know is if you get close to him. Find out everything about him. And eventually, satisfy your urge to fuck him. But of course, our main goal is to find answers.."
Diana's eyes widened as she heard the word 'fuck' again. She proceeded to lightly punch Barry on the shoulder but he was too quick for her.
"Thank you, Barry." Diana smiled at her friend.
"Don't worry about it. I mean, I'm just helping out my love sick demi-goddess best friend. It's no biggie." He chuckled. "Just be gentle, okay? Don't use your full strength when you guys fuck, okay? You might kill him."
Diana chuckled hard as she pinched Barry's cheek. He could be annoying and adorable at the same time.
"So go on then! Call him!" Barry urged. "Say you'd like to meet him again!"
"Uhm, about that... I kinda pushed him away.." Diana confessed.
"What?" Barry said in frustration.
"I'm sorry, I was so confused." Diana apologized profusely.
"Make it up to him!" Barry said as he jolted out the door. In a split second, Barry Allen was gone. In her desk, a small piece of paper was latched on the brief case. It had Steve Trevor's number and business address in Paris.
"You know what to do. -Barry." The note said.