Hello & Welcome to chapter 5! Thanks for the support you guys make it a lot easier to post. So the schedule will be once a month. That works for me and my life. Please, don't ask me to update sooner because I literally don't have the time. Work has me traveling and reading other people's stories that I barely have time for this. But I love SMWW enough to keep going.

Also...I'm writing my own original work! So like... your BHAD BITCH of an AUTHOR may be published one day?

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Washington DC

He walks among them, but he is not one of them. Many believe they have seen his face, believe it's the one that has saved them and their city countless times; he is not that man. He drew attention to himself; his face was known but called him a different name. Thus, he covered himself, wearing glasses and dressing as the mundane do.

It took him a while to speak, read, and write their archaic language, it still shocks him when random people speak to him.

Do they see me as one of them?

He is nothing of the sort, his f-creator had engraved that teaching into his mind.

The man reaches her apartment a few blocks down. He walks through the back alley, not wanting to be seen. He then pushes off the ground, jumping and landing on to woman's balcony. Cracks ripple through the concrete and he acts quickly, lasering the pieces back together. It's still tilted, he'll fix it later…maybe.

He then opens the screen door, walking in to see a woman sitting on the couch, reading. Her hair isn't tied up like usual, it's relaxed, flowing down her back. She's wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, both too big for her and he assumes that it's the task's clothing—the human.

"You look comfortable." The man chides.

"You're going to fix that balcony." The woman informs the man, not looking up at him. "it's slanted and charred."

"It doesn't matter."

"He will notice."

"He does not matter."

Sighing, the woman puts the book down and looks at him. "There is no reason to be here." The woman says. "I told you to wait until the time is right. We have a plan an—"

"That involves you sitting in this apartment and reading?" The man questions. "Do you not see how weak you've become?"

In a flash, the woman is standing in front of him. The man is maybe an inch taller, but it doesn't stop her from glaring up at him, a fire burning behind her eyes. That's the fire he wanted to see, the one that their father had ignited within them, to be fierce, to be lethal, to cripple this world and those to come.

"Even at my weakest, I am stronger than a multitude of you, Brother." The woman snaps. "Forget yourself again and I will show you."

"Maybe before," The man acknowledges, his eyes darting around the room, looking at the mundane trinkets and lifestyle she's adapted to. This place, this world is not her home and yet she's filled it with things she likes, items that connect her to this world—to that man. "But you care for this man now…you care for your life here."

"I do not." The woman hisses.

"You don't have to lie to me, Sister." The man reminds her. "I am not the one you must answer to, nor am I the one you must betray."

And with that, he vanishes into the night.

Washington Dc

At one point in his mundane life, Steve Trevor, like many people did not believe in Gods. Upon meeting them and feeling the wrath upon them, he now believed that they were real and just as cruel and unworthy of any praise or devotion.

But when he had met her—had met a Goddess, he'd forgotten about all the ire and scorn he'd felt towards them. Because how could evil create someone as beautiful and kind as his Goddess? However, it was in his Goddess that Steve discovered the truth of Gods, that they are cruel, they are unjust, and they are selfish.

It has been five years since he'd gazed upon. He tries not to be enchanted by her, not find comfort in her honey scent or the softness of her voice as she says his name. She shouldn't be allowed to see him, to speak to him, to even share the same ground as him, but he can't make himself send her away.

Steve takes a deep breath and unlocks his car, placing his items in the passenger's seat. He notices a pair of black heels on the floor, the paid that Grace always changed into before they attended an event.

He was with Grace; he is in love with her. So, after all these years, why does it still pain him to see Diana before him and not be able to hold her, kiss her tenderly like all the times before?

"You shouldn't be here," Steve says sternly, closing the car door and leaning against it. "Unless you're turning yourself in."

"I've done nothing wrong," Diana replies calmly.

Steve tsked at the comment, she hadn't changed. "What do you want?" Steve asks trails of irritation building in his voice.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Steve."

"Wonder Woman."

Steve then pauses, not uttering another word. He could not call Diana by that name for it felt foreign to him. And yet it felt easier to call her Wonder Woman than her actual name, for it felt too personal. When he spoke to her, as Diana, it wasn't as a colonel or a fellow soldier but rather as a friend, a mentor, and at one point a lover.

But had to distance himself from the warmth radiating off her. He could not be swayed and pulled by her magnetic force. Because if Steve opened himself to her, to that step into trusting and caring for Diana, then all the walls he built up would come tumbling down around him.

"I do not wish to fight with you, Steve," Diana says calmly, her eyes still looking upon Steve. "I only come to help. I know of the attacks, of Darkseid returning."

Steve stills for a moment and not because of Darkseid's name, but because it comes from her lips along with the information of the attacks. No one outside of him, Waller, and the Justice League had known of the attacks, knew that it was Darkseid's Parademons.

The realization settles in, and he bites his bottom lip. There is no loyalty among men, not anymore. But even more than that, Steve realizes that he is not part of their team and that he is only informed when necessary while true intentions are hidden. Steve has been kept at a distance, treated as a watchdog not even granted the rank of the warden.

After all these years, they still choose you.

Steve could be bitter, could send Diana away but he knew that wouldn't work. He was also in therapy, trying to break old habits that were deemed toxic, trying to deal with his actual issues that begin before Diana but still seeped into their relationship…or whatever they had.

"I will bring it to Waller's attention." Steve sighs. "Is there anything else you need, Wonder Woman?"

"No," Diana says softly, with a hint of defeat in her voice. Steve wonders why it's there, and what else Diana wanted from him. Surely, she didn't want to speak to him or walk down memory lane.

But if, by chance, Diana did want to speak about their past, about their parting and now seeing each other after years, would Steve have the will to deny the Goddess?

Kent Household in the Solomon Islands

While the children slumber, Kal gathers some fresh air on the back porch. He sits on the steps, water in his hand, staring at his own reflection. Though he had many things to worry about Kal had kept his composure for the children for if they knew their father was worried, hesitant, or frowning, they too would feel as he did.

Kal did not want that, no father did. Kal, like most fathers, wanted to give their children the world, protect them from harm, and above all, let them be children. It was the gift that both sets of parents had given to him and Kal tried to emulate that.

But his parents were not born of half alien and amazon, nor were they themselves former protectors of their planet. Thus, when danger comes for Kal and the woman he loves, it also comes for his children and the life he has built for them.

It is selfish to have children; Kal-El will always admit that. But it is something he has always wanted, something he thought he could never have. So, when he had met Diana, fallen in love with her, and their love brought forth their twins, he could do nothing but smile and want for more.

Kal-El was a good man, and he knew that he could not force the burden of childbirth onto any woman, and he was even smarter for knowing that he could not force anything upon Diana. If Diana did not want their life, their children, and Kal-El then she would have left Kal-El.

And yet, Diana took Kal's hand, walked with him through the forest of fog, carried the incredible burdens and they stood tall through all of it.

Diana never complained, never wavered in her decision on choosing Kal-El, of choosing this life though she had many chances to do so. Instead of running away from Kal-El, Diana held not him tighter and swore an oath to love him and only him.

Kal has never felt as if he deserved any of it, not this life especially one with Diana. But he has spent every day of their seven-year relationship working hard to be worthy of Diana even if she tells him he doesn't need to.

As much as Kal wishes it was Diana who has taken a seat next to him, he still enjoys the company. The figure sits down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, and sighs powerful enough that a patch of grass bends against the night.

"Kids tired you out?" Kal asks, smirking as he takes a sip of water.

"It's like taking care of three Kryptos." Kara sighs, thinking about how many times John had thrown up on her and pulled her hair tightly. "I'm sure John will get his powers soon; he has a strong grip."

Kal doesn't respond to that; it was a sore subject for him. On one hand, he expected John to have his powers before he turned one or at least show signs of it. Lara began flying at eight months while Lyta had strength at six months. There was not an exact marker of when to expect the children of gaining powers. Kal-El remembers them coming on quickly but around the age of two which was the opposite of Diana who got some of her powers the moment she was born. They figured that powers for their children should come around the age of two and if not, then it was when their bodies were ready to handle it.

But on the other hand, Kal thinks that maybe Johnathan doesn't have powers. He isn't sure how he feels about this, his son being the only one without powers. Of course, it meant that the child wouldn't shake the house when they decided to throw themselves on the floor and have a tantrum. On that same note, Johnathan could have a normal life, going to school and being surrounded by other children, never having to hold back. But when Johnathan came home, he would see that he was different, and he didn't compare to the rest of his family.

John would be an outsider in his own home, the same way Kal-El felt. Though Kal could relate to his son about being different, it wasn't the same differences. It was troubling to him and it's something he avoided talking about. But whatever the outcome, Kal-El would love his son until his very last breath.

"Have you and Jason thought about it?" Kal asks passively to which Kara is blushing in embarrassment.

"No. I mean yes but there's a lot going on and I'm not even sure I want to stay on Earth." Kara mumbles. "Shouldn't I be the one talking to you about this? I am older. Maybe I should have given you the talk."

"None of them were planned, Kara."

"Eh, I believe that with the twins, but I know Johnathan wasn't an accident," Kara says. "I'm happy for you, Kal-El, always. I know it's what you've always wanted especially after Ma and Pa." Kal smirks at Kara's notion of planning for Johnathan; she's right. As soon as Diana decided that they should try for another, the earth felt the tremors of their lovemaking. "You built a life here even after all of the terror, you deserve it."

"And you don't?" Kal asks, looking down at Kara who only looks out to the forest. "Kara, do not let fear stop you from making a life for yourself, building a happy life."

Kara lifts her head, not looking at Kal. How could she say this without breaking? How could a Kryptonian Warrior admit that she was scared? That a being who held the power of words in her hands were shaking? That there was a fear that everyone she loved, everything that she has built and cared for would be ripped away from her.

It happened once, with the destruction of her home world. It happened again when the world she decided to call home turned its back on her and her cousin. Kal and his children were the only reason Kara stayed this long while falling in love with Jason wasn't in the plan, it happened and she wants it to continue, but she is unsure if Earth is her home.

She hadn't told Kal about the ring that slipped onto her finger. At first, she thought it was a dream, but when she woke up that morning, the ring was glowing on her finger. It had no set color, it changed with her emotions—she thought the damned thing was broken. But after an accident in Madagascar, one that called for a hero, all Kara's rage poured itself into the ring and turned red.

"You don't remember Krypton and I envy you for that, this world is the only home you've ever known. Though it is cruel and has shunned you, it has greeted you once, opened its arms to you in, and holds you with the same warmth as a mother to her babe." Kara states. "But I also pity you because Krypton had more than this world can offer, and I think about what our lives could have been if Krypton never died."

"I would not have Diana," Kal notes. "I would not have my children."

"No." Kara shrugs. "Maybe you would have married a Kryptonian and enlisted in the Military." Kara then bites her bottom lip. "Maybe you would have been like me as I am now, venturing out to find your place, maybe you would have met Diana and still had this life. Kryptonians don't believe in fate or prophecy, only things that can be proven without error." Kara then looks at her cousin, her eyes red and puffy. "You have found something to make all this suffering worthwhile and I haven't found that yet. I do not know what it is, where I will find it, or even if I am deserving of it. But there is more out there, and I have the years to search for it and—and—"

"You want to leave," Kal says softly. He is not upset that Kara wants to explore the galaxy and find her place. Their experiences on Earth have been different and what works for Kal may not work for his cousin. Though it hurt him to think of not seeing Kara daily, not calling her only to feel a gust of wind and see her standing before him, Kal could not control Kara, he could not make her stay.

"I'm not sure but I owe it to myself to try," Kara says. "Make sure that Earth is where I want to be."

"Then you should do it," Kal-El says, wrapping his arm around his cousin and kissing her forehead. "Find your happiness, Kara."

Kara leans into her cousin's embrace. Though there are no remnants of her world, Kal is still the same as her, still Kryptonian and they have more in common than differences.

After a few minutes, the two retire to their respective rooms. Kal changes into sweatpants and rests against the headboard reading a book. He doesn't get much reading done as the scent of honey and vanilla enters the room. He looks up and Diana is standing in their bedroom, slipping out of her clothes.

Kal moves slowly, placing the book down and walking towards Diana, helping her out of her pants. Kal has no intention of bedding Diana, not unless she asks. Kal is just attentive to Diana, helping her even in the most mundane of things.

Diana then leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Kal's lips. "I've missed you, my love."

"And I you," Kal whispers, placing a kiss on Diana's lips, his hands resting on her hips, only a touch away from her lace underwear. "How was it?"

Diana shakes her head, not wanting to speak about the encounter. It's fine, Kal-El will wait until Diana is ready to speak about it—he will always wait for her. Diana then takes Kal's hand and leads him into the bathroom.

And under the warm water of the shower, the most powerful beings in the galaxy hold each other and he knows, he is sure of it, that Kal has found his happiness with Diana.

Themyscira

The women land on the Island after the sun sets. Their journey has been a tiresome one and though both wish for nothing more than to lay in their beds and sleep for decades, they find themselves in the presence of an enraged Queen.

"You left the Island, Donna," Hippolyta says. "And you took Cassandra with you."

"I saw no point in leaving her here," Donna replies plainly. "There is no fun being locked in a tower."

Hippolyta doesn't grant Donna a response. Donna knew the rules yet insisted on breaking them, infuriating the Senate, and putting her mother in a hard place. Even though she is Queen, she is still on the out with the Senate. When the truth of her affair with Zeus and the paternity of her daughters came to light, they called for her removal.

Now, Hippolyta was working twice as hard to gain the respect of not only the Senate but her fellow Amazons.

"Do you want them to send her away, Donna?" Hippolyta asks, ignoring the fact that they were arguing about a woman who stood next to them but kept quiet. "Do you want them to cast you aside as well?"

"I would save you the trouble and leave." Donna bites back. "Gods forbid you choose the Senate over your own blood."

Hippolyta's head snaps back in shock, never had Donna spoken to her mother like this. Yes, they had grown distant within the three years of Donna's return to the Island, but Hippolyta was trying, the same could not be said for Donna. The World of Man had changed her in ways that her mother nor anyone from the Island could understand. Donna was not rebelling but rather searching for things the Amazons did not have answers to.

One answer came in the form of a blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl named Cassandra. They had reached out to each other in a dream and by fate or their own strong will, they found each other. But Man's world proved not to be safe for beings like them, thus they returned to the Island where they thought they'd find answers.

But everyone was silent with Cassandra arrived, when they saw Zeus in her eyes, could feel his feet in hers with every step she took. Donna had known that gaze from the Amazons, the ones who did not approve of her existence, the ones who hated her for matters she could not control. Donna would not let their cruelty wound Cassandra the same way it had shunned her sister and their former Princess.

"I only want to keep you safe," Hippolyta says softly. "Both of you."

"Your Majesty," Cassandra says, finally gathering the courage to speak. "I asked Donna to leave with me. I've been having these dreams and when brought up to the healers—"

"No one believes you," Hippolyta says, finishing Cassandra's sentence. "Maybe there are just tricks of the mind."

"The same tricks that led me to find her?" Donna questions.

Hippolyta doesn't debate the validity of dreams. No matter the Queen's feelings towards Zeus, she has no right to not believe Cassandra or her dreams. Cassandra is an Amazon, and she should be treated as such and believed in. Hippolyta also knew that she couldn't question Donna too much, for fear of pushing away another child. So, Hippolyta tells the girls that they will meet with the Oracle in the morning.

And that is one thing that all three women can agree upon.

Thank you for reading! See you next month!