Pairings/Characters: Steve/Diana, Roger Granby/Eloise Granby
Summary: Diana is many things to many people. Sometimes she just needs to be herself.
Date Of Completion: June 10, 2010
Date Of Posting: June 12, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 560
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: I realized that I hadn’t written any Steve/Diana stories in awhile, and was summarily encouraged by fans of the pairing, so here’s a little something! Hope you like it. :)
Diana glided regally across the lawn, acknowledging the adoring expressions on the partygoers’ faces. This lawn party was being staged for the benefit of Hera’s Havens, her mother’s project here in Man’s World. They took in battered women, single and with children, and taught them to unleash their inner power as women, in addition to legal and other help.
Diana had dressed in her long, star-spangled skirt and silk cape with the red-white-and-blue theme of stars and stripes. Her golden tiara glittered in the June sunlight, a bevy of little girls awed by her and her costume. She bent down and spoke to them, the girls giggling and shaking her hand, and adults crowded around her, worshipping her as an Amazon Princess and one of the most famous superheroes on the planet.
“She’s as strong as Superman,” a woman muttered to her friend as Diana listened attentively to a potential donor’s story about her mother.
A diplomat from the State Department approached. “Wonder Woman, we would dearly love for you to speak at the Human Rights Conference in Vienna next month.”
“I would be honored, Mr. Bain.”
“Wonder Woman, would you sign my doll?” asked a little girl, holding out her Wonder Woman action figure.
Diana laughed. “My pleasure.” She carefully wrote Wonder Woman on the figure’s arm. The girl squealed in delight.
“Wonder Woman, I would like to invite you to speak at our feminist conference,” said a middle-aged woman in pearls and blue suit.
Diana artfully threaded her way through the people, smiling and talking and listening. She eventually reached the area of the lawn where tables had been set up for people to sit and talk and eat, and a buffet table stretched out with turkey, roast beef, chicken, garden salad, potato salad, freshly-baked bread, pickles, artichokes, tomatoes, cucumbers, and assorted condiments. The desserts were lemon meringue pie, chocolate cake, and raspberry sugar cookies. Coffee, tea, lemonade and bottled water were available as beverages.
Diana felt her stomach rumble. It had been quite a while since breakfast! She approached one of the tables, suddenly weary. It had been a long week.
Steve sat at the table, talking with Eloise and Roger Granby, two of the most ardent supporters of Hera’s Havens. Both were in their fifties and well-dressed, as befit Washington movers and shakers. Eloise’s brown hair was perfectly-coiffed while Roger’s was still thick, and both wore smartly-tailored suits, Eloise with a diamond brooch that glittered in the sunlight.
Steve’s silver pilot wings gleamed in the same shafts of sunlight, his blue dress uniform crisp, his blond hair only slightly unruly as he laughed at something Roger said. He turned and saw Diana, his blue eyes warm as his lips curved into a welcoming smile. He made a quick assessment of her as he stood up. He reached out and took her hand, guiding her to the chair.
“Would you like me to get you something from the buffet, Angel?”
“I would be most grateful, Beloved.”
He excused himself to the Granbys and walked over to the buffet.
“What a gentleman,” Eloise sighed.
“Hey, I’ve done the same thing for years,” Roger protested.
As the couple good-naturedly argued, Diana watched her lover as he chose what he knew she liked.
To Steve, she was superhero, Amazon and Princess, but even more, just Diana.