bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: The Princess And The Pilot VII: From The Sky (5/8)

Title: The Princess And The Pilot VII: From The Sky (5/8)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Paula
Series Notes: I’ve collected all my Steve/Diana stories that take place early in their relationship under the title The Princess And The Pilot. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Challenge, Drama, First Time, Romance
Rating (this chapter): G
Claim: For the dcu_freeforall Challenge (Diana/Steve)
Prompt: T 14; P 6: Love At First Sight
Prompt Count: (15/15)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Destiny is met as it is love at first sight for Steve and Diana.
Chapter Summary: Steve falls in love at first sight with his Angel.
Date Of Completion: January 29, 2012
Date Of Posting: May 7, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1136
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Also written for my 2012 DCU Fic/Art Angels Challenge. Prompts: Angel (Term Of Endearment), Fallen Angel.



You were like an Angel
Borne down from Heaven
On delicate wings,
Your beauty taking
My breath away.

Jamie O’Reilly
1916 C.E.

He was drifting through fields of purple flowers, the cool breeze caressing his skin as the sun shone down from a bright blue sky as white, fluffy clouds drifted. He was feeling good, happiness bubbling at the edges of his mind.

He continued walking, waiting for something…or someone?

The breeze grew stronger, still gentle but pushing him forward…

& & & & & &

Steve opened his eyes. There was light and the caress of a cool breeze on his skin. The sound of someone approaching caught his attention.

“An Angel,” he whispered. “I’m seeing an Angel.”

The most beautiful woman that he had ever seen was standing before him, dark hair cascading over her shoulders as eyes the color of deep sapphires gazed wonderingly at him.

“Steve?” Her voice was sweet and melodious, her expression hopeful. “How do you feel?”

“You’re an Angel,” he repeated.

Her smiled was like the dawn rising over the horizon. “Thank you.”

Steve started to look around the tent and winced. Immediately the beautiful woman was by his bedside.

“You have pain.”

He touched his head. “Yes.” It throbbed through him, making him feel suddenly ill. He heard water being poured and a spoon clattering against a glass.

“Here, drink this.”

He gratefully drank down the water with a faint lemony taste. “What is this?”

“A healing draught. You should feel a lessening of pain.”

“Thank you.” Steve lay back against the pillow. “I’m so weak.”

“You have been ill for some time.”

“How long?”

“Several days.”


“Are you in more pain?” Her tone was concerned.

“It’s just an expression.”

“Ah.” She sat in her chair. “I am not familiar with American idioms.”

“There’s plenty of ‘em, that’s for sure.” Steve smiled. “What is this place, Angel?”

“Science Island. It is a small island off the main one.”

“What’s that called?”

She hesitated for a fraction of a second. “Paradise Island.”

Steve laughed. “That’s a beautiful name. Why is it Paradise?”

“It was created as a refuge from Man’s World.”

“Man’s World?”

She nodded. “We live in peace and serenity here.”

“Sounds magical.” Steve’s eyes began to close. “Did you give me a sleeping pill?”

“Yes. You will sleep naturally for a time.” She brushed the hair back from his forehead and kissed his brow. As he drifted off to sleep, he realized he hadn’t even asked her name.

& & & & & &

The meadow was filled with birdsong, the wind blowing the tall grasses as they rippled in verdant waves. He was waiting for someone, and a bright light caused him to shade his eyes. He could barely make out the figure of a woman who was backlit by the incredible light.

“Who are you? An Angel?”

She stepped away from the center of the light and held out her hand. “I am your Heart’s Desire.”

& & & & & &

Steve awoke, a blond woman with glasses and a headband with a small mirror attached leaning over him.

“Are you a doctor?”

The woman smiled. “I am. How are you feeling?”


“Do you have a headache?”

“Yes, but not as bad as before.”

“Good. Let me check your eyes. “She shone a small light into his eyes. He blinked rapidly. “Pupil reaction is good. You are progressing quite nicely, Captain.”

“That’s good to hear.” Steve smiled wanly. “I must’ve gotten one heckuva whack on the head.”

“You certainly did.” The doctor was taking his pulse.

“Thank you for helping me, Doctor.”

“You can call me Paula.”

“Okay, Paula.” Steve gratefully drank from the glass of water that Paula held out. “Where is…?”

“She will be here.” Paula’s smile was amused.

“Good thing the weather is so nice. This tent is very comfortable.”

“Yes, we take you out during the day and bring you back to a room in my house for the night.”

“You wheel me out, huh?” Steve joked.

“More like carry you out.” Paula smiled at Steve’s surprised expression.

“Carry me?” he murmured.

“Ah, here is your Number One nurse now.”

The beautiful Angel came into the tent with a dazzling smile. “Good morning, Paula. Good morning, Steve.”

“Good morning.”

Paula took a packet out of her uniform and held it out. “More draughts for pain, Captain. Let us know the severity of your headache.”

“I will. And it’s Steve, please.”

Paula answered his smile with one of her own. “Very well, Steve. I will be back later.” She left the tent.

“You are looking better.” His Angel approached the bed.

“I’m feeling better.” He smiled at her. “What’s your name?”


“That’s a lovely name.”

“Thank you. I am named after the Goddess of the Hunt.”

“Goddess?” Steve was intrigued. “I remember learning about the Greek Gods in school. I always found their stories fascinating.”

Diana pulled up her chair. “You like the old tales, then?”

“Very much.” Diana helped him sit up and fluffed his pillow. “So your people are Pagans?”

“Yes.” Diana’s smile was amused.

“That’s so cool! I know that Paganism is making a comeback, which is great.”

“Are you Pagan?”

“No, but I’d like to learn more about your customs. I expect they’re much different from Roman Catholicism, the religion in which I grew up.”

“Ah, yes. The largest institution of Christianity in Man’s World.”

Steve cocked his head. “You keep referring to the world that way. Is Paradise Island a commune?”

Her laughter trilled pleasantly. “Of sorts.”

“What is your commune’s philosophy?”

“Living in peace and beauty. We believe in preparedness and serenity, in the joys of a happy life.”

“That’s a nice philosophy.” Steve hoped that he wasn’t staring. Diana’s beauty was almost unearthly.

“We try to live by it. And you?”

Steve smiled. “Just be as good a man as I can be, honor my family and serve my country well.”

“Admirable aspirations.”

Steve felt a little swell of pride. He desperately wanted to be worthy of this woman’s approval. He was utterly fascinated by her.

“How did I get here?”

“Your plane fell out of the sky.”

“Yes…” He searched his memory. “There was a complete malfunction of all systems. I remember trying to eject as the jet was going down but that malfunctioned, too.” He frowned. “I’m sure I got that knock on the head then. Who pulled me to shore?” He looked directly at Diana and read the truth in her eyes. “You did.”

She smiled. “Yes.”

“Thank you.”

She placed her hand on his cheek. “My pleasure.” She leaned forward and kissed him.

He returned the kiss enthusiastically, grasping her shoulders gently.

When they parted, her blue eyes sparkled and she looked slightly flustered. His whole body tingled.

They said nothing but understood each other, lacing the fingers of their hands together.

Tags: 2012 dcu fic/art angels challenge, angels, challenge, dcu _freeforall, fic prompt, paula, steve trevor/diana prince, steve trevor/wonder woman, the princess and the pilot
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