Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
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)
General Summary: Destiny is met as it is love at first sight for Steve and Diana.
Chapter Summary: The days pass in blissful joy for Steve and Diana.
Date Of Completion: January 31, 2012
Date Of Posting: May 23, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1394
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Also written for my 2012 DCU Fic/Art Angels Challenge. Prompts: Angel (Term Of Endearment), Fallen Angel.
In the quiet of the glade
As surely as in
The cacophony of the blade.
And Other Poems"
The days passed in joy for Steve and Diana as he slowly recovered. She stayed with him during the day in the tent and gave him a sleeping draught at the end of the afternoon. He woke up the next morning back in the tent, though he was curious about the room he slept in at night. He and Diana learned about each other, Steve delighted that mangoes were a staple of the island diet.
“I love mangoes. Mmm!”
“So do I.”
Steve happily ate a juicy slice. He was growing stronger every day. He had tried walking but was still too woozy. He was determined to try again today.
“What kind of books do you like to read?” Diana asked.
“Oh, historical fiction, mysteries, military histories. I like the Civil War histories especially.”
“Civil War? Oh, the conflict in the 19th century?”
“That’s right. It was a fascinating dynamic of brother-against-brother, father-against-son.”
“It was about slavery, was it not?”
“Yes.” Steve ate another slice. “It was a trial by fire for Americans back then.”
“Yes, I understand tempering one’s blade by the battle fires.”
“Are you a member of your country’s military?”
“I am a Warrior, yes.”
Steve was impressed. Aside from the obvious womanly charms, Diana was certainly strong-looking. She was tall and statuesque, and he had no doubt that she could hold her own in hand-to-hand combat.
“I think I’d like to try walking again.”
“Very well.” Diana stood. “Take my arm.”
Steve obeyed, swinging his legs over the bed and standing shakily. “Whoops, a bit woozy.”
“Should you sit down again?”
“No, I’d better try my best. I can’t stay in bed the rest of my life.” He blushed as he realized how that must have sounded.
“Lean on me.”
Steve smiled at her. “All right.”
Leaning on Diana was no hardship. She was strong and being close to her suited Steve just fine. He tried not to be distracted by that closeness and the tantalizing scent of jasmine perfume and instead concentrated on walking. He managed more than a few steps.
“That is excellent, Steve.”
“I have to keep trying.”
Diana kept him upright but his adrenaline was running. He wanted to walk around this island and go down to the beach with Diana at his side. The tent was fine but he wanted to see something besides canvas walls.
“We should be careful. If you exert yourself too much, you could set yourself back.”
“I know my limits. And if I don’t push myself, I’ll never get anywhere.”
“All right. Let us go outside, then.”
Steve eagerly agreed. Diana led him out through the tent flap.
He had only seen glimpses of the world outside the tent and now saw the island in its full glory. He drank in the verdant lushness surrounding them as bright, exotic flowers peppered the greenery with splashes of red, yellow, orange and pink. He took a deep lungful of fresh air.
“It’s beautiful here.”
“The ocean. It’s that way?”
Diana nodded as Steve pointed to the north. “It is too far for you to walk yet.”
“Can I see if from here?”
“Yes, from this rise.”
Steve’s smile grew wider as he saw the ocean framed by two banyan trees. He watched a seagull fly by as it screeched, wheeling down to the water to snag a fish.
“What a beautiful view,” he murmured. A breeze ruffled his hair. He turned and suddenly noticed something through the trees. “Are those your commune’s buildings?”
“They’re beautiful. They look like Ancient Greece.”
Steve looked at her curiously. “Is this architecture tied to your religion?”
“I would say so.”
Steve thought it was utterly charming. The buildings were white and gleaming in the tropical sun.
“I can’t wait to see them up close.”
Diana bit her lip. “Let us return to the tent.”
Steve put up no objection. He was feeling tired after his walk but also successful.
He slept the rest of the day, enjoyed an evening meal with Diana, and slept peacefully that night.
The next day after breakfast Diana and Steve returned to the spot overlooking the sea. Steve was relaxed as he gazed at the water.
“I grew up in New England. We spent summer weekends at the seashore. They were some of the happiest times of my life.”
“You had a happy childhood?”
“I am pleased.”
Steve looked at her fondly. “You’re a wonder, Angel. Warm-hearted and beautiful.”
Diana laughed. “Thank you, Steve. Your tongue is as golden as Apollo’s chariot.”
It was Steve’s turn to laugh. “I wouldn’t mind hitching a ride in that chariot.”
“I will see if I can arrange it for you.” Her sapphire eyes sparkled.
“Thank you, Angel,” said Steve, enjoying the banter. He admired the way her hair streamed out behind her in the breeze.
“Would you like to have lunch out here?”
“I’d like that fine.”
Diana brought a table to the spot and served a fresh salad of figs, grape leaves, and olives.
“Delicious,” Steve said. “Everything’s so fresh here.”
“Thankfully so. We grow everything here.”
“This one or the main island?”
Steve slipped his hand into Diana’s. They enjoyed their meal as the birds sang in the trees.
After lunch Steve insisted on more walking. Diana consented and they found themselves on the beach.
“I’ll have to start swimming to help get my strength back.”
“I will accompany you.”
Steve squeezed Diana’s hand. “I’m counting on it.”
Diana smiled and drew Steve into a kiss, the surf foaming up the sand and swirling around their ankles.
When they parted, Steve’s eyes were sparkling. Diana’s smile was a little shaken as she cupped his face.
“You are my heart, Beloved.”
Steve’s heart leapt. “I feel the same way, Angel.” He grinned. “Even if you are far stronger than I am.” At her blink of surprise, he laughed. “I’ve felt you carrying me back to my room at night just before I drop off. I’ve seen your friend Mala and even Paula looks like she hits the weight room.”
“And that does not bother you?”
Her smile was wry. “Mother said that men do not like women stronger than them.”
“She’s probably right, but I’m not like most men.”
“No, you are not,” she said softly.
He put his arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go back and get a snack.”
“We just had lunch.”
He patted his stomach and winked. “I’m a growing boy.”
She laughed and Steve leaned on her.
Diana found Steve later in the day after a quick search. He was standing on a bluff and gazing at the gleaming city on Paradise Island.
“Steve, you should not go off on your own. You are not familiar with the territory of this island.”
“It’s all right, Angel. I’ve done survival training and some of my missions have been pretty hairy.”
Diana put an arm around his waist and he smiled slightly. She allowed herself to calm. When she had gone into the tent and found it empty, panic had flared. She knew that it was silly, because Steve was a capable Warrior from what he had told her about his exploits. There was no danger on Science Island but he was not at one hundred percent.
He is so fragile. These mortals can break as easily as fine glass.
When she had carried Steve back and forth from the tent and Paula’s dwelling, she had marveled at how light he felt. She was accustomed to Amazon strength and muscle.
Are all mortals so fragile?
She wished that she would be able to find out. She tried to ignore the ache in her heart when she thought of Steve leaving her and returning to Man’s World. Her yearning to know the world outside ate at her.
But she had been silly to worry. A pilot capable of flying jets and serving in his country’s military was more than able to take care of himself.
“Those buildings…you’re not a regular commune, are you?”
His blue eyes were crystalline as they looked deep into her eyes. “Who are you, Angel?”
“We are Amazons.”