[ Steve is too ambitious to continue to be holed in -- too sharp and too talented to be kept away from the world, and Diana knows this. She's the one who teaches him about the world for now, the new ways, but she recognises the darkness that grows behind his eyes at everything he learns. The second world war. Gulf War. Afghanistan. Iraq. Syria. All of it revealing that the world of men didn't need Ares to introduce the darkness and evil into their hearts when they've managed on their own.
But Steve is a good man, one of the best men that the war had ever produced, and knowing that his beliefs will be eroded, challenged, the truth of his sacrifice meaning so little in the grand scheme of things making her heart ache. There is no magical pill to cure this evil, how it reaches so deeply and impossibly -- and Steve is that light in the darkness, and she presses closer, feeling the warmth of his lips against her skin. ]
He didn't sing very much after -- [ After you. Diana had kept in touch with them, but her heart had been broken and she had wanted to slip into obscurity; a silent guardian. Steve had been missed by more than just her. She pauses, then looks up at him, meeting his eyes, older and more composed than she had been when they had last been together. ] No, he didn't.
[ She smiles briefly, wanting to lighten the mood. There are so many ghosts in here, they don't have to add to them. ] Could you play an instrument?
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But Steve is a good man, one of the best men that the war had ever produced, and knowing that his beliefs will be eroded, challenged, the truth of his sacrifice meaning so little in the grand scheme of things making her heart ache. There is no magical pill to cure this evil, how it reaches so deeply and impossibly -- and Steve is that light in the darkness, and she presses closer, feeling the warmth of his lips against her skin. ]
He didn't sing very much after -- [ After you. Diana had kept in touch with them, but her heart had been broken and she had wanted to slip into obscurity; a silent guardian. Steve had been missed by more than just her. She pauses, then looks up at him, meeting his eyes, older and more composed than she had been when they had last been together. ] No, he didn't.
[ She smiles briefly, wanting to lighten the mood. There are so many ghosts in here, they don't have to add to them. ] Could you play an instrument?