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[durare]

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[durare]

[ She has to smile at that, despite herself. The world is both bigger and smaller now -- technology has come a long, long way from his time, and Diana does not envy the shock of it all. He laughs, and Diana listens with bittersweet longing; oh, how she's missed it. Him and Chief and Sameer and Charlie, when they'd cheated death to stop the war, when Diana had learned the ugliness of man.

And Steve, Steve had believed in doing the right thing anyway, and her grip on her phone loosens. There'll be dents in it, but it doesn't matter -- she can always get herself another. She contemplates his question briefly, thinks of her job in the Louvre, the life she's made for herself; how she had withdrawn from the horrors man have made -- when she's realised Ares' death had meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, because war still happened, and so many, many lives had still been lost in the process. World War 2. The Gulf. Afghanistan. Iraq. Syria. The world turns on the greed of powerful men. ]

As well as I can be. [ She muses. ] You'll find your way, Steve. You always do. [ A beat. ] I'll see you.

[ There's so much more they have to talk about in person -- it's unsafe, over the phone. ]

[wellthatsneat]

[ It reminds him of other times that weren't so far away from him in his memory, but further away in the scope of time. Their group, his friends, worried about him and obviously not Diana. He'd get lost without them. There are days that he very much feels lost without them. Their companionship.

Steve still believes in doing the right thing. Diana had shown him, then, that it wasn't always the mission at hand, but what you do along the way also. He can't say, that waking up in this world, and catching up on history---it hadn't been easy. He had thought nothing could possibly be worse than seeing the world at war. He had hoped, prayed, that it would end after that. He still believes that men can be good, if given the chance. If shown the way.

It doesn't make the horror in the interim easier to stomach, especially not at how easily it comes. He knows she isn't telling him details because of the unsecured connection, but it's enough to still hear her voice. ]

I'll see you.

[ With great reluctance he hangs up the phone. He makes his plans, takes the time away from ARGUS, and carefully plans ahead to make the trip. It won't be easy, especially today, when he knows how well they can track ---everything.

It takes time, but he gets there. He arrives at the St. Regis on time, after making double and triple sure that he's not been followed, and gets to the room number. He's nervous. More nervous than he had been at the little inn where they spent a night in each other's arms.

He takes a breath, swallows thickly to try and quell his nerves, and raises a hand to knock at the door. ]