[ Diana can hold him in silence for as long as she likes, it's not like Steve isn't doing the exact same thing to her once he can tell she's comfortable with it and for the moment, he doesn't know what else to say other than sorry. He avoids apologizing any more times so the words don't lose all meaning and waits until she's ready to speak. He half expects Diana to be angry or upset the same way her eyes glistened back in that watch tower in their world, when she refused to give any more than she already had to help stop the war. Maybe not angry or upset with him, but at the situation.
To his relief, she's touching his face with tenderness and Steve lets out a breath he'd been holding, that sick feeling in his stomach starting to subside. She confirms the worries he had that a lot of time could have passed whenever she returned, though his eyes go wide when he hears how long exactly. A hundred years and she still remembered him. A hundred years she'd remained in love with him. He can't begin to imagine how painful those years must have been when Steve has been suffering after only three days. ]
I felt it that night in Veld. [ They hadn't just had sex; there had been so much love in that room, shared between them. They hadn't talked about it - there hadn't been time and maybe Steve knew it was unlikely he'd survive and didn't want to get his hopes up for a future with Diana. He hadn't known Diana very long but he'd been certain he wanted to stick by Diana's side to the end of his days, and he still wanted that. ]
You've really loved me for that long? [ Steve is torn between smiling and his heart breaking for her. As much as he'd fretted in her absence that she'd come back treating him as nothing more than a memory she didn't want to relive, he would have preferred her to have moved on because that's all her cares about at the end of the day - her happiness. He'd rather a hundred years of her being happy with someone else than missing him miserably, though that isn't to say he could have done the same if their roles were reversed. ]
I never left - I've always been with you. Maybe not physically but... [ He presses his hand against her chest, where her heart is beating underneath it. Here, in her heart he's always been. ] I love you too, I -
[ He stops mid-sentence to kiss her, unable to hold back any longer. And he's never kissed her or anyone as desperately before, but it would have been the kiss he stopped himself from giving her before running towards that plane promising death. ]
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To his relief, she's touching his face with tenderness and Steve lets out a breath he'd been holding, that sick feeling in his stomach starting to subside. She confirms the worries he had that a lot of time could have passed whenever she returned, though his eyes go wide when he hears how long exactly. A hundred years and she still remembered him. A hundred years she'd remained in love with him. He can't begin to imagine how painful those years must have been when Steve has been suffering after only three days. ]
I felt it that night in Veld. [ They hadn't just had sex; there had been so much love in that room, shared between them. They hadn't talked about it - there hadn't been time and maybe Steve knew it was unlikely he'd survive and didn't want to get his hopes up for a future with Diana. He hadn't known Diana very long but he'd been certain he wanted to stick by Diana's side to the end of his days, and he still wanted that. ]
You've really loved me for that long? [ Steve is torn between smiling and his heart breaking for her. As much as he'd fretted in her absence that she'd come back treating him as nothing more than a memory she didn't want to relive, he would have preferred her to have moved on because that's all her cares about at the end of the day - her happiness. He'd rather a hundred years of her being happy with someone else than missing him miserably, though that isn't to say he could have done the same if their roles were reversed. ]
I never left - I've always been with you. Maybe not physically but... [ He presses his hand against her chest, where her heart is beating underneath it. Here, in her heart he's always been. ] I love you too, I -
[ He stops mid-sentence to kiss her, unable to hold back any longer. And he's never kissed her or anyone as desperately before, but it would have been the kiss he stopped himself from giving her before running towards that plane promising death. ]