it was an accident. did he know that? she wasn't sure. but she had to keep telling herself that, over and over. IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT. she didn't mean to harm him, for a brief second she had lost control, her excitement and her strength got the better of her, hearing his sharp gasp of pain, left her trembling, she had moved back, left the room. sitting in the darkness of the makeshift 'living room' of steve trevor's apartment. knees up against her chest on the couch, head dug between her knees
HER STRENGTH is one thing he knows to never underestimate — he has seen her jump over rooftops and unroot tanks from the ground, has seen her in battle and amidst diplomats. he is aware, more than anything, of his own frail mortality, one which places him always in the danger of either hospitalisation or imminent death. how easy it is to end !! one step wrong, swallowed by flame & time, only to be spit out once more, how easy can his breath turn to naught.
but he also trusts her. he knows that she would never willingly harm him in any way, that she treasures his life & well-being ( as odd as it is, to have a goddess, AN ANGEL, looking out for him when he doesn’t know what he did to deserve it . . . ), so when, in the midst of playful fighting, she wraps her fingers around him too hard, he is about to laugh it off when she stands and runs off, leaving behind a very confused man.
he is HESITANT to follow, mindful of the bruises blooming upon scarred flesh, but he does not linger for long — and when he finds her not too far, trying to make herself as small as possible in the dark, he knows he had made the right choice. “ hey, hey, diana ——– ” bones groaning from the movement, he kneels next to her, so he may brush aside long hair & guide her chin upwards ; there is WORRY evident in his gaze, but he tempers it, offering a gentle, lopsided smile instead.
“ you can’t keep runnin’ off whenever something like this happens, love. ” blue eyes twinkle with mirth, despite the situation & he leans forward until he can brush a kiss onto her forehead, down her cheek. “ — besides, i’m not gonna break. i may not have been sculpted from clay, but i’m made from stronger stuff. i’m pretty sure i’ve been through stuff more life-threatening than you squeezing a little too hard. ”