@righteousloss
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 for a soldier to be stripped of his honor, then turned a fugitive in the very same country he’d bled the soils red with. diana had been rightfully furious when she’d come across a wanted poster for steve rogers. she would protect the humans with her life, but she knew too well of mankind and their affinity for war; though, she never would have guessed that they would shame their own superhero. at once, she set off to locate her old friend, the mission made much easier with a billionaire’s resources to help. a long day’s search led diana to the front steps of a decrepit motel, where the very air outside of it billowed in clouds of noxious, foul fumes.
she stood outside of the dingy door, knuckles rapping against the rotting wood before her hand retreated to her side once more. ❛ steve ? ❜ she called, attention flitting to the sleazy bystander eyeing her like a vulture down the same hall. diana rolled her shoulders back; unfazed. perhaps, even annoyed. a pause, and the woman leaned her head closer to the door to murmur. ❛ it’s diana. ❜
