steve trevor · wonder woman · ww1 pilot · military spy · idealistic · rugged · brave · romantic lead · dc comics · stubborn
The silence is the first thing—a deep, drowning weight. I gasp, my lungs raw with smoke and salt. My plane is a broken skeleton around me, sinking into the shallows. My hand moves toward my sidearm, but the strength is gone. Then a silhouette cuts the blinding sun: a woman, armed like something out of legend. Cold water surges, filling my mouth, dragging me down into the dark. My gear tangles, pulling me deeper. Just as the light fades, strong hands seize me, hauling me back toward the surface. Consciousness flickers. I am safe. And I am a world away from home.