Steve:

I can't believe she's finally here, her body pressed against this shell of mine. She hasn't aged a day, my guardian angel, the love of my life and my afterlife. Diana pulls me against her and I breathe deep. I wrap my arms around her, taking pleasure in the feel of her body against mine.

I taste the salt of tears. Her tears.

"I missed you so much," she sobs between kisses. In between each word, she presses her mouth to mine, as if afraid I might vanish into thin air.

"I love you." That's all I tell her. That's all I need to tell her as her strong hands pull me closer towards her. She stands firmly on the ground, now the solid object my desires, my life, is ever hovering around in hopes of getting closer.

There's something in the back of my head. Something telling me this isn't all I came here to do. She could be mine if I only obey. If I obey I can spend every waking moment with her, and sleep with her nestled in my arms every night. We would walk down the streets hand in hand and our feet would always touch under the table to that we would never be separated again. A human sacrifice. One little life and I would be with her forever, pleasing her forever, kissing her forever. If only I obey.

I don't need to worry about tomorrow. Not now, not while Diana kisses me, safe in my grasp. Not while we renew promises with a new, profound intention to keep them no matter what the cost. Not now, not while I have it all.

Diana:

A week later, we walk down the streets of London, hand-in-hand.

"It's hideous now," he tells me.

I giggle, "it's an acquired taste." I bring his arm around me and lean into him. "You know people actually pay to go on vacation here," I say.

He kisses my head. "It's all so... I don't know. So different. And shiny."

"We're getting lunch here," I say as we turn the corner and find ourselves at the entrance of ShakeShack. There's a short line for its the middle of the week. I order us two of their spicy chicken burgers and bottled root beer. It was the same order Ambrosine had gotten us the first time she showed me this place. She'd laughed when I'd been shocked by spice and giggled again when the root beer made it worse, but otherwise ignored me, preferring the book she'd been reading over my company.

After paying, I got the pager and took Steve's hand and led him upstairs. We took a table close to the windows in the corner so that we were simultaneously staring at each other and out at London, the city that had started this all.

"So this thing sends us the food?" he asks.

"No, it'll beep when the food is ready then we go down and get it."

"Oh." He nods his head and I can see him trying to piece this new world together.

The pager vibrates and lights up red and I immediately get up to collect the food.

Steve puts a hand on my arm. "I'll get it," he says, looking into my eyes.

I sink into my seat. "Okay," I breathe, his presence suddenly stealing my breath, making my heart flutter like the flapping of a hummingbird's wing.

I kiss his cheek and say a silent prayer that he doesn't make a scene. I have an apartment near here. Mayhap it might be better to go there than get a taxi to my house.

Steve comes back up, holding a tray with our meals. "Such odd food," he comments.

"You'll learn to love it. Everyone does." He leans over and kisses me. Instinctively my arms raise up and I stroke his cheek. Blood rushes to my cheeks. I let loose a slight moan so he knows how I feel as a smile creeps to my lips beneath the pressure of his.

He pulls back and sets the try between us. I gaze off into his eyes, my mind wandering off into a dream world where we'd spent an eternity kissing and basking in the pleasure standing next to each other brings. A fantastical daydream that now has every chance of coming true.

Ambrosine. Where does she fit in? I don't see her with us in this vision. She's in front, or sometimes in the back, always reading, always isolated.

"Diana?" Steve breaks the trance. "I lost you for a moment there."

"You can never truly lose me," I reply. I tell him that the chicken burger is going to be spicy and dare him to try it. He makes a spectacle of trying it, making me giggle loud enough for the few others around is to look over with a fond envy of our relationship. I smile between laughs at his face. I honestly can't see the stranger anymore. All I can see is Steve Trevor, my beloved. We fit, and maybe Ambrosine doesn't. Maybe that's what the st was all about, fitting the pieces that fit together because right now, everything is perfect.

Steve:

She has the most ponderous, charming laugh. Like little fairies and their voices of bells. She tries to hide her snorts with her hand but instead makes herself just all the more amazing. I laugh along with her.

I can't tell her the second half of the test. This is all too perfect, and I won't be the one to cause her suffering again, even if it means suffering myself for the rest of eternity. I will face Hades' wrath gladly, knowing my princess will not be harmed.

Other Steve:

Hades... he is calling me... calling me to London.

Ambrosia? Immortal? The food of the Gods? He wants me to take it, the way I wanted to take the nurse. He says I will find this Ambrosia soon, and that I'll know her when I see her. He promises me life again, should I offer him hers. I offer him hers and I will take her place amount the living.

Now that I am here in London, I just need a map.

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Hey guys, I'm bringing you this chapter from London (it's not like in films so far, but still cool)!!! Hope you're all having a nice and amazing Spring break,
~Beneath_the_Willows
Dun dun dahh!! I've been waiting for this moment for so long. I've got a wild ride in-store, so stay tuned. As always, please vote and share your opinions via the comments. Let me know what you think, I really want to know.