“I think hiding from the world is what we’re doing here,” she said, and that smile hadn’t left her face. It was soft, and more happy than overjoyed, but it was present. It seemed unable to depart when Thor was nearby, but Diana hadn’t put that connection together yet. She had decided that overall, she liked it here, without ever quite putting her finger on why. As she’d told someone via the network they all had, as worried as she was for her home and its people, she was not ready to leave yet. “I doubt they would be. Even so, I have already told myself anything that they have to say.”
After all, Aunt Antiope had died because Diana had faltered, had not been the warrior she would one day become. And Steve Trevor had died for Diana’s failures as well, too busy battling Ares to save the love of her life. She had watched him explode in the sky above her, and no ghost’s words could be more painful than that. She reached for Thor’s hand as he spoke of his friends, and his sister, and squeezed gently, offering her solidarity and support.
Diana nodded as he described Natasha. “Just so. I have not been added to the roster yet, but I will be.” She let go of his hand to reach up and brush her hair out of her face, unbound and tousled from tossing in her bed. “It seemed the quickest way to gather information about this place, and keep the others safe.”