Still so childish, even after all this time. It had not even been difficult for Thor to use her own momentum against her and press her back against the tree, and she should’ve seen it coming. Her breath caught as her back met wood, and when she tried to move forward, she found his arm in her way. She used the tree as leverage and pushed, and very nearly pushed him over, but Thor had dug in and she was stuck.
At least, in that sense, she was stuck. Diana’s hands dropped away from his arm, where she’d been trying to push free, and instead splayed on his stomach. Her palms were low, intentionally, and she waited to see how he’d react. If he lost focus on that arm for even a moment, she’d push him. Otherwise, she’d have to figure something else out.
She dragged her nails over his tee shirt a bit, wanting him to be very clear about where her hands were, and she simply waited as she watched his face.