Thor would feel Diana’s face curling into a grin before she even spoke, because it absolutely did. “Of course you missed me.” She said playfully, though it was still a shadow of what it might have been, in light of the circumstances. “I am a sunbeam.” Her tone was one of such utter conceit that even Diana could barely finish the sentence with a straight face, and she was giggling when she pulled away from him.
She pressed a kiss to his cheek before she stepped back. “One of us will need to inform Natasha, and likely your sister. I don’t even know if they’ve...” It had not been long, though Diana still didn’t think to include a timeframe. Still, that did imply a certain amount of quickness. “I wonder if they still have your body, then.” Diana didn’t even actually know whether they’d had time to do anything at all, because she had delivered her news and the location Natasha had asked for, and retreated entirely.
Diana was sadly very capable of letting the world burn around her if she were burning too, and she had learned that in 1910 as well. “I... Natasha tried to make it better, telling me that the Hotel brings them back sometimes, but neither of us... It was over message, so I cannot be sure, but I don’t think either of us were hopeful, in that conversation.” And Zeus help her, she had lined up the shot and she was taking it. “And lightning isn’t supposed to strike the same place twice, you know. The humans are quite sure of it.”
Maybe she really was just going mad here, because impossibly, she was giggling again.