To: Steve Rogers From: Diana Prince Date: March 19th, 2014
Steve had one hand pressed flat against the wall of his room beside his desk, with his other arm bent at the elbow as he leaned down to speak through the receiver of his phone. He was by and large a pretty patient man, but at the same time he could hardly believe how hard it was to contact Diana... then again, he did not have her phone number and he was trying to do so through the Themiscryan Embassy, so he supposed he should have expected as much.
"Yes.. Steve Rogers. Yes, that Steve Rogers. For Diana Prince." He turned to press his back against the wall as he realized this was one of the first times since taking up his shield that he had actually had trouble getting in touch with someone, but then it was not as though Diana was just any woman. And.. he supposed it did not help matters that he was a male.
"You'll see if she can take the call? Alright, that sounds wonderful. Thank you for your help." His mother had always told him he could catch more flies with honey, and so he remained polite, taking a seat on the corner of his desk to see whether or not Diana would actually pick up on the other end.