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The plane climbs ever higher in the night sky, and Steve’s heart pounds loudly in his chest.
Well, he suspects it’s loud. The roar of the engines drowns out all sound, save for the thoughts clamoring around in his head, and for that, he’s glad.
Higher and higher it climbs, and he looks out the window at the factory below. Somewhere down there Diana wages a battle with Ares – he still can’t believe it – and his friends, his comrades in arms, fight for their lives against the Germans.
And yet…
In these final moments, as he pulls out his pistol and readies it to shoot, he allows his thoughts to drift.
To dream.
Of the things that could have been when there is no war to fight.
A lazy summer morning, the heat of her naked body pressed against his, his arm wrapped around her torso, his hand on her breast. The scent of coffee drifts through the open window from a cafe down the street, and the paperboy calling out the latest news.
Later, she smiles at him across the table, soft and happy, and when she reaches for the cream, her gown falls open, revealing her curves. He stares, he can’t help it, and she laughs. ‘It’s a good thing I’m above average,’ she says.
When a heated gaze passes between them and they run back to bed, flinging clothing off to the side along the way, the coffee gets left behind on the table, forgotten and cold.
Closing his eyes, finding strength in his love for her, he remembers her smile…
And pulls the trigger.