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When Steve pulled the trigger of the gun to ignite the gas, he knew he was doing the right thing at last. He did not expect to wake up not in this world at least. As he said to Diana, “No. It has to be me. It has to be me. I can save today. You could save the world. I wish we had more time.” He did wish they had more time but it was not to be. He breathed as deeply as he could and pulled the trigger. As the explosion happened there was a crackle of lightening and a black hole with a strange blue pattern edged with ice that seemed to swallow him whole.

The Chief, Napi’s heart ached with sadness and grief by Steve’s demise, but secretly he smiled because he sense the work of other gods at play. His sacrifice was not for nothing nor forgotten. Steve was lost to this world, but not lost to the afterlife. He didn’t know how to tell Diana though. The others wouldn’t believe him.

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When Thor arrived on the planet Earth in pursuit of his brother, another person unknown to him hitched a ride through the bi-frost road and his own lightning. Granted the man in question was unconscious and remained so even as he fell through the sky conveniently slipping into the jet that Captain America just exited from.

The man in an old German uniform was delivered to SHIELD’s hospital bay and then completely almost forgotten about in the battle that came after. The doctor who treated the man and sent out the blood work and what he could tell from the man’s identity to make sure that nothing was in his system and to see who he was, was shocked a few hours later by the results. He had to get to Director Fury ASAP. He almost ran into the Black Widow walking with Fury as a result. She took the results off his hands, handing it off to Fury and the doctor escaped for a drink. A nice stout.

Fury sent Natasha to tell Steve who was touring the hospital wing for moral support the news. He followed quietly after, hoping the mysterious man in question would wake up soon. Natasha only raised an eyebrow at the results and slipped the information back to her boss who was trailing behind her like a lost duckling.

She glance back after a bit and was a bit disturbed by the sudden grin that Fury sprouted. When she looked back after a few minutes it was like it was never there. He waited outside the door as she slipped into the hospital room with Steve and the unknown man.

***

Steve Rogers after he ate, visited all the SHIELD wounded, showed, turned in his mission report and slept not exactly in that order, found himself staring at the sleeping dirty blonde haired man in the hospital bay of SHIELD’s headquarters where the strange man was taken to treat his wounds and get him out of that uniform. Which was apparently real according to the experts who came in to collect the uniform. As a man out of time he insisted that the other maybe man out of time did not have a reenactment of a period hospital like he did. SHIELD agreed somehow learning from their mistake.

He didn’t jump as Natasha slipped next to him, eating a chocolate pock stick of all things. Japan had some good candy despite their leanings in the war.

She saw he was staring rather intently on the blond man’s face, a slight frown on his lips. “I thought you were into women Captain. See something you like?!” Natasha deadpan teased.

She was rewarded with a flush that was a deep as red as her hair. “What?! No, I ah, he looks very familiar for some reason. Why are you here? Why not a doctor?”

“The doctors felt a face you knew would help with the news and the doctors have done all they can for him. Now it’s up to him. There is a reason for that familiarity I think. His blood work, physical background checks and history, what we could find anyway came back.” Natasha smirked at Steve, who raised an eyebrow, not in the mood for games. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. “Congratulations Steve! You’re a nephew! He’s your Uncle. Apparently your mom had a older brother. Or at least the blood work shows a relation to your blood, but not without the super powers bit. We dug up a few pictures as well.” Natasha did the surprise pose. “Surprise!”

Steve’s mind went blank with shock and sudden foolish hope that he pushed down to the back of his mind. He instead focused on the blood work news. The uncle connection surprised him, he didn’t have an uncle. Instead, Steve recalled a foggy memory of his asking his mom how he got his name. She mention that her older cousin’s family helped them out when her and his dad first came to America. The Trevors. Their Steve was four years older then her, or at least he was when he died at age 12 in a farming accident. They didn’t have any other children.

He glanced over the tablet that had a Steve Trevor’s family background and a few pictures. He slowed at the picture of his mom with her arms around a grinning older couple that almost looked like the man in the bed if they combined them into one. The portrait of the older gentleman after that picture made Steve twitch, so that’s what he’ll look like with a beard. He gave the tablet back to Natasha, explaining,

“He’s not my uncle, but he might be my mom’s cousin Steve. I was named after him. The Trevors helped my mom and dad when they first got to America. The Trevors immigrated before my parents did. Or at least, one of them came from Ireland. I never bothered to know the whole story. This is not a 12 year old boy. This is a man about my age. Something is wrong. My name sake died when he was 12. The line died out after that.”

“Yeah, about that ah, he’s not from around here.” Bruce said walking up. Steve turned towards him while Natasha disappeared out the door, duty done. Bruce would have left already but the mysterious man’s blood work was well fascinating. He got sucked into it after the doctors flagged him down right after he was done with his mission report, slim as it was.

“I thought you left already.” Steve said, as he walked towards Bruce and the door, needing something strong. He had a unexpected tie to his past life. He had family. He tried to ignore the slight release of hope it gave him.

“I found the blood work on the man interesting enough to stay awhile. There was something that the other doctors couldn’t figure out. They didn’t have the knowledge to decode. That and another familiar face for the news.” Bruce said as they walked from the hospital wing.

“What do you mean, not from around here? Beside the whole living thing.” Steve walked towards his assigned room. He had a stash of good whiskey. He had a feeling he’ll be needing it. Even if he couldn’t get buzzed at least he could have the flavor. Steve didn’t know he had a scary stare at times.

Bruce found himself slightly restless as Steve held a full shot glass of really good whiskey. He took a deep breath and pushed the nervousness away. It wouldn’t help any. “As you know Steve Trevor’s blood has markers that indicate you as a relative. The difference is that there is a slight offness of his blood and yours. Not the superpower bit, but in reality. As in he’s from a different universe completely. One that he didn’t died at age 12 but lived until now. Some of his genetic markers are almost completely different from ours at deep level. He’s alive, but I don’t know if you are really family. You might have never existed in his universe. We won’t know until he wakes up. He’s getting treatment for a heck of a lot of altered mustard gas, something that never been used in our history of WW1. that’s why we suspect a completely different reality among other things when the doctors turned over the blood work to me. Anyone else besides me were caught in that gas, they would be dead right now. Somehow he’s alive. We’ll seeing if Thor can take a few minutes away from guarding his brother to confirm before they go home. We need his advice on this. There was a haze of something that was otherworldly other then what we found already.”

Steve at the end of Bruce’s talking drowned back the whiskey at one go. Even if he couldn’t ever get drunk at all the taste almost almost made up for it.

“Keep me posted.”

“Will do.” At that, Bruce left thinking that Steve didn’t want anymore complicated examples. Steve felt like a run. He had some thinking to do. He went to the gym they set up for him.

***

Steve woke up with a gasp of “Diana” on his lips and a coughing fit from his lungs that would have woke the dead. He hurt all over, the last thing he remembered clearly was pulling the trigger. A slight noise made him start before he realized that it was just a nurse getting him water. He eyed the woman after he drunk his fill and the stark white medical room with a practiced eye. She spoke perfect English in a New York accent, soothing even but Sameer was an excellent actor after all so he kept his guard up just in case.

Something was off, not as off as when he was on the island of Themyscira. He wasn’t in a colorful healing bath or was being held for trial by a bunch of beautiful powerful women, but it had enough advancement of medical treatment that he could tell that it made him uneasy enough to wariness. The nurse was dressed in different uniform from what he remembered of the nurses from across the pond. So he waited calmly answering the basic questions of his name, age, what year, and so forth, thinking it wouldn’t matter if he was in the future. Heck Diana might even there. Even if he wasn’t in the future the information he gave was fake anyway.

His instinct to conceal his identity was correct when a black man with a eye patch walked in after the nurse paged for a doctor. The man screamed trained spy to another spy. But having a black man interrogate him almost indicated the future since across the pond black were second citizens at best.

“Where am I?” Steve, his face a blank mask, took control of the conversation before it was taken from him. The nurse switch for the doctor letting her finish what she needed to do keeping his eyes on the bigger threat but not dismissing them completely until they left the room closing it behind them.

Fury stared back at the blonde haired man, whose eyes were just a bright blue and intelligent as Steve Rogers. His face a mask that Fury recognized on Natasha’s face from time to time when it was not focused on the doctor’s questions. The man had spy training then or at least interrogation training. Even if that man didn’t have Rogers super serum, he still might be as hard head as Steve. Joy.

Fury decided to go easy hoping for answers, not a brick wall. He leaned against the wall in a careless pose of fake relaxation. He could that the man in the bed wasn’t fooled. “My people found you falling out of the sky. Despite the uniform that’s way out of date, we fixed you up and set you mending.” The doctor and nurse breathed after they left the room, glad to be gone. Fury could be really intense even on his good days.

“I thank you for that. You still didn’t answered my question. Where am I?” Steve took a slight plunge. It didn’t hurt to ask anyway. “When am I? The lightening is more advance then I know.” He left the question hanging a ease of lightness he didn’t feel inside on his face and voice.

Fury didn’t show it, but his was impressed at the man’s acting and close to his chest information. The man did had undercover work, if the uniform and the blood work was any indication. He decided to be blunt and see if his insights were correct. If he wasn’t, he didn’t rise to be the director for nothing.

“You are in the United States of America, in New York City,” Something flickered in the man’s eyes, relief perhaps? “the war that you knew, from the uniform we found you with is over. It’s 2012.” At the date the man’s eyes went wide, shock setting in. “In SHIELD’s headquarters. I am Nick Fury, Director.”

Steve nodded slowly, trying hard to push back the relief of the United States still being around and the almost a hundred years passing to be back of his mind. He appreciated that the director, Fury was blunt. He had a slight smile on his face when he replied. “My name is Captain Steve Trevor, pilot, American Expeditionary Forces. Serial number 814192.” At least he didn’t have Amazon with spears pointing at him he thought with a pang. He shuddered, the missing of Diana, and his life, his friends a deep ache. “I can’t say anymore.” Even though to the Director the war was over, he was still cautious. This could be a trick in some way. Future tech aside.

Fury didn’t nod in agreement, wondering about the shudder, but asked, “Did you have any family Captain?” The Steve Trevor name was a indication that Steve Rogers was right, but he had to push.

Steve’s face shuttered shut at the question of family. “Not anymore.”

Fury had risen to the top by cunning, patience and grit, but at that, he took his radio and paged Captain Rogers. He had a organization to run and why not foster the man out of time to the other man out of time? He didn’t exist in this world so the damage was almost none to the world. The paperwork forging on the other hand would be painful enough. He kept his cringe to himself.

“I am letting one of our men, Captain Rogers to help you blend into the modern world, he’s from a different time as well. 1945. I’ll start the paperwork.” It might be strange to anyone else from the organization but Fury went with his gut and his gut never was wrong. Captain Trevor would be a valuable asset.

Fury smirked suddenly as he left. “You’re good. We already know that you lied on your personal information. We always need another spy in our ranks. I’ll let Natasha get you up to speed after Captain Rogers settles you in.”

Fury left before Steve could get more answers. For about thirty minutes Steve was left to his own devices. A different nurse came and went, dropping off a set of strange clothes, but he was slightly amused to see that denim was the trend for pants or at least he assumed it was since it was well made. The short sleeved collar shirt, not so much. The underwear was a bit different.

A knock at the door make Steve look up from his mindless making of the bed for the fourth time. He jerked back in surprise as the large man walked into the room, Steve’s face paling at the sight. If he didn’t know any better, and he really knew he was still alive for some reason, the pains in his body indicating it, he would swear he was dead and looking at his great grandfather, if he didn’t have his beard. “Forgive me, but,” Steve suddenly took the empty glass and threw it at the doppelganger who was standing in the doorway. It was caught quickly enough, Steve recognizing a fellow soldier’s instincts kicking in.

Steve Rogers looked at the man who threw the empty glass, his poster easing into a slight, but ready stance. His color was coming back. His eyes were almost the same blue of his, the face almost the same. There was family resemblance to be sure.

Steve smiled crookedly. “Sorry about that but I thought I was died and seeing my great grandfather. Clearly I’m still alive despite my plane blowing up. Don’t know how I’m alive.” He didn’t mean to say that, but the other man eased something in him.

“None taken. I’m Captain Steve Rogers. I drove a plane full of explosions into the ocean, and end up sleeping for 70 years. It’s a bit of a story why I survived.” Steve felt at ease around the other man. He did have the figures of the 12 year old his mom told him about when he found a picture once.

“Steve?” Steve Trevor was amused at the other man’s name. “That might be a problem, I’m Steve Trevor, Captain. For the sake of not having people call us both, Steve, I can either be Trevor or Rockwell.” Steve didn’t offer his hand but noticed the other man’s soldier bearing, and reserved judgement until he was sure of whoever he was, family resemble aside.

“Trevor would be easier.” Steve nodded at the newly named Trevor.

“So you’re here to get me out of here? Since the director gave the all clear?” Trevor asked as he went towards the open door.

“How did you know the director gave the all clear?” Steve found himself walking quickly to keep up with the other man, Trevor who was walking down the corridors with the ease of moving in and out of crowds. “Outside is this way.” He step into Trevor’s path making him stop and turned him around.

Trevor didn’t speak until they were out of the compound and walking towards a open field with a track. “He said that you would be the one to introduce me to this modern world, and you came quickly enough to indicate that my release would be quicker then most. So as a person who’s not in this time as well, when did you say you are from? 1945? How and why did you not died when you got stuck in the ocean for 70 years? Why do you look like my great grandfather?”

Steve was doing a very light jogging and was impressed on how Steve, his near death aside, could keep up with him. That and how nonchalance he was about the whole thing about the future. He seemed more wide eyed awe then anything else. “I” Steve started over and slowed to a walk to go back to the compound. He sensed that after the questions that Trevor asked, he’ll need a strong drink.

***
Steve Trevor after all that he seen of the war, the horror of it all, thought he couldn’t cry. But there he was crying. Not silent tears, but ones to almost wake the sleeping from their graves. His head was spinning either from the news of what the other man had to say about his story or from the kick of the whiskey he downed. He almost couldn’t breath. He thought he broke when he went to sacrifice himself so that Diana could save the world, but this whole new reality and what he learned burst the dam.

Steve Roger on the other hand, just got a glass of water, some tissues and the all amazing hand sanitizer. He didn’t judge the other man, at least he woke up in the same world. From the story swaps it seemed that bullheaded stubborn self sacrificing men ran through the family and Trevor didn’t even know that they were related yet. It never came up. The horror of the second war did him in.

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Steve Rogers sighed, slightly exasperated and quite jealous as he eyed his passed out, clearly going to regret that alcohol later, relative. He wanted to get passed out drunk and go to sleep instead he felt energetic so unfair.

Thankfully for Trevor, Steve Rogers was just opening the door to the rooftop hangout that was put in partly as a stress relief for the SHIELD agents and a lookout point. Thor’s arrival from delivering his brother shook the building, woke up Trevor thinking Diana came. Rogers was just happy that the bi-frost marking missed his nose by ten feet. He swore his nose was frostbitten but it wasn’t.

“I thought that you were going to wait until after seeing the other Steve to bring Loki home.” Steve said as Thor walked towards him aiming for the door.

“I thought it was prudent for my brother to be off world first. This might take longer then we think. I didn’t get any details from SHIELD besides there was a man that I needed to see. A wise decision since Loki was standing right next to me.” Thor explained absently twirling his hammer. Luckily he didn’t make any dents in the wall. “Now that Loki is locked in our cells at home, I can have free reign to see this Steve.”

Steve matched Thor’s pace guiding him towards his quarters explaining the situation. He hoped Trevor was still passed out. He was, but in a different position. Like he woke up, then decided it was too much to deal with and now Steve’s bed-sheets had to be washed or at least the comforter. Relatives.

Steve moved to wake Trevor up but Thor held out a hand halting Steve’s progress. “Not necessary at this time to wake him up. You said he is your relative or at least a close reflection?”

“Yes.” Steve said slowly as he watched Thor start spinning his hammer generating a small electrical storm but not enough to cause alarm outside of the room. Trevor’s body started to slowly float upwards in response and at times flickered in and out of the visual spectrum as lightening a different color from Thor’s raced up and down his body. Thor eased off spinning his hammer, gently set the still sleeping off his headache man back down onto the comforter frowning all the way.

He motioned Steve to follow him out of the room, closing the door softly. Thor kept his voice down as they walked away. “I need to contact my father to ask him to send me Loki. There is a person here who could help out. But only a trickster can capture him or at least get him interested enough to come see what’s going on. Is there anyone else here who besides Fury and the others you told me about know about the origins of this man?”

“Possibly some of the medical staff. Why?” Steve asked now worried about his newly found kin.

Thor was serious. “You must tell Fury to keep the man’s arrival hushed up. I believe there is more here at play then just a reality slip.”

As Steve went off to relay the information and Thor back to the roof to ask for his little brother, a Hydra agent raised her eyebrows thoughtfully as she walked by the two men. Now this was information that she’ll pass on when she had more to give. The nurse chuckled as she went back to sickbay to tend to her duties, her break.

*
Loki as soon as he arrived with Sif in tow to keep an eye on him started to complain loudly in Thor’s head since he had back on that mussel that prevented him to speak. It was an easy trick to whine in his brother’s head. Child play really, he wasn’t named Silver-tongue for nothing.

‘Seriously brother,’ Thor could hear the sarcasm loud and clear from the other side of the roof as soon as they landed. “Why must I be back here? I just settled down for a quick nap out of boredom when I was aroused to come back to this insect filled place.’

‘You’ll see Loki. It’s an interesting concept and we might get answers to questions that we forgot we as Asgard even had.’

After Thor refused to give Loki anymore information then that, the totally mental exchanged collapsed into childish name calling and back stabbing or at least a more tooth filled version of it since childhood.

Sif walking along side Loki’s other side, barely refrained from rolling her eyes. Unlike the humans she knew when the boys started chatting to each other in their heads. They were not walking in total scary silence. It was their mother’s fault really. Sif made a mental note to tell her queen as soon as she got home. Freya would be pleased. The magic of their childhood held on still despite it all. Hope remained slim as it were.

*

Loki was mentally silent for once as Thor repeated what he did earlier. Somehow some way Trevor was still asleep but as the electrical currents moved up and down his body he unknown to the humans started to wake up.

Thor quickly but still gently set Trevor down and let everyone out of the room again. He turned to his brother. “Can and will you do it?” He spoke out loud, the humans confused.

‘Why should I?’ Loki shot back.
‘I don’t know what happened to you to do what you did after you deliberately fell from the bi-frost, but if anyone even has the hint of what the infinity stones are, don’t disagree that you were trapped in one, you held the other in your hand so easily. I didn’t realize it at the time but now I do. We need allies. These humans are good and all but we need powerful allies. I don’t want Asgard to suffer like Earth has done. Besides you won a few times. Maybe it’s time to go again. After all it takes a trickster to fool a trickster.’

‘Fine brother.’ Loki spat.

“Sif, do you want to hunt and trick a coyote with us?” Thor asked ignoring the confused looks and the rapidly angry Fury.

Sif reply was all teeth. “I’ll love too. Where do we start?”

“Fury does anyone in your agency known anything about native legends or stories on this area of Earth, mostly concerning the one they call Napi?”

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While Napi lead Loki, Thor and Sif on a merry chase that spanned almost the entire United States that lasted at almost three months, Steve was helping Trevor adjust to the modern world.

‘Or I was.’ Steve thought fiercely as he beat up the punching bag that was hanging in the old fashioned gym S.H.I.E.L.D. thought it would be more comfortable for him, as a way to ease him into the modern world, but at this moment it was really getting on his nerves. A third bag exploded, and he started to drag another one into place, as Natasha walked in.

Natasha watched calmly as Steve started to pulverize the fourth bag to pieces. Once he was done, Steve glanced over at her, breathing heavier then normal. Sweat was gathered on his shirt, a frown on his handsome face. “What do you want Natasha? A new mission for us?”

S.H.I.E.L.D. started to pair Natasha and Steve together for a few missions. They blended well together. If it continued, they would have more missions.

“No.” Natasha followed him as Steve walked to the showers, but she lingered outside the threshold as he cleaned up, walking next to him as he tried to get away, and possibly eat something. Natasha easily kept pace much to Steve’s annoyance as he walked the halls to the cafeteria.

“Do you know the first time that Trevor saw me, he did a double take, his face lightening up in a smile as he said ‘Etta? How did you get here?’ But then he realized that I was not his old friend. He wasn’t too happy after that. I looked up a few photos of this Etta Candy, she does resemble me a little bit, but I am not English.”

Natasha smirked. “Or that short. But according to Trevor I definitely have her frisky spirit, and a knack for busting heads with beer bottles.”

That accident happened at a bar when Natasha was helping Trevor to blend into society, Steve was out of town at the time.

“So what does that have to do with me?” Steve was still a little put out that Trevor seemed to adapt quicker to the 21st century then even himself did. It probably helped that he didn’t have ties to his past around to haunt him. Steve’s heart ached at the thought of the loss of his friend Bucky, the Commandos and Peggy.

“Trevor lost his whole world, you’re a connection to it. We haven’t heard anything from Thor, but that Loki is getting really frustrated at this Napi character. But he had a gleeful tone to his voice. It seems that Napi is giving Loki a run for his money, if he had any. It seems like Loki can’t admit to a little fun. Thor assures me that they’ll get him sooner then later. Clint is taking Steve under his wing for the week.”

Natasha didn’t mention that Clint was taking Trevor to his old home of Enid, Oklahoma. He expressed a interest in it, despite the idea that he didn’t have any family in this world. It was his way of saying good-bye or at least the start of it.

“I lost my entire world too Natasha! I’m not whining about it. I’m moving on, slowly but I am. I’m glad that Clint has taken Trevor under his wing.” Steve was annoyed at the jab of Trevor being worst off then him. His heart ached for the man but Steve had his own problems.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be breaking all the punching bags in this gym every day of the week. You need to tell Trevor that you are family. You and him need that connection. That way when you both get terrible ideas in your heads I can beat them out of you.”

Natasha smiled brightly at Steve who wasn’t fooled for a minute, but he did want to spend time with Trevor. The two men bonded pretty well over their shared ‘past.’ It helped them both to talk about things that only they really knew. But once Trevor got his paperwork finalized and started to train with the S.H.E.I.D. spies, he spend less and less time with Steve.

It in turn, left Steve feeling neglected, despite the missions he was going on with Natasha. Steve stopped from going into the cafeteria, ignoring his hungry pains to look at Natasha in her eyes. “What do you want from me?”

“Go with Trevor and Clint on their week away. You need to get out of the city.” Natasha made a face, Steve realized that she was being open and honest with him. “Besides I have a lot of back log to do. Paperwork as a spy isn’t pretty.”

Steve snorted. “Oh really and you think I didn’t have to do paperwork as Army Captain? I’ll go, but it’s only so that you can’t keep bugging me about this.” Natasha has been dropping hints to talk to Trevor every change she could get in, once she noticed that the once close friendship between the two started to waver. It was really getting frustrating, and it was wearing down his hurt anger.

“Deal.” Natasha moved towards the lunch line and ended up snagging the last of the cheesecake that Steve was eyeing from the doorway, he wanted it.
**
Trevor was piloting towards his old home, with Clint as the co-pilot, glancing back at Steve, a little puzzled. The man was muttering someone about getting back at Natasha and cheesecake.

He was happy that Steve was going along, but he wondered at the frown the man he privately nicknamed “Gramps” since he did look like a younger version of his great-grandpa. It amused him, but he didn’t say it out loud else Steve would be calling him old man since he was born earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Trevor asked, concerned. Natasha was someone you didn’t want to mess with. He smiled softly, it felt like Etta Candy was around, but not really. It was comforting feeling to have her around, it was like a little piece of home. Scary piece, but still home.

He shudder inwardly at the thought of them and Diana meeting, he’ll never hear the end of it ever. Etta had a lot of blackmail on him that he prayed that Natasha never found out about somehow. He knew that Diana was getting her fill of Steve Trevor mishaps, he just knew it. Or had. He swallowed the sudden ping of pain of Diana living on without Etta or even himself.

“Natasha ate my cheesecake.” Steve didn’t say anything else for the rest of the trip as he tried to figure out a way to tell Trevor that they were related. He did have photos he brought along for prove.

Trevor knew that Steve liked his cheesecake so he just shrugged the comment off and continued to fly happy again. Steve made him roll his eyes. That man had sweet tooth a mile wide. The instructors were amazed at how quickly Steve picked up modern flying. It was instinctive.

“It’s in my blood.” Was all that Trevor said, smiling. He didn’t mention he came from a family of ace pilots, his mom included, even if she took it up later on in life. She fell in love with ballooning and planes were an extension of that love. He would try and race her when he was younger, he never won.

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Napi knew who he was dealing with but oh he was having so much fun. Fun he hadn’t had in ages. The chase ended in Wyoming as the two tricksters and their companions stop on top of Devil’s Tower. It was a fitting place to end it.

Sif was slightly winded from the climb up as the others just jumped or flew up there. She was a bit miffed because of it. She usually wasn’t so tired from anything but the Earth was not like it once was. She just to the top of Devil’s Tower to see Loki wheezing and breathing heavier then even she was, hands on his knees as Napi was setting up a tea kettle as his wife, Old Woman seemed to preparing a meal.

Sif bite back a chuckle because she knew Loki wouldn’t appreciate it, but also since he had to use all his cunning and magic to chase after Napi. He came close a few times, but the witty Native American trickster got out of the traps easily. He knew the Earth like the back of his hand. Loki had been away for too long.

Still she took pleasure from Loki’s heavy breathing and glaring as his older brother accepted a mug of dark tea from Napi. They got rid of the muzzle a few days into the chase. Surprising Loki was well behaved during the whole thing. Having to match wits against a fellow trickster boosted his spirits like no other one could do. Sif expect that Thor knew that.

“Why do you chase me across my country Silvertongue? We settled our rivalry many, many centuries ago. I am not pleased at your actions of late. Even if you were tainted, you still have much to make up for.”

Napi shot the wordless Loki with a sharp disapproval look. Loki in turn transformed into his regular getup sneering back, tilting his head towards his quiet brother.

Thor set down the drained mug even if tea wasn’t his drink of choice, he wouldn’t offend the person he needed answers from. “Napi, it is I that is in need of your help. I requested my brother’s help in search of you. I am glad.”

Napi and his wife suddenly transformed into dark birds, not ravens, but of the same family. “I have no need to speak to you about anything. Your kind left the world to its own devices a long time ago and war from the stars touched our shores. If war comes again, you will answer for it Asgardians.” The look in the usually kind eyes of Napi was bitterly cold.

Just as the two were about to take off, Sif spoke up. “Even if it concerns a Steve Trevor?”

Napi transformed so fast his feathers blurred. “What do you know of a dead man or boy in this case?”

“Steve Trevor has been touched by a demigod’s power lightening, like my own, but different. He came through the bi-frost, hitching a ride. He’s here. I seek you out because of this. He knows you or a you. Chief he called you in his memories that I could access. The demigod’s power knew of you.”
Napi nodded slowly as his wife left. “I know the incident in which you speak. I’ll come.”

Loki was speechless then exploded as Sif moved to contain him with the muzzle, but Napi held up a hand. “Then why did you make me chase you for almost three months?! I had better things to do!”

Napi looked at his fellow trickster with determination who wanted to avert his eyes, but didn’t. “Because young one when you were ensnared in Thanos’s grasp you forgotten who you were. Your magic and mind and soul were so twisted that you forgot what you could do, of who you should be, who you can be. You forgot the people who love you even if you shunned part of yourself.” Napi smiled gently at the look on Loki’s face. “Yes I know you are adopted, but that does not matter. Magic sings in your veins. If you harnessed all of yourself.”

Napi gave a savage grin. “You could work wonders. Now take me to Steve, my brother shared his memories of this man. I need to see if they are still true.”

Loki yelled mentally to Napi as Thor swung his hammer to gather speed to go back to New York. ‘You didn’t answer my question!’ Sif winced at the loud mental call, still a bit of the silvertonuge despite the muzzle.

“Your mother of course. After all who else would I trade healing techniques with?” Napi smirked as once again Loki was left speechless, at the depth of love his mother had for him and perhaps his brother.

**

Trevor’s hands were shaking so hard it was amazing that the plane wasn’t shaking as well. He breathed a sigh of relief when he landed at the tiny airport. Trevor made a mental note to let someone fly them back. If he was this nervous before he saw his old house, he didn’t know if he could fly back safely after he saw it.

Trevor was quiet as they turned onto the well worn dirt road that led to his old home. He haven’t seen it for years. It seemed that the owners were out for the day, which he was grateful for. He didn’t want to see who bought his house, his home.

Steve and Clint was equally quiet. Clint was more understanding then Steve since he grew up in the farmlands of the mid-west as well but in Iowa and knew the unspoken beauty of the place. Steve was not as understanding, Trevor found himself holding back a chuckle as Steve stared at a common place farm equipment baffled as Clint patiently explain to the city boy what exactly that tractor piece did.

As Clint was explaining more, Trevor slipped around the back of the house and headed to a secret plot of land that he prayed still existed. He had to swallow hard at the small grave plot he found. Trevor knelt down next to his younger self’s grave that was to the side of his parents. His eyes lingered on his parents gravestone as he said,

“I, I made it back mom, dad. It took awhile but the war was won. I came home.” Trevor’s voice broke as unchecked tears flowed in streams down his face. He gripped his hand to his headstone so tightly it almost broke the skin.

Trevor cried for hours or at least it was that way to him. A crunch of dry grass made him look up to see Steve kneel beside him. “I never got to say goodbye. I never got to hold my mom again. Never got to share stories with my dad. I have no one left who knows me or my story. I’m adrift on a endless sea without a shore to go back too.” Trevor’s voice was bitter and raw.

Steve recognized the look on Trevor’s face, it echoed his many times when he was alone and could just be Steve Rogers and not Captain America. It was the look of a man who would, if possible, to get back to where they once were, no matter what the cost.

Steve found himself speaking. “You’re not alone. You have us, Clint, Natasha, heck Bruce and Tony if you ever get to meet the guy. You have me.”

Trevor laughed, but it was a bitter, almost broken sound. “Oh I have you all don’t I? All of you didn’t know my world, there are similarities to it yes, you have some knowledge, but unlike you fellow man out of time, I’m out of my universe, you at least know what has happened to your people. I have no one. No blood relatives to speak of, nothing to tie me to this place. No memories to cheer me up when I’m down. Nothing to say that I lived here, but a small forgotten grave on a farm that isn’t even in my family anymore.”

Steve found himself mentally buying Natasha a whole New York style cheesecake, any topping she wanted. She was right, dang her.

“Um well not exactly.” Steve said awkwardly handing Trevor the envelope that he had carried all this way.

Trevor took the offering and tossed it onto his grave, not caring about whatever was in the envelope but his eyes widened as photos of his parents with a young girl who had Steve’s features beamed up at him scattered on it.

Trevor carefully gathered the photos and looked at them carefully and what they said on the back. He glanced up at the silent but hopeful looking Steve.

“Nephew?” Trevor said calmly as he gently put the photos back into envelope and stood up, face still stained with tears.

Steve got up as well saying, “Yes.” He did not expect the sudden punch to his face. It almost knocked him on his ass.

Trevor dropped the photos that Clint who came up just as Steve got punched, caught them as Trevor cradled his hand and swore.

He carefully made sure his hand wasn’t broken. “You jerk! How long have you known that we were related?! What the heck man? But you definitely have my blood running through your veins or at least our thick skulls. Dang man. I wondered why you looked like grandpa, beardless. Did you know about this Clint?”

“If I tell you a secret will you drop the subject?” Clint asked hopefully, he didn’t want to get hit.

He got a glare in response. “Ok so yes, but Natasha told me, and I looked at the blood work. We should have told you much earlier but someone was mopping that his favorite nephew got new friends to say anything.” Clint pointy stared at Steve’s back as he walked ahead of the two towards the car rubbing his face. Trevor even without super soldier serum packed a punch.

They were interrupted from getting into the car from the old couple who owned the place came back and got suckered into tea and cookies once they figured out who they were hosting. It was a long two hours for Clint, a long two hours. The two blood relatives soaked up the old town news and what became of the family farm eagerly. The stuff in the attic was the icing on the cake for them.

Later, Clint leaned across to Steve who was piloting as Trevor was gleefully or at least with bitter sweetness dug through the old cardboard box that surprisingly the old couple who bought the farm, kept since they figured that someone might be back for it, and said “It’s your own fault. I think I see a black eye forming.”

Steve glared at the windshield in response.

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When the plane landed there were three figures waiting for the plane to touch down. Clint went pass the three, nodding respectfully to Thor but didn’t stop. He had Natasha to update, paperwork to do and a wife to please over the phone. Besides if he hung around Loki he’ll shot him in the heart. Maybe he’ll go visit his family. He was due leave anyway.

Napi stood next to Thor and Loki as the two brothers bickering in their heads. Sif went to Asgard to report to the Queen on how her sons were fairing. His arms were akimbo, he dressed as his brother Napi did in Steve Trevor’s universe to gauge the man’s memories and sharpness.

Steve Rogers walked out of the plane somehow getting suckered into holding his uncle’s box of heirloom treasure. Luckily he saved the box from being squashed against Trevor’s back when he stopped unannounced, almost in shock, Steve thought as he sidestepped his statue of a uncle.

He soon realized why as Uncle Trevor, who he insisted Steve call him, either that or old man Steve. Steve still didn’t know if Uncle Trevor was talking about him or himself with that comment.

“Chief?!”

Napi winced inwardly at the sudden hope that welled up in the misplaced man’s voice. But the hope turned to wariness.

“Who are you.” Steve found his hand on his new firearm that he carried with him. He found himself slipping into interrogation mode as he stared at the man that reminded him of Chief but something about him didn’t ring right. A twin perhaps but not the Chief he knew.

Napi held up his hands as he blurred his clothes back to the long gray cloak and simple shirt and pants he had when Loki and company cornered him, or he let them corner him.

“Peace Steve Trevor. I have come to confirm what my brother had passed on to me. I am Napi, the trickster,” ignoring Loki’s low sputtering beside him of ‘a trickster, not the’. “You knew my brother as Chief, during your WW1, I am he of this universe. My brother sent me his impressions of you when you passed into this world. I see that he wasn’t mistaken to fall into your company.”

To everyone’s shock Trevor snorted relaxing slightly a easiness in his body that wasn’t there before. “Oh yeah you are a relative of Chief but you’re not Chief. Your hair is shorter then his and there’s a slight” Trevor couldn’t pinpoint what was different enough to know that this Napi was chief but wasn’t Chief.

Napi nodded slowly. “We are who we are in what way the world needs us to be. You been touched by your gods in your dimension so you instinctively know the difference. It will serve you well later in life.”

“Why are you here?” Steve butted in, curious and protective of his uncle. He also wanted to put the box down, not that it was heavy but it wouldn’t be good to use as a weapon in case he needed one. Trevor would give him another black eye if he did so.

“Chief sent along another part of his memories that might let us understand how Steve Trevor slipped between worlds and not blown up in the plane back in 1918. We needed Napi to confirm the energy on Steve Trevor’s body. Hence Loki.”

“Does it matter where you confirm this energy?” Steve asked glaring at Loki, who smirked back at him and then grimaced at Thor’s silent ‘behave’. Thor was always loud even in his mind.

Loki glared at his brother as he answered. “No. We just have to do it quickly because your S.H.I.E.L.D. people are getting restless with me being here.” Loki said, he constantly found himself scanning the compound. He didn’t have such a warm welcome last time, he frowned inwardly at a sensation he was getting from a few agents. Strange that.

“So do I sit down or something?” Trevor asked as Natasha walked up and took the box from a grateful Steve bringing it inside.

“Might be best so that way if Thor accidentally drops you, which he won’t, you won’t hurt yourself too badly.” Napi said grinning a little at the slight alarm that faded into a playful glare on Trevor’s face. Steve always knew how to take a joke.

Napi was silent as he watched the lightening flicker up and down Steve Trevor’s body as he was sitting about a foot off the ground. He hummed tunelessly as Thor started to finish his last hammer cycle. Before he could speak, Sif came from the bi-frost, along with another person.

Napi’s eyes widened at the short stocky white haired lady as she took in the scene with still sharp eyes. ‘Now this was interesting.’

Sif quickly unleashed her sword at unexpected person who only scoffed saying, “What with people and pointing their swords at me? You’re pretty but you’re no Diana.”

“Etta?” Steve Trevor breathed, eyes widened in shock.

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Chapter 6

Etta whirled around, dodging the sword with ease for a sixty-seven year old. Her eyes widen at the sight of Steve Trevor. She stumbled back in shock. “Steve?! What?”

Steve Trevor started forward slowly then collapsed.

Etta with surprisingly speed for her age, leaped forward and caught Steve before he face-planted onto the concrete roof.

“Steve? Mr. Trevor?! Snap out of it right this instant!”

A large, but gentle hand stopped her slap from connecting with Steve’s face. “That’s not going to do any good. He’s not here.”

“And you are?” Etta Candy said sharply tightening her grip on Steve despite the strain on her body turning to look at the man who can up to her.

“I am Thor. I believe I know what happened to Trevor.”

“His name is Steve.” Etta sharply said.

“Well we have another Steve here, so we call this Steve, Trevor. He doesn’t mind.” Steve stepped up to explain the situation. Etta studied the young man.

“And you are?” Etta asked again.

“I’m Captain Steve Rogers. His nephew, well kinda.” He fought the urge to squirm under the old woman’s gaze. It reminded him of a cross between Natasha spy mode and his grandma’s gentle you must eat mode. It was an unsettling feeling that was broken by her huge sigh.

“Well you better have some really good chocolate to help you explain what is going on. And you Thor, if that means what I think it means then this Chief here and I had to guess, another trickster.” With that, the stout but strong lady let Thor take Trevor inside as Napi muttered to himself, ‘That was only one time. Ok, fine twice maybe.”

Loki wondered at the story there.

*
Steve Trevor found himself staring at Diana, almost disbelieving his eyes as he spoke the words that he said the last time he saw her, willing her to believe. As he kissed her, Steve never wanted to let go.

But as he tried to explain to Diana later about where he had been, he couldn’t find the words because he honestly couldn’t remember. He knew he went someplace else, but it wasn’t heaven, but it was good.

Somehow he didn’t die, but as much as he tried to remember as he cleaned his host’s body’s bedroom and apartment. To be honest to himself, went a bit nuts with all the awesome things that the future held, the only thing he could remember was punching his grandfather, that is if he didn’t have a beard. He didn’t know why.

When Steve was explaining how he found Diana. Then exclaiming that his host body was in a handsome fellow, and how he liked him, when Diana said, “All I see is you,” a chill went down Steve’s spine, borrowed that it was. Something was horribly wrong, but he didn’t know what.

As a gentleman, he let Diana have the futon, because honestly it was easier to sleep on the floor, that bed was a horrible thing that ever came out of humanity’s future. It didn’t prevent him from slipping into the bed when Diana asked him to, but when she tried to seduce him, Steve couldn’t, just couldn’t.

It wasn’t if Steve didn’t want Diana, that was quite clear to both of them. He really, really, really wanted to sink into her and never leave, but somehow despite being shirtless and Diana looking like heaven, they just fell asleep together, after talking almost all night long.

It felt wrong. Besides he had a feeling he’ll see her again, and then they’ll go to town and stay up all night into the morning.

When he woke up, Diana was curled around him like a snake, never wanting to let go. Steve just studied her face, wanting never to leave, and he said that when she woke up. He almost gave into her kisses until her inquiry of how he came to be there was like a cold shower.

When Steve was flying the plane, and Diana mentioned radar, he mentally went duh, oh course then wondered briefly how he could fly the plane and know what radar was. But Diana’s turning the jet invisible swept all of that out of his mind as he gazed at the fireworks in awe. The 4th of July had his mind go to that direction for some reason, his grandfather’s youthful face flashed in his mind.

But instead of dwelling, Steve found himself explaining his gift of flight to Diana, how easy it was and took her hand.

He didn’t want to let go. Ever. Every day and night when he kept spending time with Diana, as clear as they wanted each other physically, Diana agreed with him, reluctantly not to sleep sleep with him. So instead they cuddled with as much skin bare as possible. One night he laughed her to sleep with some of the old team stories before she arrived. The urge was strong, but he confessed one night that as more as he got to know Diana in other ways the more he fell in love with her. Diana felt the same. But they only voice this thought when the other one was asleep.

In the end, Steve let her go this time, instead of him letting Diana go, Steve gave her up, and in the end said, “I’m already gone.” Steve left before he could finish his statement, ‘but I’ll see you again.’

**

The first time Steve realized when he woke up in his own body was a snoring Etta sitting at his side. A half eaten box of really expensive chocolates by her side. The second thing was he was violently sick. Thankfully Natasha was coming in to relieve Etta and got his puke in a bedpan in time.

When he tried to talk, everything that happened to him flashed through his mind and he couldn’t speak. In the end, all that he could do was send Etta off with a note to Diana to look at after Etta requested it to.

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Chapter 7

The note for Diana slipped through the universes without a sound and landed with a pop of displaced on Steve’s watch. It was an interesting thing how it got to her apartment. Etta Candy was going to deliver it but as she went back to her time and place, things happened.

Etta arrived safely, but her note was ripped from her hand by a speeder traveling through time and a man who became more to save the world. The Flash as he traveled back and the note through time interacted with the mother box just as Cyborg stopped the mother boxes from joining, just enough to send the note to where Steve’s presence was last, his watch. The one thing that still held an echo of Steve’s presence.

Diana was told of Etta’s journey but Etta was getting old and had memory slips so Diana couldn’t or wouldn’t or wanted to believe her. Etta knew that Steve’s death wounded Diana deeply so she never brought it up again.

In the late 1980’s Diana did briefly wonder if Etta was talking about how Steve came back in 1984 but how would Etta have known about that? Etta was gone when it happened. So Diana put Steve out of her mind, but kept the hope that he gave her in her heart.

Diana signed as she landed on her balcony in Paris. It was a few weeks after the newly formed Justice League as they coined themselves or how Barry called them saved the world from Steppenwolf and Darksied.

She bypassed her bedroom and took a long shower. It was a long day between stopping criminals and her work.

Diana put on a silk robe and ran her hand fondly along the various pictures of the various people she had known in her long life and paused when she came to her picture of herself at the Trevor Ranch. A piece of paper folded in half was covering Steve’s watch. It looked a little aged, like it had been sitting there for a few years with handwriting that Diana only knew from the past.

She felt her hand shaking slightly as she picked up the paper that had her name written in cursive, not good cursive. Steve always joked his handwriting was horrible, that’s why Etta took the notes for him.

Diana slide down on the floor as she read, hope, impossible hope blooming in her chest. Was Etta right in the end?

Dear Diana,

I don’t know where you are or what time it is for you. That is the year. For me, it’s been about four months since somehow I slipped between universes into the year 2012 in New York City. Somehow when I ‘died’ your presence protected me enough to slip through to this other universe. Or at least that’s what Thor, the god of thunder says. Chief or a Chief here, confirms this theory. Apparently he’s a demi-god like you, called Napi. Your powers interacted with Thor’s when he traveled the Bifrost, a gateway between worlds in this universe. My believe in you and your love for me shielded me somehow.

Steve Rogers, my ‘nephew’ here, says the love thing is stupid. He’s reading this over my shoulder as I write. The little brat. He just turned bright, bright, bright red when I informed him what I meant by the love part. I mean it was physically possible right?! I think?

Now Thor and Loki are both laughing at me. Napi is amused. Etta is ah, smirking. Muttering something about knew it. I regret informing them all. The gossip vine here is swift.

I did travel to your universe in 1984 into unknown man’s body. Somehow his mind and soul traveled to my body during those few days. Thankfully for him he was unconscious during that time. I wouldn’t want to have my experience on anyone. I had a nasty headache and pain after I got back into my body. I hope that the dream-stone made the effects for the ‘handsome’ man bearable.

I am working with a agency called S.H.E.I.L.D. that’s based out of New York. They have aliens here, Thor and his bro are one. Natasha says I can’t get a fanny pack. It was a horrible thing of the 80s. I’ll get one somehow. They seem very useful.

The next few lines are scratched out in a unfamiliar handwriting that’s followed by a drawing of people in another unfamiliar hand.

Diana huffed out a laugh at group. There’s a badass red head, (like Etta but tall!) a couple of demi-gods like herself, an archer and a metal like man like Cyborg but not exactly. She wondered by the green man transformation. A tall blonde man with a star shield completes the drawing.

The following names are by each drawing. Dr. Banner aka Hulk is the green man, the badass redhead is Natasha, the blonde archer is Clint, the two demi-gods are Loki and Thor. The metal man is Tony Stark, and the last is Steve Rogers. Steve’s ‘nephew’.

The laughter dies on her lips as she studies the old old Norse code that is at the bottom on the note, just past Steve’s signature.

It seems that there isn’t just a Darkseid in her universe, but maybe one in Steve’s as well. Diana holds on to the note as if taking her hand off of it will make it disappear and goes to email her new team. It seems that she’s going to need help.

The hope she feels in her chest burns bright.

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Chapter 8

Year 2014

Steve Rogers was having a bad day, well week really. He found out that S.H.I.E.L.D. was evil or at least Hydra the Nazi group he fought so hard to destroy had infiltrated the covert organization from the very beginning. Steve’s uncle was on the run with a few other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that were loyal to the cause.

Steve continued to stare straight ahead at the Winter Soldier, no, “Bucky?!”

“Who the Hell is Bucky?” was the retort.

The blankness of Bucky’s usually expressive quirky brown eyes broke something in Steve’s heart. It shattered all over again. But before he could even resister that his friend, his best friend from childhood was going to shoot him, Sam came and knocked Bucky over.

Bucky got up but before he could raise his gun again, a golden lasso wrapped around him tightly, making Natasha not shot as the Winter Soldier or Bucky, who was Bucky? rose into the air to the gaze of a flying woman in armor who suddenly appeared out of nowhere but a clap of thunder and lightening. The dark haired woman spoke in a clear tone that carried. “Where is Steve?”

“I don’t know a Steve.” The lasso in response glowed bright gold as Bucky screamed in a way that made Steve move forward only to be stopped by Natasha and Sam as the golden lasso glowed brighter and brighter, making the people on the ground squint.

“Wait.” Natasha looked up as Bucky continued to scream and scream until he was silent, completely spent trying but with tears in his eyes. Instead of the lifeless gaze she first saw on the man, the brown eyes looked pained.

Diana’s question of “Where is Steve?” made her heart break as the man who tried to kill the others didn’t respond in the way that she thought with a yes or no but the ‘I don’t know a Steve’ followed by the most horrible screaming made her almost release the lasso but she could sense that the lasso was working on him. The lasso was vibrating in way that it had never done with anyone else as it got brighter and brighter, almost to her eyes overwhelming.

Unknown to Diana, the lasso was working harder then it ever had done as it was bringing the truth to the man, destroying the programming that make the Winter Soldier the Winter Soldier which included the trigger words. The lasso was more powerful then any type of brainwashing that anyone could come up with.

With every snap of the truth that replaced the lies that Hydra weaved to trap the P.O.W. in their grasp, all the Winter Soldier no James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes Jr. could do was scream as his identity/brain or lack of, was rewoven.

It felt like hours but it was less then a few minutes.

Snap, he remembered his childhood running around with Steve. The awe and responsibility he had felt when he gazed at his little sister Becca the first time.

Snap, he remembered being in the Red Room training and almost destroying the little girls he was brought in to make into Black Widows. One talented girl with red hair stood out from the rest.

Snap, he remembered Natalie, a fire in the cold dark that awakened his true self. He was always intrigued with redheads.

Snap, he was trying and failing to win a stuffed bear on Coney Island for his redheaded date whose name he couldn’t remember. After trying and losing three dollars, the redhead just laugh and rewarded him in other ways.

Snap, he remembered gazing in horror at the man who turned out to have a Red Skull. Creepy.

Snap, he was falling from the train, his arm bleeding in the snow.

Snap, he remembered the cold, the bitter cold.

Snap, he remembered cursing good naturally as he set up the camp for the Howling Commandos.

Snap, he remembered keeping an eye on his little sister Becca as boy tried and failed to flirt with her. It might have been because Bucky was glaring at him.

Snap, he was screaming again as the Nazi experimented on him.

Snap, he was staring at Steve in shock, how he get so big? He remembered how he felt like Steve when Peggy Carter came in with a stunning red dress.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap.

By this time Buck was bawling his eyes out. His head was ringing and he felt like he was completely sick to his stomach. Like the first time he got drunk, completely drunk and Steve just held a bucket under his chin so he wouldn’t drown.

Snap, he remembered saying good bye to Steve.

Snap, he remembered promising to Becca that even if he didn’t even come back, he’ll always watch out for her and help their mother.

Snap, the hug he was giving Becca who had grown so much, morphed into his killing so many people he couldn’t keep track.

Snap, he remembered joking around with Howard as they souped up the bikes for the Howling Commandos. Bucky feeling proud when Howard offered him a job after the war. He always loved science and technology.

Snap, he remembered Howard and Maria’s death by his hands.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap.

So many memories happy and horrifying flooded Bucky’s mind.

Then it stopped and an intense pain throughout his entire body replaced it, like he overworked his muscles and there was nothing to ease it. Bucky didn’t notice when his arm fell off to land with a large thump onto the pavement as he completely passed out.

Diana was shocked when a man answered her question a few seconds after the arm fell. “Which Steve are you looking for exactly?”

Diana didn’t twitch in annoyance but it was close. She really should have asked Victor Stone aka Cyborg and Barry Allen to put her near Steve Trevor not just Steve. She could be anywhere near a Steve.

There was a lot of men and women by that name.

But she answered him. “Steve Trevor.”

The large blonde man looked shocked while the black man and the redhead looked wary. People were gathering at this time so Diana said follow me and she easily carried the unconscious man as his companions follow her to a deserted area hard to get to.

There she gently laid down the broken man and looked up at the trio as they approached. She smiled as she knew that they would make it. She swept a lock of long hair off of the man’s face as she knelt by him.

By that time the lasso was back on her belt and she kept her hand near her sword. She almost didn’t come as Wonder Woman but Bruce pointed out that who knew where she’ll end up at.

“How do you know Steve Trevor?” Diana smiled at the redhead’s question.

But before Diana could answer the blonde man breathed. “You’re Diana? Uncle Trevor’s Diana?!” His awe and shock faded into fury. “What did you do to Bucky?”

“Your Bucky needs medical and magical healing. Where are the Asgardians?” She asked as she studied the trio up close.

Diana’s mind quickly making connections to the horrible drawing that Steve did. “You’re Natasha, Captain Rogers and I don’t know who you are.”

But before anyone could answer, Diana quickly blocked a bullet that was aiming to kill Steve’s uncle.

“I suggest we regroup someplace else.” Natasha said grimly as she shot back, nerves cool despite Diana’s continued blocking of the bullets. She casually tossed a comlink to the other woman as Natasha finally used the grenade launcher she had in her hand. They all escaped as the area was suddenly overcome with fire and smoke.

**

Loki tried to glare at his humming teacher Napi as he helped his mother Freya assemble some healing potions in her lab but honestly he was still running high from saving her from the Dark Elves. He still didn’t regret tricking his brother with his death. Thor was always too emotional. Loki snickered earning him a glare from his mother so he smirked back.

But his punishment which he expected that it was more of a teaching lesson was to learn all and his mother meant all the healing tricks that Napi could teach him.

He was suddenly whisked away from his mother and teacher to land on Earth. “Seriously?!”

Loki’s continuing rant faded at the glare the gorgeous demi-god gave him. “Please heal Captain Roger’s friend. Now.”

Loki inwardly sighed past his dry mouth but turned his attention to the unconscious man on the make shift hospital bed in someone’s living room. Oh goody him. Just what he wanted.

But as he studied the man, his curiosity was peaked. Now this was something worth his attention for a while at least. He might need his mother though.

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Chapter 9

As Natasha (and the others loyal to S.H.E.I.L.D.) worked her ‘magic’, took down Hydra and released everything on the internet, staring coolly at the men and women who destroyed so many lives, Steve Rogers was standing helplessly by staring at the closed guest door in the Stark mansion where they moved Bucky aka the Winter Soldier to once Loki and his mother deemed him good enough to move from Sam’s house by the bifrost surprisingly a very quiet trip unlike all the rest of the bifrost trips.

Diana was frowning at the closed door and turned towards Steve. If he was like her Steve, he needed something to do.

“Is there any family of Bucky still living?” Her soft question spurred Captain Rogers into action.

“Becca.” Steve Roger breathed a hopeful light in his eyes as he rushed out the door.

Diana felt the air move when he passed and distantly noted the motorcycle squealing tires as it roared to life speeding out of the mansion’s parking space which was located in New York but had enough space around it, at least six aches, to have some breathing space which was hard to do in New York.

She raised a eyebrow at the amused looking redhead called Natasha who was leaning against the far wall staring also at the closed door. Her wound was fixed up and her face gave away nothing as she explained to Diana.

“Rebecca ‘Becca’ Barnes Proctor is the reason with Trevor that succeeded in getting Tony to make his family’s mansion his own.” Natasha had a rare smile on her face as she explained to Diana how Becca would be able to help. Hopefully.

Diana kept her thoughts to herself on this Bucky and Natasha’s relationship. She suspected them to be close, but before Diana could ask, Natasha excused herself leaving for parts unknown. She had an urge to seek out her own little sister.

**

Unfortunately for Steve, Mrs. Proctor wasn’t at home in her residence in New York, a quiet home in the suburbs. Instead she was in her hometown of Shelbyville, Indiana visiting her grandchildren.
Steve now that S.H.E.I.L.D was not a option for him, asked Sam to help him get to Indiana.

Sam glanced at Steve as they drove down the highway to Shelbyville, Indiana. “Tell me why exactly we are driving,” he took a quick glance at his gps on his cell phone, “a little over ten hours to Indiana when we could be flying?”

Steve felt a slow smile light up his face. “Well first we need to keep off the Hydra radar even if we did take down the organization or at least most of it. We’ll be on clean up for a while. As for how I know Becca, she’s Bucky’s little sister. And still a great pain in my backside. Trevor helped well honestly it was Becca who helped Tony realize to let go of the bad memories of the past and keep the good memories.”

Year 2012 A few months after the ending of the Battle of New York

Stark Tower
Tony’s Lab

Tony Stark realized that JARVIS was calling his name, but in his defense, his mind was deep into a new Iron Man suit, maybe he could invent a shield around the Earth so nothing like the last battle would ever happen again?

“Sir, an older lady is insisting on speaking with you.” JARVIS informed Tony who realized he was very hungry, which would explain why his hands were shaking. Tony dropped the wench and stood up realizing he was in the same position for a few hours. Or he amended in his mind as he asked for the time, it was another overnight project, it was nearing eleven o’clock in the morning.

“Who is this old lady and why should I care?” Tony asked as he realized that he was out of bottled water in his mini-fridge and had to go to a real kitchen to get anything to eat.

“She claimed to know Steve Rogers, Captain America and is insisting on speaking with him. I and your staff had told her that she should go through another channel of communication and have provided her with say communication but she insisting on speaking with you.”

Tony at this point in time was making himself a quick PB and J sandwich. “Bring her up and tell me her name.”

He was chewing when JARVIS replied. “A Mrs. Rebecca Barnes Proctor. Her records indicate she is the younger sister of James “Bucky” Barnes, a old friend of Captain America.”

Tony let out a low whistle at the picture of Mrs. Proctor in her wedding dress. With her dark hair and blue eyes, she was quite a looker when she was younger. The older picture still had her graceful looks but in silver hair and a lot more wrinkles.

He glanced up from making his third sandwich as JARVIS announced the arrival of Mrs. Proctor who curiously enough, was talking quite forcefully with Pepper, who was to Tony’s eyes was getting quite frustrated.

The wiry 78 year old woman was dressed in a neat flowered white blouse and a blue skirt, the only jewelry she had on was her wedding ring and gold earrings. Her wooden cane looked heavy but not as heavy as her large blue leather purse bag. She sat down on one of the kitchen table wooden chairs and waited, setting her cane and purse to the side of her.

Pepper pull out the chair not containing Mrs. Proctor’s personal items, and sat down bushing a lock of her strawberry blonde hair away from her face. “Now Mrs. Proctor,” she started to say firmly.

But she was cut off by Mrs. Proctor whose gaze was riveted to Tony who was eating. It was slightly uncomfortable feeling. “I told you to call me Becca, Ms. Potts. I was in Shelbyville, Indiana visiting my grandchildren, when Sarah my daughter, came running out of the house saying something about attacking aliens and Captain America on the television. Thankfully I was already sitting down just after a commercial break then Steve Rogers appeared on the screen.” Becca started to make herself a PB and J sandwich snagging the butter-knife from were Tony stuck it into the peanut butter jar.

Becca looked at the grape jelly jar and asked “Do you have anything else? Raspberry jam would be nice or blueberry.” Tony wordlessly got up and fetched both. He had a feeling that Becca wouldn’t explain why she was there until she was done with her sandwich. Make that two sandwiches he amended when she started on a second.

After Becca had cut her sandwiches into neat little triangles, and finished swallowing the first raspberry and blueberry square, she fished out a document from her large purse and slammed it on the table. “Tell me why exactly you are requesting my grandson for your company.” It was a bundle of letters explaining that they wanted to hire Scott Proctor. There were at least three of them. All opened with the plane tickets included in them missing.

Tony frowned, he had requested Scott Proctor because he was made of the stuff that make Stark Technologies blossom. Scott was one of the ones he with JARVIS hunted for personally twice a year. It was quite a job, but Tony wanted to keep a hands on position in his company even if he had handed the day to day stuff to Pepper.

“I, myself recruited him because he’s brilliant. He’ll be a good asset to the company.” Another bundle of papers, more gently then the first was placed on top of the other letters. Tony studied this handwritten document, or as handwritten as 1940’s job placement applications went. Tony recognized his father’s script immediately, and then it clicked when he studied the job seeker’s signature. “My dad was going to hire your brother? Wait, I thought you wanted to talk about Capsicle.”

Becca gave him a annoyed look. “That was rude about Steve. This is the Steve I remember and my grandson will work for you if you do me a little tiny favor.”

Tony wasn’t listening but studying the old faded photograph of a very young Steve Rogers, he assumed was Becca and her brother James “Bucky” Barnes. Steve Rogers was a tiny thing, but he was grinning ear to ear with a blooming black eye. His friend looked worst off. Becca’s dress was slightly torn, but she too was grinning cheerfully.

“What happened?” Becca told Tony what happened. Long story short, she was being bullied on the way home and Steve and her brother defended her. It was one of the first fights that Steve didn’t get his ass completely handed to him so Becca insisted on a photograph. She was nine at the time.

Tony was realizing that he might have to apologize to Steve, not all of his powers came out of a bottle. Maybe or not.

“So about that favor.” Becca probed.

“What?” Tony asked blinking at the old lady as he snagged a piece of her food.

“I said Scott can work for you if I get to tour all of the Stark Mansion. Do you know how many times I wanted to sneak in when I was younger?” Becca said rubbing her hands together in glee, blue eyes bright with hope.

Tony felt cold. He hadn’t gone back there since his parents died. He should have sold the place instead of just locking it up and getting JARVIS to hire cleaning people once a year.

“I could let Pepper walk you through it.” Tony started to say but Becca knocked that idea out of the park.

“Nope. You. Your dad never let me in, but your mom was nice enough to come out and explain why I couldn’t come in when I showed up a few times a year after I got married and I explained why I was hanging out around their gate. She made me some awesome cookies. I wonder if the recipe is still there. She told me that I could come visit once Howard got Steve Rogers back since I had proof that I was friends with him when he was little. I guess that Howard just wanted embarrassing baby stories or something and I intend to collect on that promise now that Steve Rogers is around. That and your mom helped me with some funds to move to my hometown after I told her I was moving. She claimed it was a token of what Bucky would of earned or at least that what she told me in her letter when I got married. She was a sweet lady.”

Tom didn’t speak for a time because Becca’s memory of his mom’s homemade cookies let in a flood of good memories of his parents brief as they were. “JARVIS get the mansion ready for visitors. We’ll going over.” Tony mentally added, ‘this way I can purge my memories for real and possible toss the house to someone who might use it.’

Tony held back an eye-roll as Becca squealed loudly as she was driving to the Stark Mansion by Tony Stark himself as her grandson started the paperwork to work for Stark Industries. The 78-year-old woman was practically bouncing in her seat she was so excited.

Oh, Becca knew it wouldn’t be like it was back in heyday of the Starks, but to even step inside the massive grounds and explore. Oh so exciting. Honestly she could have done so when the place was open to the public once or twice a year but she wanted to keep Maria’s promise, even if it was hopeless at times and seriously she couldn’t go without her brother and Steve. Now that at least Steve was around maybe they can go.

“This place is huge!” Becca exclaimed as it took over seven minutes to drive up the driveway from the secured gate, the whole property was lined with stone walls, huge lawns and trees lining the drive.

“My father bought the surrounding blocks so he’ll have some resemblance of peace and quiet. I think he put in a golf course or something. All I know it’s in the shape of a trapezoid for some strange reason.” Tony parked right next to the front door, mentally steeled himself and unlocked the door. Becca tapped him aside and went into the mansion squealing like she was in Paradise. Then Becca said something that made Tony laugh.

“Who in world decided that dark wood paneling was the best? Oh we need more light in here.”

“That’s why my mom said when dad put the paneling up.” Tony said as JARVIS flicked on all the mansion lights as he follow Becca as she went into the living room.

Becca turned to him as she flicked the drapes open in the living room flooding the room with desperately needed light. “So what did you mom want? Did you have any say in it?”

“I was already at school and she wanted a different lighter feel, not so closed in.” Tony remembered how his mother would grumble out of earshot of Howard of how the bedroom or the bathroom would look better like this or that.

“Ok then change it. That’s what I did when I moved in my new house in Shelbyville. For some reason the former owners painted a bedroom with dark red and when the light hit it just right, it turned the walls pink. Ugh. And don’t let me get started on the downstairs wallpaper.”

Tony followed Becca as she moved from room to room asking questions and commenting on Tony’s comments about the place. At one point Becca had to use the bathroom.

“Did you get all that?” Tony ask JARVIS who was keeping the rooms all lit.

“If you mean Becca Proctor has better taste then your father ever did? Then yes. I’ve been taking down a list of the suggestions that you like so you can hire someone to redo the mansion as you and your mother pleased. After all Sir, as she had pointed out many times throughout this tour, this is your house now. Not Howard’s. She did mention her children had redone some of her old house as well. She even admitted it looked better and more homey.”

“Quite right JARVIS. After all new memories can be made of old spaces. Like the one we made right here today.” Becca patted Tony on his head, which was strange since she was not as tall as him.

“Now just give me Steve’s phone number and address so I can rip him a new one and I’ll be on my way.”

Tony did not do that, but he did drop her off after seeing if Capsicle, that is if Steve was in.

A few weeks later Steve stormed onto the Stark Mansion property dodging all the workmen and equipment. Tony had just taken a bite of his sandwich and couldn’t speak as Captain America tried to speak and just kept closing his mouth.

Trevor was twitching a smile as he followed his ‘nephew’ to the Stark Mansion. He had help Tony, James Rhodey, Happy Hogan and Steve as Tony had teared down all the interior walls of the mansion in case if ‘dear old dad’ had any secrets hidden in the walls or anywhere else.

It was quite a bonding experience. Tony got more insight into Steve drawing abilities as he got roped into drawing a few mock ups of what Tony wanted for the mansion. He wasn’t too pleased about the bonding Rhodey and Happy had going on. Who had worst stories about Tony was a bit grading after a while.

Trevor helped himself to a sandwich as he watch his ‘nephew’ try to speak and just kept failing. “You know,” Trevor began to get Steve off of the hook, “we just watched the Titanic after you suggested it when Steve didn’t know what Becca meant by finally letting him draw her like one of your French girls.”

Tony just laughed and laughed.

And that is how Becca came into the Stark Mansion asking again when Steve would draw her yet. Much to Steve’s embarrassment and Sam’s amusement.

**

Natasha just wanted to get some sleep, but between taking down S.H.E.I.L.D aka HYDRA and helping her ‘first family’ take down the Red Room and freeing the Taskmaster, she couldn’t because her little sister Yelena Belova had showed up at her apartment and just started to hang out with her. She had missed her big sister

She was slowly falling asleep on her couch when Yelena stuck a pan of homemade mac’ and cheese in her face. “You know Becca has wonderful ideas for food. You should take up on her offer to teach you to cook. She’s quite good.”

Natasha took a bite of the noodles and cheese, nodding to show that it was quite delirious and turned over on the couch pulling the quilt with her, closing her eyes, hoping that Yelena would take a hint.

Becca Barnes had walked into the mansion with Steve Rogers who made a beeline to Bucky’s room, since he was gone almost a full three weeks. Becca refused to leave until she had told the family the whole situration, had a question and answer session and got ideas on how to help her brother. Also she needed to pack and attend a birthday party for a grandchild the following week.

Between trying to get Becca to get going, glaring at the amused Sam, who left after a while since he promised to give Steve updates on Bucky, and avoiding all the adoring grandchildren and their friends who kept following him around. He mostly gave them drawings that they demanded. He forgot how the Barnes family could be. He hadn’t drawn so much in years, but Steve was secretly delighted, even after a while his hand started to become numb. Then the ten hour trip took three days because Becca wanted to sight see or Steve privately wondered if she was stalling. She was, but mostly because of nerves.

Becca walked in slowly in the mansion feeling more nervous since she didn’t know if her brother would recognize her. Loki and his mother were doing the best they could but it was mostly up the James, her brother. Apparently he was reliving his life backwards and sometimes jumbled so it was a rough couple of days the last two weeks.

Yelena walked right up to her and demanded her take a taste of this food. Natasha gave the introductions between Yelena and Becca or at least in Yelena’s case. “Mrs. Proctor this is my sister Yelena.”

Becca took one look at the food that Yelena offered, wriggling her nose. “That is not proper mac’ and cheese. Don’t tell me that you got it out of a box. I can help make you better mac’ and cheese.”

They were starting to grade multiple kinds of cheese when Steve came in slightly desperate. “Becca he’s starting to sing.”

Becca paused from helping drain the pasta at Steve’s voice. “That song. The one he learned and just couldn’t stop singing.”

Becca slammed the drainer down and walked away muttering. “Thank you so much daddy dearest for sending James to spend his summers at military camp.”

Natasha and Yelena exchanged glances, shut off the stove and followed.

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Chapter 10

Steve Trevor had a headache that was pounding, either from stress or lack of food. That’s why he went by the back door of the Stark Mansion, he knew that the kitchen kept some strong pain medication there. He noticed that the pot on the stove was going to boil over so he turned off the stove, got his meds and finished the mac and cheese in the silent, almost calm and peaceful kitchen. Clearly he was more hungry then he thought as he ate most of the pan. Becca’s recipe was almost as good as his mom’s was.

He snagged a chilled bottle of water from the fridge as he walked towards the raised voices he hear near Bucky’s recovery room too concerned to nap which considering the month he had helping everyone take down HYDRA. He still hadn’t seen Diana but he had talked to her over the phone. His pulse quickened at the thought of seeing her seeing him, the real him again.

Stealthy Trevor came and leaned against the wall as he watched Steve and Tony arguing, voices slowly rising more, sipping his water slowly, he turned his head towards Bucky’s room, he thought he recognized that song. Mademoiselle from Armentieres, he believe it was called, his eyebrows rising as he listened to the lyrics. Those were not the lyrics he learned.

“That song was respected once. When did it get twisted so badly?!” Trevor exclaimed loudly enough to distract his nephew and Tony from whatever they were arguing about.

Steve looked up at the sound of his ‘uncle’s voice and had to grin despite the cold look in Tony’s eyes. “War of course. You probably had some songs that were respectable in your age but the boys overseas needed a little entertainment.”

“Don’t remind me.” Trevor grimaced at some of the lyrics that were invented back in his day. “What’s going on?”

Tony turned and glared at Uncle Trevor as Tony liked to call him or the other fossil. He flipped the closed door off as he spat out bitterly. “That man in there killed my parents. Steve didn’t bother to even tell me over the past month. I only knew because I went in to see how it all was going and that murderer just cried and muttered something about how sorry he was over and over.” He didn’t mention that the scene of his parents death and his dad’s friendship seemed to overlap in the room. He had to get out of the room before he broke something. In fact, Tony had his watch gantlet up and ready to fire at Steve before anyone could do anything. “Give me a reason not to fire this in your perfect teeth, friend.”

But before Steve even could speak, Diana’s whip tightly wrapped around the captain and Steve blurted out the truth, “I know I hurt you, Tony. I guess I thought by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but I can see now that I was really sparing myself, and I'm sorry. I’ve been on my own besides Bucky since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere, even in the army. My faith's in people, I guess. Individuals. And I'm happy to say that, for the most part, they haven't let me down. Which is why I can't let them down either. But I did by hiding your parents murderer from you. I think I hid what learned because I didn’t want to let you down and I did. I’m sorry. I”

Steve was interrupted by a slow clapping sound by Loki who looked completely exhausted as he leaned on the door to where his mother and Napi were still monitoring the now sleeping man. “Oh such drama. If you want to go in and kill Barnes, he wouldn’t mind. In fact, he’ll welcome it. Gladly. At the moment I wouldn’t go in because he’s too busy puking up his guts for the thousands time or he was when I left a few minute earlier.”

Before anyone could say or do anything, the door opened again and the Queen of Asgard took her son’s arm. “Time to go home.” She nodded political to the still frozen group of people and exchanged a smile with Diana who was winding up her lasso. Napi went with them. He was curious about Asgard.

Tony grind his teeth so hard that they squeaked, but lowered his watch gantlet when Trevor’s eyes locked onto Diana. He found himself trying to sneak out of the room as Diana and Trevor melted together in a very passionate embrace, one that, yep even had Captain Perfect’s face glow bright red when Tony realized that Steve was right behind him, breathing heavily in either embarrassment or something else and also wanted to get the heck out of there. The tabloids would have a field day with that picture.

Tony and Steve’s friendship never totally recovered from that but they did apologize or at least Steve did enough that they could still have a good working relationship.

A few weeks later. ‘This is how the world goes to pieces. Literally.’ Trevor thought as he helped the civilizes of Sokovia get to safety during the fight between Ultron, Diana and the Avengers. He blinked and suddenly he was on a S.H.I.E.L.D. ‘lifeboat’ as a red blur and a silver blur races to save as many people as they could. The red blur was Barry Allen.

The Flash had ran so fast in his race against Superman. he landed in another reality all together. He arrived in time to save a fellow speedster from death. At the moment he and Pietro were trying to save as many people as they could. Barry was slightly faster then Pietro and he kept an eye on his fellow speedster so he could learn how to move faster. Barry didn’t want anyone else to die. He didn’t exactly understand what was happening but if he could save at least one person then it’ll be worth it.

Trevor’s relief was felt when Ultron was finally destroyed and he dozed on Diana, not caring who saw.

“I’m sorry Tony. I wish you didn’t feel like you had to build something to protect earth from unworldly threats, but I’m glad that we got Vision out of it. What did Wanda show you that scared you so badly that you made Ultron?” Steve asked quietly to distract himself from his jealously of his Uncle Trevor’s relationship with Diana as they sat across from them. He missed Peggy so much.

“Destruction. If you thought Loki was bad, then this Thanos that he had talked about is worse. I don’t want our planet to fall.” Tony and Steve somehow got back into a semi-personal relationship but they were never as close as they were.
“Wanda showed me that don’t know what to do without being a soldier. Ugh honestly you too?”

Tony had to laugh at the look on Steve’s face when he caught sight of Barnes and Nat making out in a quiet corner. Apparently they did know each other back in the day and now were as thick as thieves. Steve was happy for Bucky but was annoyed at rubbing it in his face at almost every change he could get.

“You know you could always be kissey face with Sharon.” Tony had to tease Steve as he looked a little green as he finally put two and two together that his only romantic relationships were with Carter women a few weeks back. Steve was just glad that Tony could joke with him again.

***

Steve grinned as Okoye fell silent at the other unexpected people who came off the jet. When Uncle Trevor left with Diana to go to his universe by the Barry Allen express after the events of Sokovia, he told Steve that he ever needed help with this Thanos character, drop him a line.

Thanos didn’t have a chance to destroy Thor’s people as he was beaten to retreat by the arrival of some of the Justice League as the other members had landed on Earth.

With this unexpected help, the war against Thanos went very differently. Or as Doctor Strange somehow found himself with Dr. Fate’s helmet when it came to him, life became a little more tricky.

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/education/tutorials/intro/trench/songs
https://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/mademoisellefromarmentieres.htm

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Bonus Chapter

Diana was not impressed by this version of “Zeus,” in fact he was down right, when Zeus tore off Thor’s clothes, un father like. Diana’s eyes narrowed as her so-called father kept talking. He clearly didn’t recognize her since it seemed that this Zeus didn’t father a child with the Amazon Queen.

When he started to play around with his ‘thunderbolt’ Diana had enough and at the second time he threw it up in the air she guided to her hand, landing in a crouch next to Thor who muttered, “what took you so long?”

Diana didn’t reply but stood as her father tried and failed to get thunderbolt back from her, or in reality, little Zeus Rogers Trevor who grabbed it giggling and started to use it as a teething ring. Having his father getting blood from his one remaining blood relative Steve Rogers probably helped in that part.

Zeus was staring at her or rather her son who was surprisingly helpful in the fight, whacking anyone with his grandfather’s thunderbolt when anyone tried to grab it or who came near Diana and saving Kurg’s life in the process.

When all their enemies were defeated and they were speeding away on the goat cart, little Zeus threw the thunderbolt back to his grandfather, a little thunderbolt in his fists. Thankfully he didn’t realize he killed his ‘grandfather.’ Diana just sighed and prayed that she’ll see the last of that side of her family. Little did she know that Hercules was around.

Or when the thunderbolt came towards Zeus, the dots clicked in his head and he fainted at the thought of a grandchild.