Wonder's Thunder ϟ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 | 1

۩ - Chapter 6

All eyes snapped up to Diana, which almost made her cry tears of awkwardness, though that wouldn't be very fitting considering she was the second oldest person in the room,  a grown woman and a goddess.

This was most likely going to end in her compromising most of her morals and lying to a bunch of people.

"Who are you?" The blonde wearing the uniform that Diana recognised as a version of Captain America's rolling her eyes, she grabbed the dog tags in an anxious man.

Diana instantly replied, showing the dog tags, but covering the first name of Steve Trevor, "Captain Bellona." Steve sat up a little straighter, the military was once his home, making him instantly respect the woman.

"What, no last name?" Asked Tony 'the smartass' Stark inquired.

"If you must, Captain Bellona Trevor, United States Military, but just call me Bellona."

"Bellona? Like the Greek goddess of war?" Bruce Banner asked curiously, mythological characters were indefinitely not his strong suit

"Roman." Two voices corrected at once, causing Diana to lock eyes with the other god in the room.

"Bellona's closest counterpart in Greece would either be Athena or Ares." She smiled, kind of annoyed but also completely fine with that kind of mistake. Thor eyed her confusedly, as if he recognised her from somewhere, Natasha and Bruce gave sympathetic gazes as she was feeling awkward, knowing the feeling of being interrogated, while Tony stared like she was a piece of meat.

Natasha stood up, walking over to the brunette, "You probably got the wrong room, huh?"

"Yeah, I get lost a lot, so it's pretty understandable. Sorry for interrupting whatever the hell is happening in here." Diana told them all, worried her exterior as Bellona Trevor would crack, or the fact that she was naturally a terrible liar would cause them to suspect her.

"I'll find someone to take you to the right room." Natasha announced, causing Bellona to utter a thank you.

The Norse god of thunder stared at the woman claiming to be Bellona, oh how similar she appeared to the woman that appeared in his dream, Diana, his mother had named her. This woman just seemed so similar to the Amazonian princess, except she appeared more like the average mortal would, still holding the grace of an ethereal beauty, just more down to earth, like the other Midgardians.

Stepping out of the Hallway, Natasha grabbed Coulson's arm, pulling him into the room and explaining that he would take her to the briefing point, "Sorry again." Diana stated before leaving with Phil Coulson slightly in front of her, to try and act like he was guiding her.

Once they reached a safe distance, or at least the Quinjet deck, Phil and Diana stopped walking, "Thanks for getting me out of that," The woman said, brown eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Yeah, you needed it." The man replied with a laugh before he started to stare at the dog tags hanging around her neck.

"Coulson, my eyes are up here." Diana stated, knowing that he wasn't actually staring at her chest.

"Sorry, not sorry, are those Captain Steve Trevor, the hero of the first world war's dog tags?" Coulson asked curiously, showing the side of him that was a complete history dork.

"The same ones he wore himself." She smiled sadly, knowing the tears building up in her eyes would be worthless, and that he wouldn't want her to still be crying over him ninety-four years later, "I still have his watch."

"I'll see you later," He told her as she began to walk to the edge, turning around, she waved and gave a smile, closing her eyes and spreading her arms like she was T posing, and let herself free fall.

Zoom! The wind roared in her ears as she began to angle her body so that there wasn't as much resistance for an easier fall, when suddenly there was a flash of red... Bang! Came the sound as the drag completely stopped and Diana hovered in the air, staring at whoever was in front of her. 

Their suit looked similar to Kara's except rather more designed for a man. Oh yeah, it was a second of trying to recall a fact, rather this was Kara's younger-older, it's kind of complicated cousin! "Clark?"

The hero suddenly realised Diana was there, "Do I know you?"

Diana smirked, understanding the reason for the Metropolitan hero's obvious confusion, "I'm friends with Kara. Bye," She smiled, the air ceasing to support her weight anymore as she plummeted towards the earth once more.

Once upon the ground, she disappeared in the crowds of New Yorkers until she eventually made it home, Diana placed the necklace back into the jewellery box she had gotten many years ago and ditched the jacket and her shoes.

Laying down on her bed, maybe she should have a friend over, the apartment is clean enough, Diana thought to herself, scrolling through her contacts, narrowing down the list. Unfortunately, all of her current friends didn't live in New York or were busy and it'd be rude to take them from their own cities, and suddenly, it was like a light bulb appeared over her head, Hallie.

As sad as it was to invite an assistant over because none of your friends would be able to make it, at least it helped make friends and increase trust. Hallie and Diana never were really friends, more like acquaintances, or apprentice - master.

It was really quite upsetting how they didn't talk that much, or even consider themselves friends until about two days ago. From what they had seen of the other so far was that their personalities and were so alike and different at the same time.