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Diana was shuffling uncomfortably, almost embarrassed. She never was good with valentines day, and now with Steve as a special someone, well. She was even worse. Keeping her head low, the infected woman held out a hand carved wooden box, in the shape of a flower bulb, just round with petals. Inside it, was fresh strawberries, all cut into shapes of hearts, and some chocolates in the center. "Happy Valentines day, Steve."

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He beamed at her and reached out for her gift only after he had handed her his own box. It was messily wrapped, as if he had little to no clue to what he was doing but had wanted to make the attempt despite the fact. 

"Happy Valentine’s day to you too, girlie." he laughed. 

A part of him was anxious to see her unwrap the gift as it was something he had picked out for her on a journey, a set of riding gloves and cloak to keep her warm and hidden amongst the snowy treeline for the next few months. 

"You don’t have to be careful." he urged. "I promise it’s nothing either of us would break." 

She glanced up at the ginger a moment, before deciding to outright rip the gift open. After all, he wanted her to open it quick. And ooooh, what a gift she found. Her eyes lit up and she looked in shock for a moment. Such nice things, compared to her own… A new set of gloves, to replace her old ones that were fraying and ripped. A brand new warm cloak to survive the winter better than her makeshift stitched ones.

Almost bouncing in place, she giggled and pulled off the old gloves, tucking those into one of the many pockets she had. And pulled on the new ones. A perfect fit. And then pulled the cloak onto her empty shoulders, turning left, then right, enjoying how well it swayed with her movements.

"I love these, Steve! Thank you so much!"

Diana was shuffling uncomfortably, almost embarrassed. She never was good with valentines day, and now with Steve as a special someone, well. She was even worse. Keeping her head low, the infected woman held out a hand carved wooden box, in the shape of a flower bulb, just round with petals. Inside it, was fresh strawberries, all cut into shapes of hearts, and some chocolates in the center. "Happy Valentines day, Steve."

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He beamed at her and reached out for her gift only after he had handed her his own box. It was messily wrapped, as if he had little to no clue to what he was doing but had wanted to make the attempt despite the fact. 

"Happy Valentine’s day to you too, girlie." he laughed. 

The BOW perked the eyebrow above her eyepatch, gazing down at the messily wrapped gift. She looked back up at him, and gave a sweet smile. “Heehee. Thank you.” Without another moments hesitation, she began to carefully unwrap it, eager to find out what was inside.

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From the corner of his eye Wesker spotted the young female that seemed to be gazing at him. As far as he could tell she did not look familiar, nor did she sport the attire of his employees.

"State your name." The man requested, deadpan.

Diana had been patrolling what was supposed to be an Umbrella facility, expecting it to give some clues, or have a chance to ruin their entire day—

Except she rounded a corner and spotted the one man that put fear into her very soul.

Albert Wesker. And he had seen her, too.

The female tensed up, the bone helmet on her head that was currently closed doing nothing to hide the shock and fright in the exposed blue eye.

Nope, she didn’t state her name at all, and instead moved backwards very slowly. Head shaking no.

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Steve smiled and nodded curtly, squeezing her tightly to him again. 

"And this is where I ask you for something else too." he breathed against her ear. "I was wondering if maybe you would come with me sometimes." 

He knew his voice shook when he asked. He knew it trembled more than he meant it to. There was no helping it.

"I mean I’ll get it if you don’t want to but I was sort of hoping you would come with me. Maybe." 

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his messy bangs, smiling at her and patting her gently on the back. 

"Not yet though. I don’t want to leave here yet. Maybe tomorrow? What d’ya say?" 

The tight squeeze was very reassuring, and in return, Diana clutched the ginger closer, deciding she could completely lean against him. Suddenly realizing just how exhausted her worry and paranoia has made her. Now that it’s all ebbed away.

Wait.

Steve wanted Diana to go with him.

As in, on missions. Admittedly, Darck does have her do things… But she wasn’t exactly officially on the team.

The shorter female managed to shift just slightly, and have that one exposed blue eye gazing up at Steve in contemplation. He damn well better not want to leave anywhere yet.

Slowly, she decided to give it a try. And it would make sure that Steve did not go missing again, at least, if Diana could help it.

"All right. Yeah, I’ll go with you. I’ll try at least. I don’t really… Have a uniform, but I’ll go with you."

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"I’m a hell of a lot stronger than you give me credit for." he snickered, picking her up and holding her tight to his chest. "Now quit thinking I’m never gonna come home again." 

Sitting on the edge of the bed with her in his lap he planted paper thin kisses along the side of her face and it felt so foreign and strange. Even holding her close felt off and yet it seemed like the only thing he had going for him. Her having supported him no matter what he decided to do seemed like the only win he had ever made and it only made him hold her tighter in attempts to continue to repress the desperate shaking that had continued in his hands. 

"I think I’m gonna be around more." he explained. "And when I’m not here. I’ll be with Darck. I’ve missed a lot of work chasing things." 

Feeling his voice start to shake he planted another set of timid kisses along her face and avoided her eyes each time he did so. 

"Understand?" 

Upon being picked up, Diana had to flinch. Having not expected it nor used to it. It had been a very long time. But she was not complaining at all, her arms around him in a tight hold. Only to loosen and relax when sitting in Steve’s lap comfortably.

Quickly, the BOW subject began to relax, now longer paranoid that the red head would get up and walk out that door to be gone for who knows how long. She may have patience, and fully be prepared for the worst… But that doesn’t mean she wanted to. Not at all. And the more of those gentle touches and little feather soft kisses he placed, the more obvious that became to herself.

That shaking made Diana frown a moment. He’d been shaking for a bit now, and it wasn’t the col.d But, she didn’t say anything about it, thinking that may be for the best. So all she did was nod in understanding.

"Mhm. I got it. I’m just glad you’re safe."

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Diana’s entire face turned a bright pink in color. Proceeding to sputter and tumble over her own words. Having trouble making a coherent sentence.

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Shaking his head he sighed deeply and moved to wrap an arm around her, resting his head atop of hers. 

"It’ll be okay. It wasn’t okay for a while, so I wasn’t any where but there for a while, but it’s okay now." he nodded, trying to assure himself despite the slight tremble in his hands. 

"I’m sure you made his life fantastic." 

The words put a smile on his face and made his fingers tremble more before he held her tightly in his arms and buried his still freezing face in her hair. 

"You think so?" he laughed softly, shakily. "I hope I did. I was such a brat with him. We fought too much… maybe." 

His hands fiddled idly with her hair, with patting her back. It was as if he was unsure of most actions and was just glad to be holding someone, especially her. 

"No. I don’t think so." he mused. "He cared, that’s why. He was just protecting me…" 

Though he seemed so sure of his sentiments and musings, his voice kept trailing off into useless mumbles before he was silent for several minutes and leaning against Diana, still smiling into her hair. 

"I missed you." 

Being able to feel the contact of another person was fantastic. She hadn’t been able to give or receive hugs for a long time. Both of her arms lifted and wrapped around the ginger, fingers curling against his back softly as she nuzzled against his collar bone. Trying to make him feel comfortable, as well as share her body heat. Steve always was weak to the cold and preferred to stay warm.

Diana released a heavy breath, as if trying to convince herself that he really was there. And be as comforting as she could right now. It’s what he needed.

"I’m more than sure. I know so. He was so protective of you. And the way he spoke and looked at you… It was obvious."

Those arms tightened around Steve a bit, just allowing him to clutch and cling to her. As long as needed.

A soft smile spread on her face hearing those words, ‘I missed you’. Now that was the single most amazing thing she could have heard in that moment.

"I missed you too. So much. I got scared that… Nevermind. Just… Welcome home, Steve. Welcome home."

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Steve let her tug him up the final steps and into the house, making sure he closed the heavy doors behind them as they went. It was significantly warmer again and he sighed, as they made their way through the foyer. 

A heavy anxiety had settled in his stomach again and he had been sure that it would be easy to tell her this once he had come to terms with it but then again he wasn’t really sure if his copious convincing that he was fine wasn’t really coming to terms with anything. 

And as they ascended stair cases and wandered through hallways he thought more on it and wondered why he even needed to tell her and then it occurred to him that maybe there didn’t need to be a reason and that just telling her was some sort of need-to-do task embedded within him. 

"Diana," he started, closing the door behind him when she had pulled him into his guest room, "I went back to New York while I was gone." 

Feeling his hands start to tremble, he let go of hers and went to the window to stare out at the snow covered forest. 

"And I don’t think I’m gonna go back. Ever." he did his best to keep his voice steady and glanced over his shoulder at her for the slightest of seconds before looking back out the window. "He’s dead, Diana."

Diana had been fretting away for months  since Steve vanished. Sure, she was used to getting left alone, but she’d gotten so profoundly attached to him, that it hurt for him to be away so long. That fear eating in the back of her head, that he may not have come back. That he had gotten hurt, or worse… So much worse.

Ignoring all those thoughts, the BOW led him through her home, through the corridors and passing many rooms. It was much warmer in here than it had been last winter. Diana had been working to insulate it better, and make it more homey, a bit more modern… With a little help of course… Just for Steve in case he came back. And he had.

When they arrived at his room, she had fully planned on trying to make him feel welcomed, but instead the ginger wandered over to the window… Now was when she became concerned. She’d felt his shaking hand, just for a moment, before he walked away. She frowned, one blue eyes staring at his back, listening— Oh.

Oh…

That answered that… Nicholai. As much as that man hated her existence, and had attempted to kill her, Steve still was fond of him… and now he was… Well…

A soft sigh came from the shorter female, and she walked over towards him, one hand reaching up and softly resting on his shoulder. She had no idea what to say, or how to comfort him… May as well make an attempt.

"I’m… Sorry… I know how much he cared about you, and how much you cared about him… I’m sure you made his life fantastic."

Wrapping his coat tightly around his shivering shoulders, Steve strode up the front steps of the secluded home. "Diana?" he called, hoping she was holed up safely inside for the winter.

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Diana had indeed been home. And for this winter in particular she had thickened the walls, made sure insulation was twice as heavy. As it was an intense cold. and the heat was cranked up. Diana had done some repairs on the entire building, looking more livable than it had before.

And hearing the ginger’s voice made the young woman come tearing down the stair case, thunking a bit at the bottom when she fell, almost crashing into the door. But, the dark haired female managed to catch herself, and instead swing open the door, wearing an over sized sweat shirt, her hair out of the pony tail, and pajama pants. but her face was beaming, grinning ear to ear. That one visible eye full of delight.

"Steve!"

After having traveled nearly all over America since the early summertime months Steve couldn’t have felt more welcomed back when she bolted out the enormous oak doors to greet him. 

Steve chuckled quietly and hopped up the last few steps to pull her in close to his chest, sighing softly when he realized just how much warmer she was compared to the weather he had been dealing with for the past hour or so. 

"I’ve missed you." he whispered. "I’ve got so much to tell you." 

Being pulled into that tight hug was the best action that Diana could have hoped for in that moment. Without hesitation, she wrapped both arms around Steve, hugging him tightly. And trying to share as much of her body heat with him as possible. After all, Steve did have a thing about the cold.

How long had she been worried about him… Far too long, so many months had gone by without even a single word. Not even Darck, his adoptive mother, had been able to tell her anything. But now, every worry and weight was lifted in an instant. No longer feeling heavy or burdened by fear that maybe, he wouldn’t have come back. Like everyone else.

"I missed you too, Steve. So much. Come on, let’s get you inside and warm. Then you can tell me everything, okay?" Her head turned upwards, giving the ginger that oh so kind and innocent smile she was known for. And, gently, began to move backwards, tugging him along to get him out of the cold.

Wrapping his coat tightly around his shivering shoulders, Steve strode up the front steps of the secluded home. "Diana?" he called, hoping she was holed up safely inside for the winter.

Diana had indeed been home. And for this winter in particular she had thickened the walls, made sure insulation was twice as heavy. As it was an intense cold. and the heat was cranked up. Diana had done some repairs on the entire building, looking more livable than it had before.

And hearing the ginger’s voice made the young woman come tearing down the stair case, thunking a bit at the bottom when she fell, almost crashing into the door. But, the dark haired female managed to catch herself, and instead swing open the door, wearing an over sized sweat shirt, her hair out of the pony tail, and pajama pants. but her face was beaming, grinning ear to ear. That one visible eye full of delight.

"Steve!"

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Self-awareness was important to Piers. It was something he’d picked up over the years, analysing his actions and reactions and trying to figure out why he’d done something, or why he hadn’t. Some people called it reflection, others called it hindsight, but it all amounted to much the same thing, didn’t it? It was how people learned from their mistakes and what prevented them from repeating the things that got them into trouble. It was a good catalyst for change.

Chuckling at her stomach growling, Piers gestured up ahead of them to the greengrocer he’d mentioned. It wasn’t a big place, far from being one of the big, corporate chains that appeared to be taking over. “Friends get each other food, yeah,” he repeated, grinning. “Food is something that we all have in common, isn’t it? Okay, so we might not like the same things but we all have to eat. Let us break bread together.” 

Piers wasn’t religious in the least, but the phrase popped into his mind, learned a long time ago, probably from his mother who was a church goer. It seemed appropriate; he and Diana were sharing much more than just food. They had opened up to each other a little, spoken of thoughts and opinions that wouldn’t normally come up in conversation. It was liberating, in a way, to be so open with someone because she didn’t really know him. She didn’t know who he was or what he did and so didn’t come with pre-conceived ideas about him. Most people he spoke to on a daily basis knew that he was a soldier and many of them were in the same occupation as he.

The bell above the door jangled when Piers opened it for Diana to enter. A neat little throwback to a bygone era. The whole place was quaint, like taking a step back in time to a day before mass production and undercutting the competition with cheap, knock-off brands. It smelled good too. Fresh fruit and vegetables loaned the air a sweet aroma, with a hint of spices in the background. “We should be able to get everything we need here.”

'Let us break bread' sounded like a strange term… Diana had never heard it before. And yet she understood what it meant. It was kinda cool really. Maybe she would keep that remembered for another time. So far, she had learned quite a bit from Piers, in such a short amount of time! It seemed like a good trade off, really. Him teaching her and vice versa. Certainly, this friendship would last!

As they entered this new location, it was the scent that Diana noticed first. It was fresh, almost like spring, or a garden. Mixing with hundreds of other aroma’s of different plants and objects. Vegetables, fruits, drinks, knickknacks. The list went on. This was the kind of place that Diana would no doubt frequent if she lived in the city or was a normal person.

Quickly, she grabbed one of those plastic baskets next to the door, and bolted off to the produce section, constantly looking back to make sure Piers was not far behind. “Everything we need and more!” She was giddy as can be. Grabbing up fruits and placing them in first. A couple oranges, some apples, strawberries and grapes. With dragon-fruit, pomegranate, and a few mango’s. One thing was certainly for sure: This woman loved her fruits.

Here, she paused, reminding to pace herself. They did have a trip ahead, to get the supplies back home. But that didn’t mean go wild. she didn’t want to be rude. “Is there anything you want to get, Piers? Sorry, I’m a little over excited to be in here.” A nervous laugh followed those words, with the smaller female rubbing the back of her neck.

Another reason she suddenly felt so nervous, was her garb. The way she was dressed was drawing attention and making people stare.