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Partners
Prompt: Hello my love!! Could you do a Steve Trevor Imagine where the reader is an Amazon warrior and when she goes to the real world steve calls her “her partner”. So one day when she first sees a baby she was like “where can u purchase one” and Steve tell her that it’s something you have to do with your partner. So the reader asks him when will they have a baby?? I don’t know if you understand it but it’s okay if u dont wanna do it❤️
AN: This was so much fun to write!!!!!!!!
Fandom: DC
Man’s World was a funny place. It had changed greatly since you had last seen it. There were roaring machines and funny clothing, and it was so utterly different from what you remembered as a child. It was fascinating.
“If you keep stopping to stare, you’re going to get run over.”
You smile at Steve Trevor, and he gives small smile back before motioning with his head. You jog lightly to catch up, and fall into step beside him. “It’s changed so much.”
His voice is soft, “When’s the last time you were here?”
You smile, “I was a girl, no older than six. My mother had just fought for our freedom from our oppressors.” He gives you a confused stare, before he simply continues walking.
That’s when it catches your eye. It’s small, and delicate, and smiling. You make it two steps, before Steve’s hand wraps around your arm and attempts to pull you away. You remain rooted to the spot. “It’s an infant. A baby.”
“Yes.”
“I have not seen one since Diana was given to us. Even then, I was not allowed to hold her. Do you think she’ll let me hold her?”
“Considering she doesn’t know you, probably not.”
“But I mean the child no harm.”
Steve winces, “That doesn’t matter here. Mothers are protective of their children.” He takes your hand, and this time you let him lead you away.
“Is there a place where I can get one? Like Hippolyta got Diana?”
He stutters for a second before saying, “You can’t have a baby on your own. It’s something you do with your partner.”
You smile, “Then where do we get ours?”
He nearly trips, but you catch him by the coat before he hits the ground, “Excuse me?”
You smile, “You called me your partner in that proceeding with all the men. Why can we not get a child when our mission is done? When this war is over?”
His cheeks turn a bright red, and he stammers over his words, “Tell you what, why don’t we revisit this subject when we finish the mission.” And without another word he starts walking.
You catch up, and take his hand, “I want a girl.”
He stares at you, “Excuse me?”
“A girl child. I think it will suit us.”
He sighs, “We’ll save that for the same discussion.”
You smile, and keep walking, the warmth of his hand reassuring you, and the thought of a child of your own pushing you forward.