She smiles now, a sad, knowing curve of her lips.

But Steve Trevor was chaos. A splinter of the world she was forbidden to save.

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She touches the old photograph. Grainy. Imperfect. More real than any BluRay.

Because the truth is simple: she didn't save the world by winning the fight. She saved it by staying. By choosing this broken, beautiful, loud, ridiculous world over the perfect silence of home.

In the archives of her memory, she sees herself—naive, furious, glorious—deflecting bullets with the bracelets before she understood what a bullet even was. She thought evil was a monster to be slain. Ares. One god. One kill. Peace.