Maybe this isn't real. Maybe this is some kind of strange reward for Steve's actions and he really did make it to heaven, despite the list of things that he'd done during the war that he'd thought would keep him from seeing any kind of redemption. One great act at the end of a long war putting his missions first shouldn't have been enough, but if this is his reward, he's not going to fight it very hard.

He feels the way his heart thuds and thumps against her hand, beating all the harder for the touch, and it makes him wonder how he can even have a heartbeat. If you're dead, should you have a body, a heartbeat, a second chance like this?

"I don't either," he admits, swallowing back his confusion and his grief to step closer to her, pressing his fingers through her hair and inhaling deeply when she's tucked in with him, pressed in like it's the most natural fit in the world. "I fired the shot," he strains to say, the words scraping out of his mouth like sandpaper. "I fired, I just remember the heat, the adrenaline, the grief of losing you, then I was drowning again."

"This isn't Themyscira? Some other Amazon island? Are there more of them?" he wonders, stumbling to find some kind of explanation.