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Wonder Woman
Odyssey
Days after the Crisis ended, and a world mourned legends like Supergirl, the Flash, and Wonder Woman, one solitary man refused to accept defeat. He was determined that what had been born in magic could yet live once more through magic. Thus, Steve Trevor -- husband to the late Princess Diana, Wonder Woman -- was obsessed in more than grief. He could not even begin to allow himself that luxury. He was a man of action, and he clung to the idea that his bride was yet alive in some form or another.
She was born from Olympian magic. She can't be truly gone! Not after I've come back, so to speak, twice! My memories match those of the first Steve of this Earth, and I know that after his death at the hands of Dr. Cyber his essence was merged with that of Eros for a time. Then he, too, died at the hands of Dark Commander.
Only recently did I learn that "they" were not me. I found true peace of mind when all the memories were merged with mine by Aphrodite. I even married Diana, but those shadows and the Crisis tore us apart too soon. Still, Zeus or one of the Amazons like Hippolyta must be able to restore Diana! I won't rest until I find some way to get her back. That means I have to return to Paradise Island, or die trying!
Steve Trevor knew what he had to do, but he was at a loss as to how to go about it. He knew the rough direction in which Paradise Island lay, so he could only pray that he would beat the odds and find that tranquil home of magic and wonderous science anew.
Actually, he had no clue about where in that Bermuda Triangle of sea and sky it lay precisely, but he had a plan. He concentrated with all his energy as he reclined within an empty field outside of DC.
"Robot plane -- come to me! Robot plane -- I command you to come here!" he mentally commanded, frantic with passion, loss, and need.
The amazing craft had been set before the Crisis to obey Trevor's mental commands, and he prayed that that connection, however slight, would still work. Perhaps it had a new owner now.
He gasped as the metallic, yet female voice echoed in his mind.
"I await you above, Steven Trevor!"
He risked much as he used a rope ladder to climb high above and inside the vehicle. "Whoo! Almost fell," he sighed. "Robot plane -- take me to Paradise Island!" he ordered.
The plane silently obeyed. Another woman who had just used it to arrive in America from that isle (Nubia) was so busy with a fight for her life and those of her new teammates, that she never knew it had left her hiding place.
Now, as Nubia and the JLA bonded, Steve Trevor soared toward an uncertain destiny.
Trevor felt the plane surge forward over the wine dark sea, and he prayed anew that somehow the Amazons could restore his love.
"They brought me back, and they can do it for Diana!" he vowed.
The plane entered a huge cloud bank and ancient columns and the splendor of ancient Grecian civilization spread itself beneath him in its timeless manner.
"I did it! This is Paradise Island! Angel, I'm coming for you," he said.
Then he gasped at what came into sight, and Steve Trevor knew no more!
Elsewhere, much later, Nubia frowned in disgust as she talked via mental radio to her mother.
"The plane has been gone for months now! No trace of it can be found! Even J'onn can not register its mental patterns," she fumed.
Hippolyta nodded. "Nor can Paula's science! My child, I fear the robot plane has been lost to us forever!"
So unknown to all, the plane had not been empty. It had vanished from mortal kin months ago, not all that long after the Crisis' red skies had finally faded to normal, but it had not been empty.
Steve Trevor had disappeared!