Summary: Diana spends a day at Steve's day job answering high school students' questions about history. Or, at least, that's what Steve wanted to happen. It's not necessarily what ends up happening.

If there was one thing Steve hated the most in the world, it was the sound of his alarm clock pulling him from his sleep and forcing him out of bed much too early. It didn't matter if the sound of it changed throughout the decades, it still remained the worst in the world. When all he'd had was a watch that beeped, he'd been able to turn it off quickly and go back to sleep. Now though, his phone would ring and in a futile attempt not to wake Diana, he'd wrestle with it for a few seconds before fully waking up.

"Good morning," Diana murmured, rolling onto his chest. Her eyes were still closed as she tucked her head into his neck and Steve smiled.

"Sleep," he told her, brushing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Diana shook her head and sat up with Steve. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Steve pressed a lazy kiss to her lips then hurried to the bathroom before her. Initially, Diana had been the only morning person in their relationship but over the decades, Steve had become the one to wake up first. Not necessarily because he wanted to, he just tended to have jobs that started a bit earlier. Like working at a school that required him to be there by seven on Friday morning for a staff meeting.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, Diana had already made the bed and left the room. He found her in the kitchen, setting out a box for pancakes and preparing the frying pan.

"Are you going to warm up the house by burning it down now?" Steve teased, walking up behind her.

Diana turned her head to roll her eyes at him and press a kiss to his cheek.

"No," she replied, stepping out of his arms. "I was just preparing it for you."

She walked back to their bedroom with a cheeky grin and Steve was left to make their breakfast alone. Shortly after, Diana returned fully dressed for work with her phone in hand.

"Early morning at the observatory?" Steve asked.

She glanced up at him. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Possibly a late night too."

"Text me and I'll have dinner ready when you return," Steve promised. Diana grinned and as he passed her a plate with the first pancake—fresh and ready to be eaten—he kissed her shortly. "I love you."

Diana's smile widened. "I love you too."

One of the best things about living through the decades with a goddess, Steve decided, was that he always had someone with him. Even if Diana worked somewhere else and was often out late at night, saving the world or finding a new taco place, she was a familiar constant in his life. They still weren't entirely sure if one day, Hades would arrive and inform them that Steve's time was up, but as far as they were concerned, they had all the time in the world.

Changing homes and losing friends every few years was difficult, but Steve had made it into a bit of a game to see how many different types of jobs he could find and live in the strangest place imaginable. Diana always went along with his shenanigans, smiling whenever he mentioned some obscure city they should move to or congratulating him for a job that he wasn't exactly qualified for. Like being a history teacher despite no real degree.

He still wasn't sure how he landed that one, but the students loved him and since he technically provided very accurate history lessons, the school seemed just as happy. They were beginning to get into more recent history, however, and Steve had been considering asking Diana to come in for the day if only to provide a bit more entertainment to the lesson than usual.

"Have you talked to the school board yet?" Diana asked, pouring way too much syrup on her pancake to be considered socially acceptable.

"Yes, actually." Steve flipped another pancake and silently cheered when he saw that it was perfectly golden. "I'll be sharing the news with the kids today. You're sure the date doesn't conflict with the observatory or the Justice League?"

Diana shook her head, glancing at her phone again. "I took the day off from the observatory, but you know I can't control what happens with the League."

"You could block Bruce's number." Diana gave him a look and Steve grinned as he flicked off the stove. "It's always a possibility, angel."

Diana hummed and together they finished their pancakes in silence. When he was finished, Steve slipped out of the kitchen to dress quickly and grab his work bag, kissing Diana before leaving.

Setting up for that day's lesson, Steve was already looking forward to that morning's announcements. He scribbled the date in the top corner and just below it, listed out the announcements for that week. Of course, the project would be his first announcement, but underneath it, he wrote a vague 'Guest' and decided to let his students assume first.

The whispers started as soon as the first students arrived. He ignored them, though he couldn't stop the excited smile that crept onto his face as he turned to face his first class of that morning.

"Alright, morning announcements," he exclaimed, gathering the attention of his class in one fell swoop. Pointing to the first announcement on the board, he said, "First thing on our list: project!" He was met with a few groans but pushed forward. "We've been covering some pretty interesting periods of history these past few weeks, so I want each of you to pick a moment from the 1800s and design a poster for it as if it were a film."

He handed out a rubric, letting the class know that they would be expected to meet certain standards but if they had any questions, they were welcome to come to him. As always, during the last two blocks of the day, they were allowed to come and work in the history room with him if they wanted to.

"Which brings me to the second announcement!" Steve returned to the front of the room and pointed to where he'd sloppily scribbled 'Guest'. "Because we are covering material from the first and second world wars these next few weeks, as well as other moments in the early 1900s, we'll be having a guest come in who actually lived and fought through much of the history we're about to cover."

A hand shot up in the air. "Aren't the people that lived through World War I all dead?"

Steve chuckled under his breath, knowing he couldn't very well tell his students that he'd lived through the Great War.

"Most, yes," he agreed, receiving several confused stares in response. "I happen to have a special friend who is still alive, so she will be coming next Monday to answer any questions you might have. I'll say this now though: anyone who doesn't ask a question related to history will be asked to wait outside until the end of the class."

"Who is it, Mr. Trevor?"

"It's a surprise," Steve replied, smiling. He reached for his book and while he could see many students still had questions, he refrained from answering them. "First one to tell me what year the Great War started wins a candy."

* * *

When Monday morning rolled around, Diana was the first one out of bed, pressing a happy kiss to Steve's lips before he'd fully woken up and hurrying to the bathroom. Steve laid in bed for several minutes after the alarm, staring at the ceiling and wondering if maybe bringing Diana into the school wasn't such a good idea after all. Too late now though, he supposed, and with a grunt, he pulled himself out of bed to go make breakfast.

Diana appeared wearing a cloak over her armour. Raising a brow at her, Steve passed over a plate with two pancakes as she sat down at the table.

"It's a little warm for the cloak, isn't it?" he asked. Diana shrugged and shook her head.

"It's a treasured gift," she replied, giving him a sly smile. "Wouldn't want the person who gave it to me to think I'm not appreciative."

"He might be more appreciative if you took it—and your armour—off."

Diana laughed quietly and worked on eating her breakfast while Steve finished his own then hurried to get dressed. It was strange walking out to his motorcycle with Diana at his side instead of parting ways.

"You sure you don't want a ride?" Steve teased, tugging on the skirt of her armour to pull her into his arms.

"Yes," she replied. She stepped back so Steve could pull on his helmet and tugged her cloak closed around her. "See you there."

As Diana shot into the sky, Steve started up his motorcycle and raced towards the school. He arrived before her, but he imagined that was more because she didn't want to wait out front without him. He'd just turned the motor off when he turned around to find Diana waiting for him, her tiara perfectly straight despite the wind he knew she'd flown through.

"You're something else, you know that?" he murmured. He resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her, promising himself he'd do much better the second they got home. "Not even a hair out of place."

Diana laughed softly and fell into step beside him, walking through the parking lot to a back entrance. Steve knew some of the other teachers would already be in their offices and while he knew Diana wouldn't necessarily mind walking past them, he wasn't too sure he wanted to stop and talk.

Flicking on the light to his classroom, Steve followed Diana inside and shut the door. He went straight to his desk while Diana wandered around the room, reading the posters he'd taped to the walls and smiling at a familiar photo or two.

"If you had told me your classroom was so cliche, I could have picked up some different posters while I was in Paris," Diana teased, glancing back at him from where she stood in front of a poster reciting the Declaration of Independence.

"I will have you know, my classroom is far from cliche," Steve argued from his desk. He pointed to something on his desk. "Just last week, I brought in that piece of the Berlin wall we chipped off."

When she turned, sure enough, the little fist-sized rock was sitting on the corner of his desk right next to Diana's missing hairpin from 1921.

"That's where that went," she hummed, taking the pin from his desk. Steve snatched it back, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You can't very well be seen stealing from a poor history teacher now," he told her, placing the pin back on his desk. "We wouldn't want Wonder Woman to become a villain."

Diana laughed and shook her head, returning to looking at the posters around the room and deciding to let Steve keep the hairpin if he really felt like it was so necessary. She hadn't worn it in a few decades anyway.

They only had thirty minutes before the first period began, but Steve made sure to keep his door locked until the very last minute. When the clock read 7:59, he left Diana sitting behind his desk, happily reading his version of the school-issued history book, while he went to the door to welcome his students.

As soon as he opened the door, the students waiting in the hall all turned to face him and ask the same question. "Why's the door locked, Mr. Trevor?"

"Our guest is waiting inside," Steve answered with a smile. He leaned on the doorframe, effectively blocking the view of a few curious students and warned, "Don't forget: if you ask a question that isn't related to history, you'll be sent to wait outside."

The students all nodded, so Steve stepped aside to let them in.

As soon as the first students spotted Diana sitting at Steve's desk, the whole group stopped. There were audible gasps and whispers erupted as slowly, one by one, the students tiptoed into the room.

Upon hearing them, Diana looked up from the history book and grinned at all of them.

"Hello!" She set the book aside and stood up, her cloak still over her shoulders, but her armour visible underneath. "You can come in, of course," she told them, waving them forward.

It took a few long minutes for everyone to settle and when they finally did, the room was dead silent.

"Right," Steve said. He gestured for Diana to join him in front of the room which she did with a smile. "Wonder Woman has happily volunteered her day to answer any questions you may have about things that happened in the twentieth century. I'll remind you again, only questions about history."

"Steve," Diana murmured, giving him a look. "I'm sure they have more questions than just what colour underwear was in 1918."

A few students snickered quietly, but most stared at her with wide eyes.

"Fine," Steve ceded. He gave Diana a firm look before turning it onto his students. "The last five minutes can be anything, but you better start asking history questions before then."

Diana's favourite part, she decided, was the last five minutes of each class when Steve let the students ask whatever they wanted. She enjoyed sharing things from the war and explaining how it was to live before most common appliances as well, but seeing Steve roll his eyes when the first non-history related question asked was how he knew Wonder Woman made her smile each time.

"Some students come back during the last two periods," Steve warned, closing the door firmly after his last class. "They like to work on their homework here, but something tells me they might not get much work done." He raised a brow at her and Diana laughed.

"I like them," she said, glancing at the door where a few students were trying to peer through the small window in the door. "They are much more fun to talk to than those at the observatory."

"I'll leave you here with them alone during the free blocks," Steve threatened. Diana's face lit up, much to Steve's chagrin. "Or maybe I'll have to ask for extra supervision," he mumbled.

Diana threw back her head and laughed, making a smile cross Steve's face as well. From across the room, he pulled a cover over the door window to prevent prying eyes then walked over to where Diana was standing behind his desk.

"We have an hour and a half before they come back," he murmured, pulling her into his arms where even the security camera couldn't see them. "Perhaps we should have lunch and I can explain how you're not supposed to encourage poor behaviour in my students."

Diana hummed and pressed a warm kiss to his jaw. "Lunch sounds good."

"Fantastic."

Unfortunately, that meant they had to actually leave the classroom and since many other students also had a lunch period, the halls were more full than they had been when they'd first arrived. After a little bit of arguing, Steve convinced Diana to wait in his classroom while he went out and got them both lunch from a nearby restaurant. Although he hurried, he was still too late and arrived back at the school to find Diana talking in the halls with a handful of students.

"I told you to wait in the classroom," Steve said, chuckling under his breath.

Diana and the four students looked up at him quickly.

"Mr. Trevor!" they exclaimed at the same time Diana smiled and said, "I got bored."

"Let her eat lunch before you hassle her with more questions," Steve told the students. He handed the bag of food over to Diana and told her, "And you, stay in the classroom."

"Wonder Woman doesn't have to listen to you," a student said heatedly.

Diana smirked and Steve let out a long sigh when she said, "Yeah, Mr. Trevor."

"Di—No," Steve said. He gently pushed her towards the classroom. "Go eat your food," he told her, then turned to the students and said, "And you: wait until next block to come back."

Diana waved to the students and ducked back into Steve's classroom, digging through the bag of food as she walked. Steve shut the door behind them, pulling the cover back over the window and joined her at his desk.

"You're fun to annoy," Diana told him, smiling as she pulled a burrito from the bag. "You get this little furrow between your brows and your cheeks turn pink."

"That does not mean you can make me look like a fool at work." Steve took the burrito from her hands, passing her the correct one and tossing his feet up on his desk. Diana leaned against the corner, adjusting her cloak to rest more comfortably behind her as Steve said, "Next thing you know, no one will respect me and I'll get bullied by fourteen-year-olds."

"They don't already do that?"

Steve scowled and pulled a piece of tomato from his burrito to throw at her. She easily dodged it, grinning wildly at him as she picked it up and threw it back at him. The tomato hit Steve right in the forehead and Diana dissolved into a fit of laughter while Steve was left to rub tomato juice off of his forehead.

"I'm never bringing you to work again," he grumbled, already certain he'd be bringing her back next year anyway. After all, what better way to win his students' forever affection than by bringing in his very own superhero?