bucky teaching steve how to dance one evening before the super soldier serum even crossed their path, just before the war ever came into play even though the radio blares constant broadcast, before either of them were more than just kids from brooklyn
steve having to stand on bucky’s feet and no matter how hard he tries can’t seem to get his footing right but nonetheless keeps on trying because he can’t only get better from here, right? of course bucky’s smug little smile never leaves his face (he’s delighted honestly even though they look absolutely ridiculous) and just, “you sure you’ve never danced before? you’re a natural.”
steve looking up at him, laughing dryly, “oh plenty of times.” of course all of these times have been just both of them just staggering across the floor to music that is far-too fast. “maybe next time you’ll let me lead, huh?”
and bucky looking down at steve who is literally barely tall enough to stand past his chest, laughing, “if you’re up to it.”
of course they never get the chance.
that is until they’re in steve’s apartment in modern day DC with the old turn table slowly spinning a dusty vinyl and when they dance it’s slow now with a lack of dance confidence from bucky who keeps adjusting metal fingers in steve’s hands. but bucky knows the music even though he can’t exactly pinpoint why but steve promised to lead this time and of all the dances he’s promised fulfilling he’s glad he could at least do one