steve rogers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shieldtoss) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
It was good to hear that the Winter Soldier conditioning had been removed. He knew how much his own Buck had been terrified being switched on and off at the drop of the dime. Plus, there was the whole going back and forth about wanting to kill Steve. Steve very much liked it when Bucky didn't want to kill him. Made life a little easier. He quirked a brow at Bucky's smirk, though, and laughed at the suggestion -- shaking his head. "Oh, no," he replied. "I barely know most of these people." Still, it was an amusing thought. He glanced back at an older, though less broken (maybe?) version of his friend and tilted his head, studying for a moment.
"How about you?" he replied. "How rusty is your Charleston?" He wore a challenging grin. "I'll show you mine if you me yours." Were Steve any other man, it sound worse than what it actually was. Steve, though, was still innocent enough (oddly) for it to be taken at face value. It wasn't like he was Tony Stark or anything. Still, it'd almost a hundred years since either of them had seen them on the dance floor. Though, truth be told, Steve's time on the dance floor was fairly limited growing up. Sickly, scrawny, and too smart for his own good was never the kind of boy girls gravitated toward, so it wasn't like his dance card was very full. Bucky, though. Bucky had been a site to see when the music hit and he had a pretty girl on his arm.