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It wasn't always easy falling back into old habits, remembering how to tease his best friend and let his guard down. One would never think that such a deadly soldier, a literal living weapon could have ever once been the fun-loving, playful and charming Bucky Barnes; the same man who could definitely turn out on the dance floor. Somehow the thought of doing that now was both terrifying and exciting. He could remember how it felt, to step out with a beautiful dame on the dance floor, twirl her around and catch the scent of her perfume as he caught her in his arms and started to dance with her. He could remember the way his hairline was damp with sweat by the end if they were doing a swing dance or -- the Charleston. He also could remember seeing his Steve smiling at him from off to the side and how that would make Bucky's own smile widen that much more.
"Jimmy," he said, and shook his head. "You're really pushin' it, aren't you? Then let's go, Stevie," he said. The Charleston was all about timing. Dancing it with a partner was more difficult, but he wasn't about to let Steve get out of this. He'd started it, after all. It'd been a lifetime since he'd danced, but he was about to see if he remembered how to do it. He'd never danced with this particular Steve, but they'd either pull this off or fall over themselves. Either way it'd probably be a fun time. He held out his hand to Steve. "See if you can keep up with me."