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, |
Oh, he remembered those days. Those awkward surprise dates that were, almost always, for Bucky's benefit. "Speaking of, we're in for a treat, here's Trixie." And then it was a series of awkward shuffling, nervous chuckling, and unbearable small talk as his date stared at her friend in Bucky's arms. Or any other casanova waiting to get his mitts on a pretty dame. Never good for the ego, but Steve had always been honest enough to know the game. Sometimes, he'd watch Bucky dance and he couldn't but smile -- he looked like he was having so much fun. Often, he was jealous. Of what, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was that smile.
He blinked, though, when Bucky held out his hand. He felt, oddly, flustered before he let out a chuckle and a laugh. He had given the challenge. No backing out now. He'd never live it down, so, without skipping another beat, he took Bucky's hand and said, with a flush in his cheeks, "I guess we'll see just how rust you are, pal."