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Bucky didn't know if this Steve had lived with his Bucky in the same sort of conditions or had the same sort of relationship he and his Steve had in the past. If he did, then this Steve had likely been in the awkward position of getting set up on dates with the friend of whatever dame Bucky was taking out that night. In his world, he really hadn't been doing it because he wanted to get serious with any of those women. It was sort of a way to scratch an itch, to take the edge off and deflect from what he'd really wanted at the time. Who he'd really wanted. That subject he and Steve so nimbly avoided at all costs. Regardless, if the situation with this Steve was the same or similar, he'd definitely been out dancing with Bucky before.
For just a moment, Bucky kind of forgot that this wasn't the 1940's. He felt young again, carefree. Were it not for the way his longer hair brushed against his cheeks and the glint of the light reflecting off what was visible of his bionic hand he might actually have believed it. He winked at Steve, and soon the two were dancing the Charleston together, stepping in time, kicking back and moving forward together. It was a great feeling. The first time he'd really let loose in a very, very long time.