Gwen Stacy / Steve Rogers
People back on earth could hear him blushing, he was sure of it. "Alright, alright, enough of the butt talk," Steve said in an attempt to save his own life, otherwise the sheer amount of blood in his face might be lethal. Unfortunately he had a feeling she wasn't joking and- he wasn't ready for twerking.
He'd waited a long time for the right dance partner and he had that in Tony. But there was other kinds of dancing, different from the kind you did with the lover of your life. He was more coordinated now in this body, muscles moved how they should and Steve easily fell into a few simple steps. It was no jitterbug, but Steve spun Gwen out under his arm before he tugged her back in.
"If I stand on your toes you'll have to forgive me, I haven't had a lot of practice." Her toes were safe because what he did have was practice in fighting, but that was still true. There hadn't been a lot of time for dancing and maybe that was another thing that he liked about this place.