forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

tune

Bucky blinked slowly, flashes of memories of that fountain and Steve tumbling through his scattered and confused brain. He took a deep breath. "I…don't know. Wherever you think is best." he replied after a moment.

Steve shrugged, turning in a slow circle, thinking, "Record shop?" He suggested, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, we'll find something nice– classic." There was one not too far away, owned by an old man who played the trumpet like it was no big deal. He knew and liked Steve, a frequent customer, seeing that he had yet to understand how to download music.

Bucky blinked, cocking his head a little and thinking. "Yes." he finally said. "That sounds…good." he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head for a moment and exhaling.

Steve nodded, gesturing to the path out of the park, thinking about the Bucky's little quirk of running his hands through his hair. He couldn't remember if he did that before the war, but it was something…charming. No-, no, it's curious. His mind objected. "How…how much do you remember about the dancing?" He asked.

"The…swing dancing?" Bucky replied. "When I taught you?" he thought for a moment. "I remember that you kept…taking the woman's part instead of the man's, even though I was trying to teach you to lead." I remember wanting to kiss you so very badly, but I didn't think you would have wanted it. He blinked, not sure where that thought had come from.

"Yeah," Steve said, looking to the side as he recalled that night, being twirled repeatedly to the happy music, being told no, stop…come onnn.. by a grinning Bucky as the two of them danced together, and then a dip…
"Yeah. I remember– you shut the curtains…and you couldn't get the record to start." He smiled, remembering their light bickering, Bucky claiming it was broken, and then Steve looking at him sarcastically as he got it working.

Bucky nodded. "Because if anyone had seen…" He trailed off, shaking his head a little bit. He sighed softly. He didn't know what to say now. He didn't remember much more than that.

"Seen what?" Steve asked, wracking his brain for any secrets he or Bucky would've been keeping. Well, there is one.. What would they see? Did I forget something?

"Us dancing." Bucky replied, blinking. "Because…they might have thought the wrong thing." his eyebrows drew together a little bit, and he looked away. He let out a breath.

Wrong thing.. Steve thought, and mouthed the words, realizing what he meant. He hadn't even thought of that.
"Oh." He simply said, thinking about the two women he saw kissing on the bus, then looking for everyone's reactions in case there'd be a fight, and quirking an eyebrow at everyone's silence and nonchalance. Steve glanced around them, seeing that it was a fairly quiet scene, "But was it…the wrong thing?" He asked quietly, wondering if Bucky knew what he meant.

Bucky's eyebrows twitched farther together, and he frowned a little. "I…don't know." he replied. It definitely was. His mind whispered. At least to you. You couldn't stop thinking about his mouth and wanting to kiss him.

"Hmm." Steve nodded, looking away. "Well– things are better now. Not perfect…but we wouldn't have to shut the curtains, if you get what I mean." He sighed, hoping that Bucky wouldn't say something to retaliate and shut down all the little things he'd felt for him over the years.

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Ah. But I think…I can't teach you to dance again. I don't remember any anymore." his mouth twitched into something that could almost be a smile, which vanished again just as quickly. He shook his head a little bit.

"Well, I remember." He smiled, stealing a glance, "I owe you a dance, anyway…but I'll teach you. Hey– were goin' to a record store, maybe we'll pick something up to dance to." Steve nodded, wondering if he would wildly find the exact one they'd danced to.

Bucky nodded. "Alright." he replied simply. He stretched a little, and followed as Steve walked. He was limping a little bit again, from the wound in his leg.

They turned the corner and were met with the colourful storefront of the record store. A small bell jingled, welcoming them as they went through. An old man behind the counter spotted Steve and smiled warmly, moving around to greet him properly. "Steve!" He smiled laughing lightly, looking at Bucky beside him, "You brought a friend!"

Bucky have a hesitant smile, then looked around the shop, eyes already flicking to look for any threats. He took a deep breath, crossing his arms.

"Quiet." The old man smiled, turning back to Steve. "What can I do for ya?"
"Well– we're lookin' for a record." Steve smiled, "Can't remember which one exactly, but its old, jazz, and…uptempo?" He smiled, scanning the room for any record covers exposed that might ring a bell.

Bucky nodded. "No vocals, either." He added after a moment. He stepped over to the shelves, scanning them carefully and examining each record. He tugged at his hair a little.

"Right.." Steve nodded, smiling at the owner who was muttering happily across the room. "Around here–" He said, waving to multiple racks near Bucky that looked a little beaten up, vinatge, with a 'jazz' sign above. Steve smiled his thanks and joined Bucky in his search for the record.

Bucky kept looking, poking around and looking at the records. He let out a breath. He kept his left hand tucked in his pocket, keeping it hidden and out of sight.

Steve flipped through the records, smiling to himself occasionally when he'd recognize names, but not the one. He ran a finger along the edge of one record; 'jazz of the early days,' not the one he was looking for, but close. The folded corners and withering cover made him feel something along the lines of nostalgic.

Bucky took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the shop. All the old records and the dusty covers. He sighed softly, and kept looking. He wasn't quite sure what to look for, but he looked anyways.

"Do you remember if It had any trumpet?" Steve asked, turning to Bucky with a record that looked familiar, its cover of spiralling circles and some brass instruments.

Bucky frowned a little. "No. I don't." he replied slowly, looking at Steve and shaking his head. "All I know is that it was old." Like us. He sighed softly, and shook his head again.