"Hmm." Steve sounded.
"Now why don't we take a look at this.." The owner said, walking slowly from the other half of the room with his oversized reading glasses on. He moved to the record player and gestured for Bucky and Steve to listen.
Bucky followed the owner to the player, cocking his head a little bit as he looked at the player. Then he closed his eyes, to just listen. Absorb the music.
Steve smiled to himself at Bucky's calm stance, like a statue. He looked toward the owner as he happily started the record, his hands moving in a practiced precision, gently guiding the needle to the spinning vinyl. Music erupted and and filled the room.
(i just realised that the old man/owner could be stan lee lmaoo)
Bucky kept his eyes closed to listen, swaying just a tiny bit with the music. His hands were down by his sides, and he took a deep breath.
(hahaha lol)
Steve almost grinned at the sight of Bucky, and he looked to see the owner smiling at the sight, too. He'd exchanged his reading glasses for oversized sunglasses and turned, smiling at Steve. "He's a keeper." The old man whispered, giving him a thumbs-up.
Bucky, not really paying attention to the two, didn't notice the words, or at least he didn't register what they meant. He kept listening and swaying just a little. The song was vaguely familiar, but…he didn't think it was the right one.
"So, whaddya think?" The owner asked, smiling. Steve wanted to scold him for interrupting Bucky's little moment of peace. He knew it wasn't the right one, but it was close, maybe one released a year before the one they were looking for.
Bucky blinked his eyes open, looking at the owner. "Oh. It's…not the one we're looking for, I don't think." he replied. "Close, but not the right one." he shook his head quickly.
"Mmm…yeah. Maybe a year after this?" He suggested, thinking back to the cover of the vinyl, was it 41? no..
(might have to go :( )
Bucky thought for a moment. "Maybe." he replied, nodding. "That would make sense." he ran hand through his hair.
(aw okay)
The old man gestured for them to go back to the section, and pulled out three records from a bin.
"These are all I got from the…fourties." He nodded, laying them out on the stacks of other records.
Steve almost flinched, "Wait–"
Bucky frowned a little, looking at Steve quickly. "Is something wrong?" he asked slowly, looking at Steve carefully.
Steve frowned, pointing at the one on the left, "Why do I…think that–" He tried to say coherently, suddenly stuck with a strange familiarity with the cover. He tapped the design as if it would help him remember, "I don't know why…but–"
Bucky frowned, cocking his head a little bit and frowning. "I don't know…maybe." he looked at the shop owner. "Could we, er…listen to that one?"
"Youu betcha!" He nodded firmly, taking the record and setting it up to be played.
Steve's heartbeat quickened a bit, his own body seeming to tell him that this was the one. The man fixed the needle onto the shiny vinyl, and–
Bucky closed his eyes to listen again, waiting to hear if this was right or not. Waiting to know if this would be the one they wanted.
The foggy music started from the record, a faint cracking as it began. The light and jumping tunes bouncing off the walls and back to them in its melody, like a homecoming to that night, the warm-toned and dim lights guiding their way through the dance. Floorboards had creaked as the replicated sound paced them, twirling, spinning, and laughing.
Bucky swayed to the music. He opened his eyes again, looking at Steve. "This is it." He said softly, listening and hearing that fuzzy, distant memory in his head again. Of dancing with Steve and wanting to kiss him so very badly.
Steve smiled small at Bucky, though he was beyond glad that he remembered it so distinctly. This was progress, and they were one step closer to getting back to what they once had.
"Yeah," Steve nodded, facing the old man, "How much will that be?"
Bucky took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair again. The silvery metal of his left hand flashed in the light, and he tucked it back into his pocket after a moment.
Steve paid the owner and smiled, thanking him repeatedly for having such an old record, and stole a glance at Bucky wondering if they'd get to recreate that moment sometime in the future. He took the record, and moved slowly to leave, thanking the owner again.
Bucky gave a small smile. "Thank you." He said quietly to the owner, running a hand through his hair and following Steve out of the shop. He let out a breath.
“Wild, right?” Steve laughed, glancing at the record he held and running a finger over its worn edges, “The exact one..”
Bucky gave a small smile. "Yeah. Although I doubt it's the exact same one." He replied. "Same song, I mean, but not the same exact record you had." He shrugged a little.
"Yeah," Steve shrugged, "But what are the odds?" Seventy years later they were both miraculously still alive, and the little old record store had their song. "I think it's uncanny, how after all this time, we're together again, and we get to have something from before."