“I know this is awkward, my friend saw that I was alone at the dance and they pulled you over to dance with me and I’m sorry” au stucky?
Forty-five minutes.
There are only forty-five minutes before Steve can call his mom and have her pick him up.
Well, now there are only forty-four.
He promised her that he would go to an hour and a half of homecoming this year. “I know you won’t enjoy yourself, but everyone should have to go to at least one bad school dance just so you have the stories.”
He wanted to argue, but he knew it was fruitless. The one person more stubborn than Steve Rogers is his mother.
“You could try dancing,” Natasha says, sidling up next to him. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on her brow as she adjusts her lavender strapless gown. She looks like a vision, the most obviously beautiful girl at the whole dance. It seems like a shame that she keeps coming over to check on Steve, the most obvious nerd at the dance with his Chuck Taylors and glasses.
Steve shrugs. “Don’t need to.”
“So you’re just going to stand here for another forty-five minutes?” she asks.
“Forty-three minutes now.”
“Come dance with Sam and me, c’mon.” Steve just shoves his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t come with me, I’ll go tell Baseball Bucky to ask you to dance.”
Steve glances to the other side of the room, where Baseball Bucky is chatting with a few of his friends. It doesn’t seem like he’s been dancing much, either, despite being the most handsome guy in the room. Well, in Steve’s opinion, at least.
“Baseball Bucky doesn’t want to dance with me,” Steve says, rolling his eyes.
“You wanna bet?” Natasha asks and before Steve can tell her an emphatic ‘no’, she’s walking across the room — a few heads turn to watch her — and coming up to Baseball Bucky.
The thing is, Steve likes Baseball Bucky! He’s a nice guy. They’ve been partners on a few projects for classes; he always does his fair share of work and brings fancy root beer in bottles whenever they’ve studied together.
Doesn’t mean the guy who’s the star player on the baseball team is actually gonna want to dance with Steve Rogers.
He watches, heart beating fast, as Natasha talks to Baseball Bucky. A few of Bucky’s friends glance over at Steve while Bucky’s cheeks go red. After the longest ninety seconds of Steve’s life, he watches Natasha turn around and start walking towards him.
Baseball Bucky follows her.
Steve’s eyes go wide as the two of them make their way towards him. He nearly runs away, but he remembers that his mother has always told him to be brave, which apparently includes facing down a handsome baseball player who may want to dance with him.
“Hi Steve,” Natasha says as she approaches. “I think you owe me twenty bucks.”
“I said I didn’t want to place bets,” Steve says.
“Hi Steve,” Baseball Bucky says with a shy kind of smile.
“Uh, hi.”
“Have fun,” Natasha says before sauntering over to the dance floor.
Bucky looks down at his shoes for a minute, then up at Steve. “Well, do you wanna dance?” he asks.
“You’re… serious?” Bucky nods. “Oh, uh. Okay.” Bucky stretches a hand out, which Steve reaches out and takes. It’s a slow song on the dance floor and Bucky pulls Steve close without hesitation. They dance silently for about half a song before Bucky says, “You know in stupid teen movies where the lead is getting ready for the school dance and thinks that something really exciting is going to happen at the dance but doesn’t know what it is?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, this is my really exciting thing,” Bucky says, that sweet blush getting darker.
Steve blinks, surprised. “What? Really?” Bucky nods. “Oh,” Steve says, then steps in a little closer.
“Yeah, I kind of really like you.” He laughs. “I guess Natasha knew. Well, I may’ve told her at a party last week.”
“And she wanted me to place a bet,” Steve mutters, finding her eyes across the dance floor and glaring at her. She makes a kissy face at him.
“Please don’t be mad at her,” Bucky says. “I can screw off if you don’t wanna—”
“No, I wanna,” Steve interrupts. “I guess I just didn’t think anything exciting would happen to me at the dance, is all.”
“Well, maybe I could change that.”
And then he leans in for a kiss.
And even though Steve’s physics teacher pulls them apart a few seconds later, Steve doesn’t end up asking his mom to pick him up early. He spends the rest of the dance at Bucky’s side.
