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The Party

You gulp loudly.

"Tha- Thank you, Barnes." He laughs at the stuttering mess you become and looks down at the floor. He slowly looks back up at you and bites his lip. A weak smile spreads across his face. Your breath quickens as the tension between you grows. His hand that was lingering on your back runs down your spine and just gazes the bottom of your back before he slides it over your hips.

"Happy Birthday." he says as you nervously smile and giggle before his smile widens as he turns around and walks back out through the door. Fucking hell. What did he do that for? Maybe it was all just a joke. That's what these older guys are like anyway, they flirt with younger girls because they know they will fall for them. Not you though. Although saying that, you couldn't stop thinking about Steve. You hadn't even seen him today and he was constantly playing on your mind. You hadn't seen Peter today either. Had he been avoiding you? You both agreed that you would just want to be friends so why was he acting so weird? You shake the consuming thoughts out of your head, spray your signature sweet smelling perfume over your body before taking one last deep breath and walking down to the common room.

The hand rail of the stairs down to the common room coats in sweat as you grip in and tense your stomach. The party was already alive by the time you had reached the bottom of the stairs. Nat and Wanda were both twerking on each other which, too be honest, didn't really surprise you. They would probably be kissing by the end of the night - if they both got drunk enough. The entire floor packed with dancers but everything seems to slow down for a second, like all the eyes are on you. Your reach the final step and immediately Steve reaches out for your hand.

"May I have this dance?" His voice goes all posh and proper which you can't help but mock.

"You may, fine Sir." The two of you laugh and make your way to the centre of the dance floor. As you both walk into the middle of the floor, your favourite song comes on the speakers.

I'm feeling sexayy
I wanna hear you say my nameee, boy

Steve continues to hold your hand as you work your way between the bodies dancing around you. Suddenly, he stays still and as you continues to walk, he quickly pulls you back and pushes his body against yours. Face to face, you sway from side to side as the music flows from the speakers all around the room, his hands exploring your waist and back. His hand moves up to your face and runs over your cheek and around your ear before lingering on your shoulder and moving back down to your waist.

"You've got some moves, Rogers." You let out a small laugh. You have never really been great at intense romantic situations. He leans into your ear.

"I've got some more moves I think you would like." His breath travels straight down your next and through your spine forcing shivers down your entire back. Your eyes widen as you giggle and snort. No way he actually just said that. Unable to meet his gaze again, you spin around so you are both facing the same way and place his hand on your waist as you continue to sway to the music. You hadn't noticed it before but Bucky was watching you. He sat alone in the corner of the common room, clutching his glass tightly to the point you thought it might break. He looked angry. More than angry. Furious.
You noticed his chest moving up and down in deep, shaky breaths.

"I'm just going to go and get a drink." You turn around to Steve and force and weak smile. score making your way over to the bar. Within seconds, Bucky was stood at your side.

"Well that was... impressive." He stands at the bar next to you but not completely addressing you. You do the same and continue to look straight forward and not at him.

"If you were trying to make it look like you weren't staring, you failed."

"Did it?" He smirks which you manage to catch in the corner of your eye. "You came over to me didn't you?"

"I did not come over to you, I came to get a drink." You reach your arm behind the back of the bar and grab a jug filled to the brim with some cocktail which you pour generously into an empty glass.

"You just looked like you were having fun that was all."

" I was- I am. Steve is waiting for me." You begin to walk off before Bucky quickly grabs your hand and pulls you back. Your faces are so close.

"Are we going to have a dance then?" His eyes never truly meet your but instead dart over your body and up to your lips. You place your hands on his chest and slightly push him off.

"We will dance when I'm asked properly." You remove his hands from your waist and strut back to Steve. Not that he would want to admit it, but he is totally checking you out.