Pre-serum!Steve
A deep sigh escaped my lips as I took in my surroundings. The music was loud and couples swung around the dance floor.
I thought I wanted to come out tonight, I really did. The girls barely had to convince me to leave my book and to come dancing instead. But, now that I am here, I couldn't feel more out of place.
I'm a simple girl and I like simple things. I'm not good at flirting and I'm not likely to figure it out anytime soon. Even if I do get past the flirting stage I usually have to deal with men who talk to me like I'm a stupid, little girl. I mean, I may be kind of ditzy but I'm not stupid.
As the current song came to a close my friend Jill ran over to me, likely to steal some of my drink.
"Get off that barstool and dance!" She cheered as she stole my glass from my hand and took a large gulp.
"I dunno, Jill," I shrugged, "no one here seems too interested in me."
"Well, does anyone interest you?"
I couldn't stop my gaze from moving to the corner of the room. There two boys sat, one tall with dark hair, and the other short, scrawny, and blonde.
"Oh, you've got eyes on Bucky! He is a tall drink of water." She giggled. "Sadly, he said he won't dance with anyone til someone asks his buddy first."
"Tall?" My eyebrows furrowed, he could only be a couple inches taller than me, and that's at most.
Jill's eyes grew wide and a smile took residence on her face.
"Well, I'll be! It's little Steve that's got your attention!" She laughed, "Go ask him to dance, doll!"
"I couldn't! What if he said no? Or laughed in my face?"
"He wouldn't, (Y/n)!" She grabbed a hold of your hands and pulled me off the stool, "he's sweet as pie, just like you."
"You can do this," she whispered, a grin on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.
With that last push, I grabbed my drink and slammed it back. Before I could change my mind I headed in his direction, and I heard Jill cheer behind me.
The closer I got the more my heart raced and I felt my palms get clamy, but I can't back out now.
Finally, I stood in front of their table.
The two men turned to look at me, but Steve turned his gaze to the table in front him after only a second.
"Umm, hi," I stammered, fiddling with the hem of my skirt, "I just wanted to ask.."
"Sorry, Doll, but I just want to drink with my friend right now," the brunette spoke, Bucky I think it was, interrupting my question.
"Oh, well, I was actually going to ask your friend if he would like to dance," I said quietly, my confidence shot, "but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I hope y'all have a good night."
I turned around, but before I could take two steps I felt a grip on my wrist. I looked over my shoulder and Bucky has a wide grin on his face.
"I'm sorry about that! It's just that broads have been botherin' me all night!" He pulled me back to the booth, pushing me into his previous seat. "Why don't you two get to know each other some, I'm gonna go get a drink."
I let out a shaky breath before sending Steve a small smile.
"Hi, I'm (Y/n)," I greeted, yet Steve looked unammused.
"You don't have to do this y'know."
"Do what?"
I didn't understand what he was accusing me of.
"Talk to me so that one of your friends gets a chance with Buck."
He genuinely believed that I had no interest in him. That I drew the short straw and had to come over and distract him.
"I'm not doing that. I thought you looked sweet." I crossed my arms in insecurity. "But if you don't want to talk to me, I'll leave."
He finally let his eyes meet mine, and I saw a spark of hopefulness.
"You really wouldn't prefer Buck?" He asked with a soft voice.
"What can I say? I prefer blondes." I tried to flirt, putting a playful smile on my face.
"Oh, yeah?" He chuckled.
"Yeah." I grinned.
We stared at each for a moment, seemingly just appreciating each other's presence.
"Would you want to dance with me?" I asked softly, teaching across the table and grabbing onto his hand.
"I'm not very good." He looked embarrassed as he glanced down at our hands.
"Well, that's okay," I admitted, "neither am I."
Before he could deny my request I pulled him from the table and to the dance floor. Bucky spotted us from the bar and raised his beer to us and I shot him a smile.
Steve wasn't lying when he said he wasn't very good. He stepped on my toes more than once and struggled to keep his eyes off the ground. But I had never had more fun with anyone else in my life.
By the end of the night, I didn't want to leave him.
"Hey, (Y/n)! Are you about ready to go?" Jill asked as she slightly stumbled over to me. "I'm getting kind of tired."
I looked over at Steve with a sad smile, "I guess I should head home now. I do have work tomorrow."
"That's alright." Steve smiled back.
We fell into silence as we just looked at each other, and I realized, he isn't going to ask me out.
"Umm, I really like you Steve," I nervously stuttered grasping his hand with mine, "and if you'd like, I would umm, I would really like to see you again?"
I looked up at Steve only to see him looking at his feet, a bright pink blush covering his cheeks. He scratched the back of his neck as a soft chuckle fell from his lips.
"Answer the girl!" Bucky lectured, smacking him on the back of his head.
"I would really like that, (Y/n)." He rubbed the spot Bucky had hit.
"Great! Here's my phone number!" I smiled as I wrote my phone number down on the closest napkin. "You can call me whenever."
As I left the building I looked back to see Steve smiling down at the napkin and Bucky laughing and shaking his shoulders.
