Bucky Barnes Imagines

Slow Dancing In The Dark ~B.B~

Description: After you teach him how to make playlists, Bucky takes you slow dancing in the dark, 1940's style, as he remembers his days, and shares his memories with you as you dance the night away.

"What's this song called?" Bucky asked slightly bopping along to your music. He only listened to 40's music, and had a heart attack when you told him a lot of the of the songs were on an app called Spotify, he didn't know a single thing about phones, he didn't really know much about his arm, besides in how to control it, mysteries of it were still present.

"It's called Love Story." You said blushing, looking at him with a small smile. He went over to your phone, which was open as you'd been picking songs to listen too, as he softly picked up your phone with his metal arm, and scrolled through your playlist using the other one. You didn't mind Bucky looking through your phone, besides there was nothing too hide, all texts were mainly from them and the other avengers, you didn't really have any other friends outside. Wanda and Nat were your best friends, and you'd talk about Bucky a lot, and you didn't really want him to read that, as it was mainly gossip, but not in a bad way, you'd just share what you two were up too.

He looks at the phone, scrolling through it, looking at all the songs he's never heard of in his life. Though from time to time, you'd catch him having a little groove every now and then, it was cute, but he probably did that just to make you laugh, not because he liked anything.

He looks at you and back at the phone, and then back at you.
"Can I make a playlist?" He asks as he looks at you for permission as he looks as your phone. You smile as you pat the seat next to him and me smiles like a dork and sits down. You teach him how to make a playlist as he smiles at you, and listens deeply to every word, even if he didn't know what it meant. You watched him in awe as he tried to make a playlist, and search up all his favorite 40's songs he could remember, as he hummed along to them as they played.

"And I think I am done." He said he he scrolled through the playlist, he named it "Bucky's playlist all old music" as you giggled at the title, you connected it to the Bluetooth speaker you had in the room, and continued to read as the music was on quietly. You saw Bucky in the corner of your eye slow dance, he tried to mask it by moving slowly but you couldn't help but notice him move back and forth.

"When was your first dance?" you close the book and walk up to him as he takes you in his arms, giving you a little twirl. He looks away for a second and smiles, trying to remember. "I think it was about 1937? Well a proper one anyway." He says trying to recall the event. He goes on to tell you a story about how he once went to an event, and his friends in the force encouraged him to dance with a Girl, Steve was not present that night, and Bucky was thankful for that, he didn't need another thing Steve would tease him about.

"But was she cute?" you asked him scrunching up your nose laughing. He sighed and let out a chuckle trying to remember what she looked like.

"A little bit? I remember she had freckles, and brown hair, and she was a lot shorter than I was," he laughed as he looked at you. His eyes lit up seeing you in such dim lighting, it was a major throwback for him. A slower song came on as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"I think you would have loved the 40's, we had a lot of fun." Bucky said as he held you close resting his head on top of yours, still taking steps back and forth. "Everyone was just so close, besides the war, you didn't have any worries. You had a lot of laughs too, I am glad I remember as much as I do, I even remember nearly burning down my mothers kitchen at age eight."
Bucky said as he chuckled to himself, as you laughed into his chest.

"Times have changed so much, its hard to keep up. I went from being a soldier in the war, to becoming the worlds biggest criminal," you heard him gulp, as you rubbed his back, and kissed his chest ever so slightly. "Though I am, most thankful for you," his tone changes into a passionate one. "I don't even understand you sometimes, with all these me mes?? but never the less, you make me happy doll, even if you were scared of me at first, I am glad you made the move when you did." He says stroking your back, giving you a kiss on top of your forehead.

You two had been dancing until all his songs had played, and the playlist stopped.

"So do you like my music?" He asks pulling away and looking at you in the eyes

"I love it, just like I love you" you smiled