Another Cliché Love Story // S. Rogers & B. Barnes

twenty five

Bucky

Bucky closed his eyes and straightened his back. He ignored the gasps that echoed around the room, as well as Shuri's "oh hell no" and tried to get his breathing steadied.

What the fuck is she doing here?

His eyes popped open and he groaned under his breath, dropping his head into his hands.

Steve said she had taken up dancing. I just didn't think...gods, of course it would be my crew.

Cursing his existence, Bucky finally turned to face the icy glare of Sharon Carter, who was dressed in leggings and a baggy tee he instantly recognized as one of Brock's.

Gods, was she fucking everybody?

"I'm sorry, did I hear you wrong, or did you just insult my best dancer?" Wanda's venomous voice brought Bucky back to the present, and he cringed as Sharon tossed her head back and laughed loudly.

"I'm sorry, did I hear you wrong, or did you just call Bucky your best dancer?" Bucky watched as Wanda's hands clenched into fists, and he decided to finally step up to her.

"You don't get to call me Bucky; my name is James to you." His cold voice reached Sharon and she turned her gaze onto him, rolling her eyes. Wanda took a step forward, ready to punch her, but Bucky finally reached her, putting an arm out in front of her body.

As if remembering he was there, Wanda turned her head and a smirk formed on her face. She glanced between Bucky and Sharon, her smirk widening.

"You don't believe me? Fine. Bucky, show her what you got." Wanda glared at the other blonde, who looked like she was ready to stick her tongue out at Wanda in a childish act of defiance.

Bucky's eyes snapped to Wanda's and he opened his mouth to protest, but the rest of the crew seemed to love the idea, clapping and cheering for him to put her in her place. He shrugged and stalked over to Shuri, who tossed him her phone.

Bucky scrolled through her playlist until he found a song and pressed play.

He shook himself up, bouncing from foot to foot as he waited for the music to start. When the first drum beat vibrated the ground, he was quick to match it.

Bucky felt consumed by the music, so much so that all of his surroundings fell away until it was only him, his reflection, and the music. He forgot all about everyone else in the room, forgot that all eyes were on him, forgot that he was being judged and placed next to very high expectations.

Little did he know, he shattered those expectations.

When he finished, Bucky was sweating and his chest rose and fell heavily, his ears buzzing with the cheers and whistles coming from the other side of the room.

A wide grin fell on Bucky's lips and he straightened from his crouched position, running a hand through his hair before wiping his forehead as he turned around. Tony ran up to him, giving him a towel, his eyes wide.

He didn't say anything, just nodded his head towards the entrance to the dance room. Bucky's gaze followed his motion, and he felt his heart stop.

His vision blurred until the only clear thing he could see was the boy in the doorway, frozen himself in shock, his mouth open as wide as his eyes that wouldn't move from Bucky's figure.

The two of them were locked in a stalemate, both staring at each other. Steve's jaw was dropped, and Bucky's eyebrows were furrowed.

After a few seconds, Wanda came up to Bucky and clapped her hand on Bucky's shoulder, drawing him back to the present.

"Hey, Steve."