Avengers Oneshots

Gay New York, 1938|Stucky

A/N: Hi, howyadurn. I have been given a request to do this in some form. I don't know how it'll turn out, but y'all can give requests at the bottom because I get bored easily. So. Onto the gay shat that I do. Told from Bucky's point of view.

I watched Steve adjust his suit a little bit because we were going out with Dot and Maggie, a pair of closeted lesbians, to a dance hall in Harlem. It's the 30s and our homosexual asses want to go out in public being our queer-ass selves. In Harlem, there are gay bars and dance halls and drag performances and we all love it there, but we don't have enough money to buy a house or two there, so we travel by bus.

Dot and Maggie came downstairs, Dot wearing a button-up shirt and a pair of pants with her hair slicked back nicely. Maggie wore a slinky, form-fitting dress that showed off her curves. Steve and I were both wearing suits. We arrived at the dance hall half an hour later, Steve holding my hand affectionately as Dot had Maggie hanging on her arm.

The guards were flirting with each other when we walked up to the front door.

"Bonjour. Two gay couples, yes?" Asked one of the guards in a heavy French accent. We all nodded and the pair let us past. Dot and Maggie took to the dance floor right away, confidence radiating off of the pair. Steve and I were more hesitant because neither of us really liked people that much and Steve isn't very good at dancing.

Eventually Steve pulled me to the dance floor after taking off his shoes so he could stand on my feet without hurting me, though it really doesn't matter because of how light he is. I stood still for a moment so he could put his feet on mine before helping Steve place his hands because he is my awkward little boyfriend. Then we danced.

Steve was leaning against me so he didn't fall backwards and I held him tight. He seemed more at ease as our dance progressed, making small talk with me as I patiently listened and answered whenever he asked a question.

We danced the night away, holding each other and when we got home, the girls raced upstairs, exhausted and ready to spoon in bed. Steve and I got changed into our bed clothes and I laid in bed, waiting for Steve to finish a piece of art he got the idea to do while we were dancing.

He finally put it down and laid down before spooning me. I thought it was precious that my little asthmatic boyfriend wanted to spoon me, a healthy, strong man who is a foot taller than him. I let him do it and we fell asleep like that.

A/N:Thanks for the request. Sorry if it's crap, lol