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On break to check in with Cass and AJ goofing off at home with Sam and Bucky, she'd drifted closer to the music. She watched riveted by the choreographer and the way she controlled her body to the beat. Sarah was beyond intrigued, wanting to exude that same confidence and allure. She didn't know when she'd get the time to do it, but she wanted to be that woman badly enough to at least give it a go.

She was able to make a few of the classes in the beginning to get the basics of movements and vital stretches to strengthen her core and control. Then she found the instructor was more than happy to record the classes fer Sarah so she could follow along at home.

Their father's old office that became their mother's den after he passed sat unused after she too was gone. When Bucky had started coming round more, she'd offered to clean it up and turn to a guest room fer him, but though he was often in tow when Sam came home, he disappeared shortly after, visits lasting no longer than 3 days. Plus, he was never idle long in his visits. He spent so much time with Sam and the boys, volunteering for homework duty and shopping with the way they both were growing, repairs around the house. He was constantly in motion it seemed.

Sometimes she could coax him out to the porch and get him to plant his butt in the swing with her as they listened to the symphony of a warm Delacroix night. They'd sip on some chilled sweet tea or lemonade, maybe even a beer in companionable silence. Sometimes she hummed a wordless tune, other times he'd name the creatures he could hear contributing to their nighttime concert, enthralled by the wildlife facts she knew, which she'd obviously passed down to Cass.

Anywhos, back to the office. Sarah enlisted her ever energetic sons to help with the cleaning out of it and when Bucky was in town, she'd make some time to snag him and thrift shop pieces to go in the new studio she was making for self. She also insisted on finding a sofa bed so if Bucky ever needed a bit more privacy, the option would be available.

Now she's got this restored space with pieces of her parents unearthed and adding so much peace into it. She uses it daily for stretches, even buying additional yoga mats fer Cass and AJ so those two could learn to channel some of that energy and release it. She'd noticed getting them together fer a cooldown session after homework, chores, dinner, showers and right before bed helped them sleep longer. It was nice something she set out to have fer herself still benefitted her family.

It'd been weeks of her following along with the class. She'd even began to record herself, putting both recordings on the mounted tv in a split screen AJ showed her how to do. This way she could compare with Nessi on technique as well as her most recent vid to her past ones to see the improvement.

It was one day she'd had the whole house to herself and prep for the weekend rush at the restaurant had been taken care of early. So she set to do a dress rehearsal recording in the outfit in the above video. And it'd be just her luck that Bucky, who wasn't due in until tomorrow, showed up early and used the key he'd been given when his knocks had gone unanswered but he could hear music from inside.

He was unprepared for the sight of her beautiful body in motion with more of it exposed than ever before and he gladly drank up every second of it. He knew of her classes, she'd gushed about how much she enjoyed them and what he'd imagined was nothing compared to the reality. She was glorious, powerful and incredibly sexy standing still. Moving to the musuc the way she was only doubled her desirability. He's unsure how long he'd watched from the door but the music winding down let him know he should make his presence known without coming off like an entire creep.

Bucky backed out of the doorway and out of the shot he was yet unaware he'd been very visible in, making it to the door backwards as familiar as he was with the Wilson's home. Quietly he reopened it, closing it harder to be heard over the music still pumping throughout the house and in his veins with the memory of her dancing.

"Anybody home? It's me, Bucky." He threw in to his schtick, moving to place his bag by the couch in its usual spot before ambling towards the kitchen and the cold glass of water his overthirsty ass was in desperate need of.

The music paused abruptly, Sarah letting out a quiet "Shit" in a rushed, somewhat frantic voice. "I'm in the studio, Bucky. It's just me, the boys are at their cousin's house until tomorrow afternoon." Her response was partially muffled as she bounced around the room, Bucky imagining her changing from her dance number. He was fighting a losing battle to try and forget how she looked in it, trying not to visualize her fully out of it. Bucky sucked back his second glass of ice cold water.

When she appeared around the corner in a pair of cutoff shorts stopping just above her knees and a plaid sleeveless pullover, she was wearing a matching flustered look, shy, almost guilty and he was aching to know what thoughts she'd had before joining him to put that look on her face.

Bucky looked down and then jumped a little to find his tac vest had a gaping hole, which was simmering away at the sides. He quickly patted it out. It hurt one hand more than the other. “That doesn’t actually happen as often as you think,” he explained lamely.

She raised her eyebrow higher and Bucky felt his heart sink even further into the happy, soft spot his chest had become. “But all the rest of this is normal?” She gestured to him and then the window.

“Well…yeah. But not usually the same window twice. Hey, my friend’s from down here. I know a couple of the local…con…tractors… You probably do too,” he decided sheepishly.

“Who in the world do you know down here?”

“Well, you know, Captain America is kind of my best friend,” he bragged. “He likes to think he’s a big deal around here.”

Finally, a small smile broke out across her face and Bucky felt all reason leave his head. The battle was forgotten. Said best friend was forgotten. The simmering jacket, dripping wounds, all forgotten. If she just kept smiling at him, all secretive, just between the two of them, he’d never complain about anything again in his life. Except, maybe, not being able to see it every second of the day.

“Yeah? What else do you think about him?” she asked with amusement.

And that was a loaded question. Because Bucky could talk about Sam all day, the good and the bad. But this poor, beautiful woman probably didn’t care about the way he drank milk straight from the carton. And it’s not like Sam was around to hear, so he could be a little complimentary. “Well, don’t tell him, but he’s pretty cool. He’d deserve the attention. But if you tell him, his head’ll get too big and he won’t be able to fly, so, y’know, just between us.”

“Just between us, hm? Would that make me an honorary superhero?”

“If you let me buy some of these pastries off of you, it definitely would.”

“Right now? In the middle of–” A well timed explosion rained bits of robot down on a field or marsh or something a little ways down the road. “Sam said you had a sweet tooth.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed. He did. And the food down here was better than almost anything else he’d had. Not that, again, he was going to tell Sam that. Wait, Sam? “Wait, what?”

Concurrently

Sarah had not meant to stay in the shop while there was superhero nonsense happening outside. It was just... there were only two minutes left on the last batch of beignets in the oil. She just wanted to pull them out, turn off the stove, and get out the back door.

And she had finished them. She'd just put them on a pan and turned to set the pan on the last cooling rack in the kitchen when something came crashing through the beautiful bay windows of the dining room.

A tangle of sprawling limbs and dark clothes rolled to a stop with a shower of glass in the middle of her cafe as a giant robot stomped away outside. The man got to his feet slowly, shaking off the remains of her window from his shoulders. She spent too long trying to figure out which one he was, so that the heat of the pan scorched through the oven mitt and she dropped it in shock. The man turned around with as much shock in his expression.

And then–and Sarah didn’t think it was proud to notice this–his gaze softened and his eyes got wide for a whole different reason. It made something warm and satisfied bloom in her belly.

“Hi,” he said, leaning against one of the decorative half walls she’d left up during the rennovation. “I’m Bucky.”

She knew this. She’d put it together when the gash in his jacket had revealed a metal arm on his left side. Bucky was one of the ones always tailing after Sam. He was a familiar name in her brother’s stories. “I know who you are,” she said. “Aren’t you supposed to be out there?”

They both looked at the street again. A car went flying down the way and took out a line of robot-things. They looked like Rock ‘Em/Sock ‘Ems, which had been annoyingly funny at first. More annoying than funny now.

"Uh, yeah sorry for dropping in like this. It just, y’know, smelled so good." He waved his hand at the beignets on the ground. They had smelled so good. She hated this superhero/super bad guy nonsense.

It was kind of hurting her chest in a sad and angry way to keep looking at the perfect ruined beignets, so she looked at him again. Sam had a couple of pictures of the other hero, but he was more handsome in person. When he wasn’t scowling and making a rude gesture at a camera, or passed out on a cargo jet. Those were a lot of Sam’s pictures of him.

Then she jumped a little as she noticed flames sprout and die at his chest. “You’re on fire,” she said. She’d started to reach down for the towel she’d had when she realized he was grinning and lounging instead of doing something about it.

“Thank you. I'm kind of out of practice but--" he started to say, all confidence and charm.

Actually, he could put out his own flames. "No, you're literally on fire. Look at your jacket."

He looked down at himself–and, again, Sarah didn’t think it was proud to notice he seemed reluctant to look away–then balked and began to pat himself ember-less again. “Sorry, that doesn’t happen as often as you’d think.”

Sarah thought about the jets in Sam’s wings. She’d used to tease him that he was scorching his ass clean off, but he’d never actually caught on fire. “But the rest of this is normal?” she pointed out, gesturing behind him.

Bucky followed her point and shrugged. “Well…yeah. But not usually the same window twice.” Then he seemed to get distracted, and pivoted quickly. “Hey, my friend’s from down here. I know a couple of the local…con…tractors…” He slowed down until he was practically wringing a hat that wasn’t actually in his hands. “You probably do too,” he finished.

Then, because he’d crashed through her window and was doing a not fantastic job of either flirting or keeping his eyes to himself, she decided to push her luck a little. “Who in the world do you know down here?” 

“Well, you know, Captain America is kind of my best friend,” he bragged. “He likes to think he’s a big deal around here.”

Sarah couldn’t stop her smile. She was so going to lay into Sam for not showing her off. She bet Bucky knew what the boys looked like. Sam was always bragging on them. But Bucky definitely didn’t know her. “Yeah? What else do you think about him?” she asked.

“Well, don’t tell him, but he’s pretty cool. He’d deserve the attention. But if you tell him, his head’ll get too big and he won’t be able to fly, so, y’know, just between us.”

“Just between us, hm? Would that make me a honorary superhero?” she teased.

“If you let me buy some of these pastries off of you, it definitely would.” And, for some reason, he was looking at the beignets on the floor instead of anything in the display shelf, which she was probably going to have to scrap anyway after all of this.

“Right now? In the middle of–” At that exact moment something exploded outside and she ducked away on instinct. She was blaming her distraction on the fact that she said, “Sam said you had a sweet tooth.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed airly. Then she watched her words catch up in real time. “Wait, what?”