Works I Dont Know What To Do With

“If you speak I leave.” Bucky says and he’s straddling him, Steve doesn’t know how he didn’t hear him come in. But Bucky's on top of him with Steve’s face held in a vice grip and Steve is blinking trying to find out if this is a dream or not. After a second he swallows and nods, relaxing completely. Bucky looks at him for another second before letting go completely letting Steve sag into the bed. 

Steve can’t take his eyes off him, and tries to control the small breath in when Bucky reaches his flesh hand up and starts mapping his face. A warm familiar palm against his cheek, that has his eyes fluttering. They dip and press and Steve doesn’t know when he started to hold his breath until Bucky is rubbing soothingly against his chest like he did when Steve was sick. He lets out the breath and Bucky sighs with him. He runs his hands through Steve's hair and travels down again. Bucky frowns and Steve so badly wants to ask about what but he doesn’t he stays silent, letting the unsaid words hang in the air like smog. 

Bucky's eyes flicker down and finally a thumb brushes against his lower lip, and Steve stills. Bucky's eyes flicker to Steve’s, and for a second there Steve’s scared that his face might show fear. Not of having the Winter Soldier towering over him, but because Bucky was touching him so so gently, and he knows that this man doesn’t know what that means to Steve; scared that knowledge will spook him.

Bucky seems to relax though, as he searches Steve’s eyes, looking back down as he skims lightly over Steve’s lower lip maddeningly. His other hand comes up to cup his cheek, surprisingly warm. 

Steve’s sure his heart almost gives out when Bucky starts leaning forward, knows his eyes are wide as Bucky creeps imposingly closer. Especially since Bucky staring into his eyes with an intensity that has Steve wanting to squirm. 

Bucky finally rests their foreheads together briefly frowning at the gesture before going down and pressing his lips against the thump still on Steve’s lips. 

Eddie ducked his head, trying to swallow past the lump in his throat and the swoop in his stomach. “Yeah I used to go out dancing a lot.” He tried to keep his voice steady as he dried the plates, nonchalant.

Buck was Buck however, so Eddie knew he heard it. “You did?”

“Shannon...before-” and Eddie did have to take a breath at that, setting down the plate before he broke it, “before all of that, we used to go dancing every weekend. Dance classes or just to clubs. If there was one thing that my family approved of, it was how good she was at dancing.” His family didn’t try to hide their disdain for her even in the beginning, but they all begrudgingly had to admit that at least she was a gringa that could keep a beat. 

“I’m sorry.” Buck said softly. Eddie shrugged, words failing him. They finished up the rest of the dishes in that far away pocket of silence they had created.

It wasn’t broken until Buck shoved a beer at him, as Eddie just blinked at him. He hadn’t even seen the man move.

 “Do you miss it?”

“What?”

“Do you miss dancing?” Buck continued. “Because from the way Chris has been telling it, you used to love it a lot.” 

And it was just like Buck to see right through him. God he missed dancing, how smooth it felt, just letting loose and letting himself flow with it. 

“Yeah I miss it. Not many people who I could ask to come with me then.” A smile broke out, warmth blossoming even amongst the hurt,  “Except Christopher, he’s danced with me.” Christopher knew it was something that Eddie loved and sometimes when Eddie felt a little down, Christopher would be there demanding that he dance with him to any music Eddie had. Honestly, yeah, he missed dancing, but those moments would always be the most special.

“He is a charmer.” Buck said and when Eddie looked up Buck’s were impossibly proud and warm. Eddie wasn’t quite sure why his stomach swooped like it did, maybe eating that much hadn’t been a good idea. “Why haven’t you asked anyone, I’m sure there are loads of people that would wanna dance with you.” 

“Not many people to choose from.” Eddie sipped at his beer weighing the pros and cons of actually looking for some dance places, it wasn’t like he was settling down to marry, it was just dancing. But it felt oddly hollow the thought of dancing with strangers. When he looked up and saw Buck looking at him thoughtfully.

“You ok?”

“What if I went with you?”

“Went with me where?”

“Dancing! We could take a class together or go out! I’m sure there are ones in LA, there has to be. We could do it if you wanted.”

Eddie blinked at him in shock for a second.

“No offense Buck, but I don’t really see you as being the dancing type.” Eddie said, finally; smile already spreading

“Hey fuck you I’m a great dancer!” 

“All that club dancing that’s just basically grinding doesn’t count.” Eddie said, giving him a knowing look. 

Buck rolled his eyes, “I know more than grinding, that was all Buck 1.0, I’m a new man now.” Buck puffed up proudly when he said it. Eddie’s smile turned a little softer. 

“Ok white boy” It didn’t mean he would stop teasing him though. 

“Fine then you’ll just have to teach me.” Buck said matter of fact with a small smile on his lips as he picked up another plate and started washing again. “Bet you’d be a great teacher, and I pick things up quickly.” 

Eddie was silent for a second just boring a hole into the side of Buck’s head because sometimes he couldn’t quite tell if Buck was real or not. Buck didn’t seem too bothered by it, he stacked wet plates in front of Eddie for drying and didn’t seem to notice that Eddie hadn’t picked one up for a second. The idea of dancing wasn’t bad. Honestly if he was real with himself that sounded like a great idea. There was no way he could get mixed up about who he was dancing with. Buck and Shannon were nothing alike, and while Eddie was pretty sure Buck didn’t know how to dance the way Eddie meant it, Buck wasn’t lying when he said that he was a quick learner. That and he really did miss dancing. He’d always been tactile, fighting had probably been a very negative way to just let his body be physical again, but dancing was always his go to. 

“I’ll even let you lead for the first few classes.” Buck said, breaking the silence and Eddie from his thoughts. 

“Let me lead?” Eddie said incredulously, bumping his shoulder good naturedly, happy when it made Buck laugh. 

“Yeah I betcha I can figure it out fast enough I’ll be leading before you know it.” It’s a taunt and Eddie's good at not rising to the bait Buck threw at him, the little challenges but there’s a spark of something in his eyes that Eddie wanted to chase. 

What the hell. No hurt in trying. He can’t help the smile.

“Oh you’re on.”

XxXxX

Honestly Eddie forgot about it. They went on to talking about other things, and they were both busy as everything, so he thought it was just Buck musing, a Buck fantasy. That is until Buck shoves a paper in his face. “I found a class, Eddie!” 

He looked down at the sheet raising an eyebrow. “Class?” He was smiling anyway because Buck’s smile was so wide it looked like it would split his face in two and Eddie had never been able to resist the infectiousness of that kind of smile from the guy. Then he finally looked down, and his other eyebrow raised with the other. “A dancing class.”

It was a flyer promoting a beginners to intermediate class of all types of styles of dance that mostly lined up with latin dances such as salsa, bachata, or tango, but also said they were open to hip hop, swing, and a few others. There were options for smaller classes and larger classes, and whether you were doing more social dances or more ballroom type settings. 

Buck nodded excitedly. “Yeah, what do you know, It was just on the billboard of that coffee shop we like! I was gonna start researching places soon, but I hadn’t had the time, but then I saw this and it looked perfect!” 

“Ah, very old school.” Eddie said and Buck laughed. 

Eddie didn’t even think Buck had remembered the conversation but he should have known better, Buck always took things that Eddie loved to heart. 

Eddie was quiet for a second, still processing, and Eddie could see Buck’s smile start to waver, his bubbly attitude start to deflate to the pinpricks of nervous energy. “Unless you don’t want to... “ 

“It’s a couples class?” Eddie said dumbly, wincing when that just made Buck reach up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Well yeah but I thought they usually were? Like you have to have a partner, but - i mean- is that… we don’t have to go I just-” 

Eddie laughed softly, placing a hand on Buck’s shoulder just to ease him a bit more. “No Buck, this is perfect.”

And just like Eddie hoped Buck beamed. 

“So Tuesday nights? We can skip this week and then see if we can get Carla to cover for us and get our dance on!”

John had been staring off into space for near 15 minutes before he announced to the room, “I think we should rob a bank” 

Tim, who had been determined to take a spiteful nap on company time, forgot his general air of anger for a moment;  feet thumping off the desk as he leaned forward, eyes wide. “You think we should what?” There was something like doubtfully hopeful wonder in his voice.

“You want to do what?” Martin hissed in a shrill contrast, started enough to slosh his tea down his front. A volley of swears followed after.

Jon, enigmatic, all knowing, tired, just smirked. 

“Rob a bank.” John said again, lips quirking up, his usual smugness oozing off him. For once no one mentioned it. 

Tim had upgraded from blinking dumbly to a broad toothy smile.  It had been awhile since Tim had smiled, his muscles weren’t used to it anymore. If this plan continued maybe there would be more time to practice.

“Basira!” Tim crowed excitedly, “Basira, get in here John’s gone mad!” 

Martin sighed from where he was carefully dabbing at his vest.

Basira, trained at this point to associate yelling with emergency, didn't take long to get to the room. When she saw that Tim of all people was turning a delighted manic grin on John of all people, she knew it was serious.

“What are you on about?” She said training one practiced questionable eyebrow on them. 

“He wants to rob a bank.” Martin said, the disapproval heavy in his tone.

Basira’s other eyebrow raised to match the other. 

“I’m just saying I know where the cameras are and the code to the vault is.” John said nonchalantly, “either we get money to fix up the archive or I get arrested.  I would love to see what Elias does when his precious Archivist gets put in jail.”

“You crazy bastard.” Tim said brightly, and in a rare moment of solidarity John grinned back. 

“You’re serious about this aren’t you.” Martin was still stuck on stunned. 

“As a heart attack.” Jon said, “Now I have a plan, but Basira it would be a lot more handy if you would join in too.” 

“You do realize.” Basira started, crossing her arms “That I’m a cop.”

“Ex-Cop.” John corrected. 

Basira glared, unimpressed.

“Oh come on Basira, we’d get to fuck over Elias.” Tim said gleeful.

“Yeah, I bet he’s listening in right now.” Basira pointed up and did a little circle like she was encompassing all of the 24/7 watching. 

“Which is why, we do it today.” Jon grin was cheeky.

“Today!” Martin asked, scandalized. “Isn’t that a bit early don’t you think?”

“Elias had business a few towns over he may see us coming,” Jon said, “, but even he can’t travel that fast. If it’s done now he won’t have a chance.”

“So it’s now or never.” Martin sighed wiping at his face.