Dance With Me
A/N: I watched Kingsman: the secret service last night and the song Give it up was stuck in my head so here’s my inspired imagine.
Gif not mine
Warnings: Slight cursing
Summary: Bucky catches reader dancing.
Bucky heard the music all the way in the kitchen. “What the hell is that girl listening to?”
When he entered the living room he couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his face. Y/N dancing away, unknown was his presence, and he was gonna keep it that way.
He hid his body half way behind the door frame and watched her dance. She made funny faces while she moved and pumped her fist. She looked like a belly dancer, the way she moved her hips was so fluid. She wasn’t trying to look good, but the joy she displayed made her look so beautiful to him.
“Are you forgetting I’m a trained assassin, and there’s no way you could get away with watching me?” She was laughing at him, but didn’t falter in her moves. Not once.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m only here for the music.”
Cocky bastard, she thought.
“Well in that case.” Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him to the center of the room. “Come dance with me.”
Bucky didn’t move except for to look down at his toes. She wouldn’t have his shyness right now when he should be having fun. Y/N took ahold of his hand while she bounced from foot to foot, waving her hair around and trying to get him to move.
“What was the disco era like Buck? Did you grow an afro? Wear bell bottoms?” She paused to fake surprise with a gasp, “did you smoke weed?”
He chuckled. She was being ridiculous, dancing around to disco and asking questions she already knew the answer to.
“You already know I wasn’t allowed that kind of fun, but if I was I’m sure I would have been all about the flower power man.”
She laughed out loud, throwing her head back and cackling like a witch. Her laugh was so hilarious he almost couldn’t contain his. Here he was, standing in front of a deadly assassin, who could seduce men with the skill of a siren, snap necks with her bare hands, rob you blind without you ever knowing she was there, and she was acting like a huge dork. Man he loved this woman.
“Tell me about the 70′s Bucky.” She was still bouncing around but she had released his hands, finally giving up on making him dance.
“I don’t remember the 70′s Y/N I was barley huma-”
“I don’t care make it up.” She interrupted him before he could say anything self damaging.
He thought for a minute. “Everyone had flowers in their hair, and went bare foot. They loved poetry, and believed wholeheartedly in world peace.”
“And you don’t?” She had stopped dancing now.
“No.” He answered simply. “World peace isn’t possible when greed and hate still exist.”
“Well I like to be optimistic, and I say it is possible.”
He smiled at her. “Then it is possible. As long as you say so.”
She went back to dancing and this time she had hands in hers and a partner to jump around with. Neither of them could stop smiling. Maybe there was something in the water but Bucky was having a lot of fun acting like a fool with Y/N. She brought out his inner child and it was a feeling Bucky had missed out on for 70 years.
Y/N’s heart felt weightless and like a hundred pounds all at once. She loved seeing Bucky this way. A boyish smile decorating his face, not hiding his emotions for once. Just living in the moment with her and looking like he was having the time of his life made her so happy. She really loved this man.
When she turned around she had to double over with a loud cackle, before she joined him in dancing the disco. He laughed harder than she had, at the funny face she made. She really is a wild one.
“Get dressed,” he said, “we’ll go to an actual disco.”
She squealed. “Give me thirty minutes!”
Steve closed the door to the living room. After witnessing what he just had he definitely didn’t want to interrupt. His best friend dancing around like that, was the most fun he’s seen him have since being back, and he wasn’t going to ruin that. He smiled to himself, grabbed his coffee cup from the kitchen counter and walked back to his room.