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SHUCKY DRABBLE: It’s a hobby of mine, to surprise you.

Fluffy drabble for an unusual pairing, but I love them both. Thanks again to @andtheraincamefalling and @vlavlaweasley, I love both of them too. N x

It was 3am, when she heard it. A loud thud, that startled the young blonde from her slumber, sitting bolt upright, eyes wide as she seized her gun from its secret compartment behind the headboard.

“Buck, did you hear that?” Sharon said, her voice little more than an anxious whisper. “Buck?”

She glanced down at the pillow next to her, and her heart stopped for a second when she found herself staring only at an empty pillow.

“Buck?” She repeated, a little louder now, as she crawled to the edge of the bed to scan the floor for any sign of him, just in case.

Another bang, this one somewhat duller than the last, caused her to jump slightly, holding back a startled gasp.

She bit her lip for a moment, running through a small plan in her head, before slowly easing herself of the bed and padding across the cool wooden floor, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Pausing for a second to listen for anyone coming her way, Sharon opened the door just far enough for her to squeeze through, then moved stealthily towards the living room, armed and ready to shoot.

A third thump, though this time followed by a familiar irritated grumble. “Fucking table, piece of shit.”

Sharon breathed a small sigh of relief, placing her weapon down on a nearby table and heading into the room.

“Bucky, what the hell are you…?” She paused, taking in the sight in front of her. Bucky Barnes, clad only in a pair of black sweat pants and black socks, angrily hopping around with his left foot clutched in his hands, and a look of discomfort mixed with pure annoyance etched on his face.

Bucky glanced up at her, his face flushing bright red with embarrassment as he promptly lost his balance and tumbled backwards onto the black leather sofa.

Sharon had to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling at him. “Well…?”

Bucky sighed, sitting forwards with his eyes fixed firmly on the floor, hoping that his now furious blush would go away. “I was trying to…” he tipped his head towards the laptop on the coffee table. “To learn to dance, properly I mean, the waltz…” He trailed off, closing his eyes and wishing the ground would swallow him up as the gorgeous blonde agent came over and dropped into the spot next to him.

“Oh Bucky, you don’t have to be embarrassed you know? I find it quite sweet that you’re learning to dance.”

“Re-learning.” He corrected her, a small, sad smile gracing his features. “I think I used to know how to do this, but, I don’t really remember how.” He sighed, sounding somewhat defeated, tilting his head just enough to take in her, slightly amused but perfectly sweet expression. “I’m taking a class tomorrow; Sam’s Aunt runs it…I just, at Stark’s charity ball, I didn’t want you to be stuck with the guy who couldn’t dance.”

Sharon smiled, shifting slightly to take the hand of his metal arm. “Bucky, you know that even if you were the worst dancer in the world, even if you stepped on all my toes and made me dizzy, I’d still have danced with you all night.”

Bucky nodded. “I know, but I wanted to surprise you,” He blushed once more “It’s kind of a hobby of mine.”

Sharon giggled, leaning over to press a small, tender kiss against the soldier’s lips. “Okay Mr Romantic, you surprise me with your dancing skills, then maybe after the ball I can surprise you.”

Bucky looked at her confused for a second, then it clicked “Oh, you mean…”

“Mmmhmm…” Sharon winked, standing up and heading towards the door. “Practice hard, Sergeant Barnes.”