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I do, I do, I do, I do!
I don't really want to be here, at this... party. I want to go home. Sam and Natasha dragged me here, to this party, in Stark Tower. But it's a lot of noise. Too much noise and I'm trying to keep calm by chuckling at Sam and Nat, who are both dazzling the room and talking and flirting. I'm glad to sit in the corner and be asocial.
Natasha and Sam are like my siblings, almost. We fight all the time but are truly inseparable. Nat's the youngest, and she does always get what she wants. Mostly because we're all still a little scared of her. Sam acts like the oldest, even though that's me. I'm kind of like the middle child; easily forgotten about. Like now, for instance. But I'm not complaining.
"Not joining the fun, huh?" I look back to see Tony Stark, the host of this party.
"Thought you were off getting drunk," I reply. Tony raises a bottle of beer.
"I am. You didn't answer my question."
"You call that fun?" I gesture to the room.
"Yeah. What would you call it?"
"Unnecessary noise. And lights. And... people. Unnecessary, honestly." I say. Tony gestures to the door.
"You're free to leave."
"I carpooled."
"Call an Uber. Or a Lyft. Or-oh, look, it's Steve. Excuse me." Tony slides away, the crowd parting for him and then swallowing him up.
"What?" I whip my head around, then immediately blush. It is Steve. I would recognize his blond hair and blue eyes anywhere.
Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom.
Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume...
I have a crush on Steve. And now he's here. He probably won't notice me. I think. But I kinda want him to...
"What do I do?" I mutter.
I glance around the room, and my eyes catch on Natasha, who's still dazzling everyone. I stand, not entirely sure of what I'm doing, and walk to her. I tap Nat on the shoulder. When she turns, I whisper to her,
"This one's mine."
She follows my gaze to Steve. Looks back at me. Winks. And then, just like that, she's disappeared into the crowd.
I try to scramble after her, but the crowd is a bit too much for me. She, however, slips through it, right to him. He grabs her arm, and she leads him until we're face-to-face. Another wink. She's gone.
I look at the face in front of me. The sky blue eyes, the golden hair, the kind face...
Look into your eyes,
And the sky's the limit...
"Hi, I'm Steve!" Steve introduces.
"Hi. Uhm, I-I'm Bucky." I stutter, a bit breathless. Steve notices, and asks,
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Just the... the crowd. I'm fine! I'm good!"
"Oh, yeah, the crowd is a bit much. Tony... goes overboard. Want to go over there?" Steve gestures to an out-of-the-way couch.
"Sure." I smile, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.
"Great!" Steve starts towards the couch, and I hurry to catch up, hardly believing my luck.
By the end of the night, I have Steve's number.