Notes: TBD.
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"Didn't know you could dance," Clint is stopped from his stealthy retreat by a pair of hands on his sides. One metal and one flesh. He turns to find Bucky grinning at him. "You can sing, play, and dance. What other surprises are you holding out on me?"
"An insatiable love for horrible television," Clint says only half-jokingly as Bucky pulls him the rest of the way out of the ballroom someone had rented for this hellish thing. Clint relaxes as soon as he can't feel the buzzing of too many people around him. PR may be having a field day with this meet and greet the Avengers thing, but Clint is only one snotty question about how useful he really is in the field away from ruining all the good publicity they've generated so far. "I was a performer in a circus, I know how to entertain."
Bucky opens a door to something that looks like a large closet. It's roomy enough to be an apartment but the walls are lined with empty racks and shelves. It's quiet and still there in a way that Clint's been craving since the night began. The music from the room seeps in reluctantly through the walls, a slow song with no words.
"Entertain me then," Bucky says and moves into a dancing position and pulls Clint even closer.
"That shouldn't be too hard," Clint snaps back but the smile he wears takes all the bite out of it as he follows Bucky's lead. They're swaying and shuffling more than dancing despite the fact that Clint knows Bucky is no slouch at dancing himself. It's alright though. Clint doesn't really feel like putting on a show right now. He lets himself get pulled closer and puts his head down on Bucky's shoulder. Letting the tension that's been building in him go slowly. "I hate these things."
"Hm," Bucky hums in wordless agreement. His face turns into Clint's and they dance in silence. Taking comfort in each other before they have to go back out to face the crowds.
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