Chapter 2
By: MysticFantasy
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It was day one and Steve was feeling a little nervous as he waited for Natasha to arrive. It was very early in the morning and Steve could understand why the spy wasn't there yet. The only reason he was even awake was because of his time with the army, which meant he was always the first one awake every morning. Once certain things were drilled into your head it's hard to get rid of them.
Right now the super soldier was clad in his tan pants, a plain white t-shirt and white sneakers standing alone in the gym where his first dance lesson was going to take place.
His stomach was in knots about the whole thing for various reasons. One of the reasons he was nervous was because he was going to dance with Natasha. He was afraid of stepping on her feet and hurting her. She was tough but Steve wasn't sure how'd she react after a super soldier stepped on her toes.
The other reason that Steve was a little anxious was because he remembered the first promise of a dance lesson by a beautiful woman. He was finally getting the lesson but it was seventy years later and by a different woman.
It hadn't taken long for Steve to see a similarity between Natasha Romanoff and Peggy Carter. They were almost one in the same and at times it troubled Steve a little when he was around Natasha. She was tough like Peggy and she wasn't afraid to show it. Especially to men which was something that always made Steve both nervous and smile inside.
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The blond looked up when he heard the door open and spotted Natasha walking over to the clear area he was standing in. She was wearing a blank tank top with black jogging pants and black shoes. A small radio was clutched in her hand.
"Sorry I'm late." she said placing the radio down.
"No problem. Haven't been here that long." Steve replied.
"Alright. So, tell me what you know about dancing."
"Not very much." Steve answered. "I just know that you have to move around a lot to music."
"Well, that's the basics and that's good." Natasha said. "I decided that it would be best to teach you something classic. It'll be easier to learn."
"Thank you." Steve said with a smile.
Natasha smiled before turning on the radio which started to play classical tango music.
Steve smiled hearing the familiar music fill the room. He hadn't realized how much he missed the music that he once thought was annoying and played too often. Now, in his mind, it almost felt like old times watching Bucky dance with any pretty dame that walked up to the sergeant.
"Ok, come here." Natasha said.
Steve walked over and stood in front of her. He tensed a little when Natasha walked closer to him until there was very little space between them.
"Ok, put your hand on my back and hold my hand like this." she instructed grabbing his left hand and placing it around to her mid back while she held the other in the air and her available hand placed on his shoulder. "This'll be the tango. It's easy enough and it'll sure shut Stark up for a while when he sees us dance it."
"Right." Steve said hoping that Natasha didn't notice he was blushing, which he was sure she did notice. Hardly anything got past her notice due to her years as a spy.
"Ok, because you're the guy you're going to lead."
"I would like to apologize ahead of time if I accidentally step on your feet." Steve said.
Natasha chuckled.
"Ok. Let's give it a try." she said.
Steve lightly sighed and began to follow her instructions.
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Three hours later, Steve was having breakfast alone in the kitchen. Surprisingly, he hadn't stepped on Natasha's feet during the lesson although it had taken him a while to get a hang of the basic steps.
Natasha had been very supportive and patient. Steve had been sure that she would have snapped his head off a few times but she hadn't. They had practiced tirelessly. Both of them wanting the same goal of proving to Tony that he wasn't always right despite his genius mind.
"So, how'd the first lesson go?"
Steve looked up from his breakfast to see Tony walking in with his usual arrogant and smug atmostphere.
"Classified." Steve answered.
"Alright, alright. I see how it is. That bad huh? How many of her toes did you break?"
"I didn't step on her feet."
Tony gave Steve a surprised look.
"Hey, I'm just as surprised as you are."
"So what is she teaching you?" Tony asked heading for the coffee pot.
"She doesn't want me to tell. Wants it to be a surprise." Steve answered before taking a sip of his orange juice.
"That woman and her secrets." Tony playfully sighed as he poured the steaming beverage into his favorite mug. "Did she mention that the two of you are going to show your moves Saturday?"
Steve almost choked on his juice at Tony's words.
"What?" he gasped.
"Yep. Saturday night we're all going out to a restaraunt where you can dance. The two of you are going to have the first dance of the night and that's when you are going to decide who wins this bet."
Steve lightly groaned as he placed his face in his hand. Having to dance in front of the team, he could handle that. But dancing in public with only him and Natasha dancing...He'd rather go through his time as a wimp again. At least then he knew what he had to face.