Prompt 2: Dancing


So yes, it turns out that the second prompt actually is "dancing," and that wasn't entirely just an example at the end of the last chapter. Spoiler alert: I actually already spoiled this story in the end AN of the last chapter. I've fixed it now, but if you've already read it, well, sorry.

This is a short one, but I think these one-a-day ones might end up generally being on the short side.

Anyhoo, I give you, for the first time, Captain America: The First Avenger!


Steve was at one of Stark's events. He wasn't sure why he had come, or even how he had gotten invited (Pepper must have been in charge of the guest list, he reasoned). All of the Avengers were there; Clint sulking in the corner, Natasha blending into the crowd and talking politely with another guest, Bruce anxiously trying to stay in the least crowed section of the hall, Thor laughing too loudly at some scared man's joke. Tony, of course, was surrounded by a group of admirers at the bar, where he stood arm over shoulder with a man who looked shockingly like him.

And yet, something about the whole party seemed off. It was like his brain was trying to notice little things that were out of place, but he just couldn't see them. It didn't register as odd to him at the time that everyone was dressed in the black tie of the 1940's instead of modern clothes. It didn't seem strange that the man Tony was huddled with was a young version of his father. It wasn't weird that Natasha was currently making small talk with Bucky in the middle of the room. And there was certainly nothing wrong with the fact that Peggy, young and radiant and beautiful as ever in a floor length golden gown, was walking towards him now with a smile on her face.

Somewhere deep down, Steve knew he should be confused, but he really didn't care.

"Evening, Captain," she said with a smile as she approached him.

He picked his jaw off the floor and responded, "Evening, Peggy."

She smiled at him, a genuine, beautiful smile, and the sight took his breath away.

"I believe you owe me a dance," she teased.

Alarm bells went off in his head. This was important. This was a big clue to something he needed to remember. He ignored them. "I'd be happy to oblige," he said instead, holding out his arm. She took it, and he led her to the dance floor. She smiled as he put one hand on her waist and she put hers on his shoulder. Their other hands connected, and their fingers intertwined, and they began to dance. The song was a waltz, but despite knowing he couldn't waltz, Steve was owning the floor with grace. Together, they spun and twirled, Peggy's dress fanning out and winding back to cling to her legs during the faster spins. The music slowed, and Peggy rested her head on Steve's shoulder.

Steve spoke, the words preceding thought, "I wish we could have had the chance to dance together, Peggy." He confused himself with the statement (they just did dance, what was he talking about?), but Peggy seemed to agree with him.

"I know," she said. "Me too." She planted a kiss on his lips, quick and chaste, and then walked away.

He wanted to call after her, but as she left, the room full of people seemed to drain out of existence in her wake. Soon, there was nothing left but a golden spark of light where Peggy and her dress had faded into the distance, and when that was gone too, Steve woke up.


Alright, tomorrow is reader prompt suggestion day! I've been looking through all the suggestions, and I think I know which one I'm going to use first, but I'm not going to announce it yet, just in case I change my mind...

Thanks again to everyone who sends in prompts, and extra thanks to people who commented on the last story! I usually try to respond to all the comments on my stories, but I guess I'm making an exception for this one (sorry!). So if you review, just know that I love you just that much more!

See you all tomorrow!