So, I wasn't originally planning on doing anything else with this story. However, an enthusiastic review and story line idea from Feel Again has led to add this in. Feel Again, this is for you. And for anyone wondering, this is an AU where Peggy and Steve met before he became Mr Muscles.
Disclaimer: Nothing but the storyline is mine. All rights go to Marvel and the genius that is Stan Lee.
The car ride was awkward to say the least. Bucky drove, but easily multi-tasked and flirted smoothly with Vanessa. The blonde smiled sweetly, faking bashfulness but was clearly enjoying every moment of it. Steve, however, couldn't think of a single thing to say to the beautiful woman next to him. Peggy spent the ride staring out the window at the city, not even trying to be social. Not once did Bucky attempt to bring Steve into a conversation, and the only thing he said to him was "We're here" when they reached the club.
Steve almost tripped over his feet, scurrying to open the door for Peggy. Before he had the chance, she had already stepped out. Feeling slightly offended that Peggy wouldn't let him do something for her, Steve shuffled after her. He could admire a woman who was confident in herself, but Peggy seemed determined on having nothing to do with him. Bucky linked arms with Vanessa, leading her inside. Steve looked at the pair longingly. If only he had a fraction of Bucky's ability with women, this wouldn't be a disaster.
Peggy seated herself at a table looking out over the dance floor, but did not join in the revelry. Bucky twirled Vanessa, and they melted into the crowd of dancers. Steve perched on the seat across from Peggy, both of them watching their friends dance. After a few minutes, Peggy asked "Are you going to ask me to dance?"
This was the first time Steve had heard her speak, and he had not known she had an accent. The first words that left his lips were "You're British?" Steve wanted to smack himself upside the head for such a stupid question. Of course she was British if she had a British accent.
The corner of Peggy's bright red lips twitched, not a smile but not a frown, either. "I am. I also asked if you were going to invite me to dance."
Steve cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair nervously. "Um, would you care to dance?"
"No. But it was polite of you to ask." Peggy's remark shocked Steve. She was one confusing dame.
"Ma'am, if I may ask, why are you here if not to dance?"
"I could ask the same of you." Peggy quipped.
"I came because Bucky asked me to. I don't dance for several reasons."
"And those reasons are?" Peggy insisted.
Steve felt like he was being interrogated, and it was not a pleasant feeling. Trying to stay polite, Steve said. "Ma'am, if neither of us plans on dancing, I believe we should part ways now, since neither of us have anything of importance to say to the other."
Rising quickly, Peggy said "Well then, good evening." Gathering her purse and coat, Peggy quickly left. Steve could see Bucky staring at him curiously out of the corner of his eye. Not meeting his friends gaze, Steve rose from his seat, and exited the club, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Of all the dates Bucky had set him on before, this had been the worst.
I make no promises about the continuation of this story. If someone sends me an idea for it, I will write. If not, this is it.
