Dancing Flames

Muy muchas gracias for the reviews guys! You don't know how happy I was when I wanted to start this project. Though it will be hard focusing my attention on this story, seeing I have other stories out that need to be updated.

I'm sure many of you heard that there was supposed to be a teaser trailer of Civil War released either the night after D23 or the next day, but apparently that rumor was false, so the real date is supposed to be somewhere around November or December for the trailer. But I'm sure I'm not the only who heard about the dialogues from the trailer that was shown at D23!

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any characters used

So we'll have a small cameo of a certain red head in this chapter!

ENJOY!

Steve woke up with a groan as he felt his head throbbing a bit. He had no idea why he'd let Bucky talk him to go to another bar and getting more drinks.

"That's the last time I go out with Bucky for any drinks."

He felt like he was going to throw up, and well…

That's what he did

His throat burning from the bile coming from his stomach all the way to his throat. He got lucky that his asthma didn't come up, or else he'd be in real trouble. The blonde felt like he was going to die and too many drinks really didn't go well with someone with so many health problems. Literally he had no idea how the hell he managed to make it home in one piece. His main concerned was if Bucky was able to make it back to his place. Of course that was answered quickly when he heard said person's very obnoxious snoring in the living room.

"Figures."

Steve knew that Bucky would end up crashing at his place, making sure that his sickly best friend was alright. Padding towards the source of the noise, he shook his head as he saw how sloppy his friend looked. Drool was coming out of his mouth, his left hand scratching his showing belly, and his hair all messy.

Oh if girls knew how much of a slob he looked like after a whole night of drinking

Shaking his head again, he began to nudge the sleeping brunette on the floor with his foot.

"Bucky."

No response.

"Bucky wake up."

Still nothing except the snoring.

Groaning, Steve kicked his friend's side hard. "BUCKY WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

"Where's the fire?!" Sitting up and looking around, he noticed nothing wrong and glared at the smaller man, "What the hell?!"

He rolled his eyes, "You weren't waking up." He lend Bucky his hand to help him get up, "Get cleaned up while I go make breakfast."

Bucky just cursed under his breath and headed towards Steve's bathroom. The smaller man made a simple breakfast, hoping it would be enough for their stomachs after a hangover, if not, then a diner would be their go to for a bigger breakfast. Once their breakfast was over, they ended up going to a small diner for breakfast part 2 and that helped cure their hangover.

"Aw man, I am never going to drink that much anymore."

Steve smiled behind his cup of coffee, "Bucky, you always say that but never mean it."

The bigger of the two just glared and continued to eat his pancakes. While Bucky was still consuming his meal, Steve was already done and decided to do a small sketch on a napkin. Once they paid for their meals, the pair decided to take a small stroll through the park.

"Man, nothing beats a big breakfast after a night of drinking," Bucky stretched his arms.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Yeah."

Grinning a bit, Bucky pulled Steve close to him, "Saw you talking to a few dames last night."

"I was drunk Bucky, I think I could barely tell the difference between a guy and a dame."

Bucky snorted, "Yeah, I gotta say, you're hilarious when you're drunk. Seeing you flirt with a street lamp, funniest shit I've ever seen."

"Oh shut up," he elbowed Bucky's gut, "keep this up and you'll be going to bars by yourself."

"Like I don't anyways," he gave Steve another grin, "I think you should learnt to lighten up a bit Stevie boy!"

"I think I'd let to graduate before anything."

"At least you know where your heading, me, I ain't got nothing."

Steve frowned, "That's not true you could be a clown."

"Ha, funny Rogers."

The blonde laughed a bit, "I'm sure you'll land a job somewhere. I mean, the law is something you've been fascinated about, and then there's science."

"Being a lawyer is kind of dull Stevie, and I don't think I want to become a scientist, ain't about the whole 'crazy experimental life' anyways."

Their walk was quiet for a bit. Steve knew that Bucky didn't want to keep working in a factory, he understood that he wanted what every guy wanted. A stable job, finding a girl to marry and settling down.

"Maybe I'll join the army." Steve snapped out of his mental thinking. "I mean, girls like guys in uniform."

Steve rolled his eyes, "So just be a police officer."

"Nah, probably get fat from too much donuts."

They both laughed.

"Yeah, you'd be a fatass before you'd get married."

"Ha! Probably before you."

They continued their friendly banter till Steve decided to head towards the library.

"Seriously Stevie? Doing some studying?"

"Come on Buck, just want to do some light reading."

"Whatever, see ya tomorrow kid." Once Bucky left, Steve walked to the library.

He was browsing through the literary section and picked out a couple of books to do some light reading. Noticing it was already 5:30 pm, he decided to head to the Museum of Modern Art. He always enjoyed going towards this museum especially on Sunday's, considering it was too busy and he was truly able to enjoy the different style of arts. He became a regular visitor during his freshman year of college. Steve nodded at the workers and occasionally waving at them as he passed by. The receptionist always greeted Steve with a real smile as he entered.

His hands behind his back, he began to look through the gallery. Despite seeing many of the paintings, sculptures, pictures, and sketches plenty of time, still didn't diminish his admiration for them. Though being colorblind still didn't allow to fully enjoy some of the displays, seeing as there were colors he couldn't see normally because of his disability. Steve always strolled through the museum with a leisurely stroll, taking in many of the works carefully and talking full admiration.

He smiled as many people would stand in front of different works and look at them. He would occasionally hear their opinions of what each work meant and theorize of why the artist did that specific work. It always brought a smile on his face as he would imagine his own piece being displayed in this museum and would imagine the kind of comments visitors would say.

Art was something that amazed Steve ever since he was younger. He was amazed about the feelings and the emotions artists would put in their work. Not only that, but the stories each work of art had. It allowed people to try decipher what the artist intentions were behind their work and what kind of story they would make up. Being an artist had always been Steve's dream ever since he was taught how to draw by one of his neighbors. She believed that he would become a great artist or something else, Steve had always been confused at that last statement of hers, but brushed it off.

Making his way through the museum, he smiled as he pulled up to his favorite painting. It was The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh. It was a piece Steve had always admired ever since he was introduced to the world of art. For some reason it had always soothed him when he was troubled or not. He could look at this painting for hours and never get enough of it. Looking down at his watch, he noticed how late it was and that it was almost closing time. As soon as he began to leave, he took one quick look at the painting and left, not noticing the young red haired woman walking up to the painting and staring at it.

END

My own little headcanon the pre-serum Steve would visit the MoMA because it would be his own little place to get away from life. I'm not too sure if there had been any Steve Rogers fic with him going to an art museum just to spend some down time or to look at paintings.

Like I said, Natasha finally gets her cameo in her story! Of course Steve doesn't meet her right away.

Oh yes, Steve has quite the potty mouth in this fic, because let's be real, this guy wouldn't have a filter on anyways. I mean do you see who he grew up with? LOL!