Dancing Flames

Holy shit, it's been like ages since I've updated this. Sorry guys, college life was hectic and I was taking part of the CACWCD on Tumblr. But with the fall semester finally over, I can finally get back to writing and hopefully get some more inspiration.

Anyways, thank you for continuing on supporting this fic, means a lot to me!

Totally excited to see the new Star Wars movie! Also has anyone heard about the interview the Russo Brothers in China? It's about the two most endearing scenes in the movie are with Steve and Nat! Ack I don't think my shipper heart would be able to take it and all the angsty scenarios are running through my head

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any characters used

ENJOY!

Steve let out a breath of relief as his English class was finally over, his professor was a complete dull and would end up sharing his life stories with the class most of the time instead of teaching. Seriously he was grateful he sat in the back and could get away with doodling in his notebook. Though time to time Steve would pay attention because he knew his ma would smack his head if he wasn't focusing in class, despite the fact the professor was really boring.

As he made his way towards the art room, one of his classmates called for him.

"Yo Rogers!" Turning around, a medium built young man with brown haired wave to him.

Curious, Steve walked towards him, "Hey Peter, what's up?"

"Good Rogers," he smiled, he was one of the few people that liked hanging around Steve and would ask him for lessons. "Anyways, class is cancelled today."

Steve was shocked, "Really? What happened to Professor Brown?"

Peter shrugged, "Apparently he caught a really bad fever and had to call out sick. I just found out about this a few minutes ago when one of the staff members of the art department saw me."

The blond frowned, "Well I hope he gets better."

"Same," he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "anyways take care, alright?"

He nodded, "Same to you Pete, take care." Walking away he headed towards the library to kill some time as he waited for Bucky to be done with class. Trying to do some of his homework wasn't helping Steve to pass the time.

With a frustrated sigh, the blond got up and left the library. He continued to walk through the college halls, hoping the walk would help clear his mind. As he strolled through the halls, he spotted a door slightly open with a stream of light peeking through. Curiously he peeked in and noticed that it was the concert hall he was in. He noticed that no one was there but then his eyes caught on a small figure on the stage. His blue eyes widened in surprised as he saw the most beautiful dame he'd ever seen in his life.

The mysterious woman was gracefully dancing on the stage, her movements precise as she moved along with the music playing on the record player. Steve was entranced with this dancer, he noticed she must be a ballet dancer as he spotted the clothes she was wearing. He felt his breathing stopping as he was too caught up in her graceful dancing. As she jumped in the spotlight, he noticed that his eyes couldn't register what color what it was because of his color blindness. The moment the music stopped playing, it was his cue to leave silently.

Once he quietly left the concert hall, Steve immediately dashed, trying to find Bucky as he was leaving his class. He could feel his lungs burning as he ran through the campus. A lot of students moved to the side as they spotted him running. Running too quickly, he didn't spot Bucky and ended up colliding.

"Jesus Steve, what the hell," the brunette grumbled as he picked his books up. He noticed Steve panting heavily, immediately he grabbed the smaller man's inhaler out of his pocket and quickly administered it to him.

The blond took a deep breath as his lungs settled down, "Thanks Buck."

As they got up, Bucky wrapped his arm around his shoulder and the two began to walk.

"Damn Rogers, I don't think I've ever seen you run that fast since middle school," he teased, "so who the hell you running from?"

"I wasn't running from anything."

Barnes raised a brow, "Seriously? Alright so why the rush?" The smaller man blushed. "Aw shit, Stevie's got a little crush!"

"Shut up Buck," he smacked his friend's chest playfully.

Steve was responded with a laugh, "Come on Stevie, it's not every day I see you head over heels over a dame." He gave him that shit eating grin that annoyed the blond so much, "So what's her name?"

"That's the thing Buck, I don't know her name."

Once they reached the mess hall, they grabbed a table and sat down.

"So your telling me that you didn't get the girl's name?" Bucky shook his head. "Stevie, I thought I taught you better."

"You taught me jack shit," Steve kicked his shin, "besides I didn't exactly speak to her."

Bucky snorted, "You don't talk to women in general."

He was given a glare from the blond. "What I'm saying Bucky is that I saw her dancing in the concert hall."

"Ah dancer eh? Good for you Stevie, so what happened afterwards?"

"Well I just got caught up in the moment. Jesus Buck, she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. The way she moved, god, it was something alright." He noticed his childhood friend grinning at him. "What is it now Buck."

Barnes laughed at him, "Jesus Rogers, you got it bad. I mean, you got so loss just talking about this gal." He let out a small chuckle, "Damn, I don't think I ever seen you act this way about a gal."

"I know Buck, but there's something about her, I mean the moment I saw her dancing, I just had the real sudden urge to draw her ya know?"

"So you going to try to find her again tomorrow?"

Steve shrugged, "I don't know Buck, I mean this was just a coincidence that my art class was cancelled." He let out a sigh, "I highly doubt I'll see her again."

Barnes leaned over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure you'll see her again, I mean if she's a dancer, then it shouldn't be too hard to find her in the dance studios they have."

Steve smiled, "Yeah your right."

"Good, now let's get something to eat."

As they got up to get their food, they didn't spot their topic of their conversation leaving the mess hall.

It was late at night and Steve found himself unable to sleep. He kept looking up at the ceiling, his mind going back to the mysterious dancer he saw. Getting up, he searched for his sketchbook, once it was found and opening to a blank page, he began to do a rough sketch. He was able to get the basis for the drawing as well as the dance clothes she wore. Steve let out a frustrated groan as his sketch didn't capture the dancer's true beauty.

"Hopefully tomorrow would be better," putting his art supplies away, Steve closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

Walking through the night light of New York was a certain red head, she had just gotten dropped off by a cab as she was done with her classes. She made sure she wasn't followed and reached an apartment complex with a brown colored door. Fishing for her keys, she opened the door and quickly closed it. Her green eyes spotting a man with grayish hair, writing notes down on the kitchen table.

"Doctor," looking up he gave a smile.

"Ah Natalia, welcome," she rolled her eyes playfully as he got up and hugged her, "so how's the search going?"

She shook her head and sat down, "Not too good doc, haven't found anyone yet for the program."

"Ah no worries, tomorrow will be better."

Natalia nodded, "Yes tomorrow will be better."

END

So I switched Natasha's name to Natalia because that name is a bit too modern for this story's timeline. Also I used a few lines from my one-shot "Graceful Beauty," another Romanogers fic that took place in the 40s.

Next chapter may or may not be Steve and Nat's fateful meeting, or it's just a chapter focus solely on Nat.