Steve really missed his record player.
Before the war, he would save up all the money he got. Every so often, he would go down to the record store and buy a few with the funds he kept for spoiling himself. He would play those records in his room and just lie on his bed and listen. Sometimes he would draw, sometimes he would read, and other times he would just think. They helped him relax after a stressful day or calm down when he was angry or cheer him up when he was feeling down.
It was one of those moments he wanted to hear Benny Goodman or Duke Ellington or George Gershwin or the rest playing from the corner of his room.
He gave a bitter smile as he remembered Bucky dragging him to a bunch of clubs. Although he never got a girl to dance with him (probably not so much due to the fact no girls liked him as he wouldn't get up from his seat a table), it was exciting to hear the band play live. When it was upbeat, everybody was smiling and their eyes were always glittering. When it was slow, they all got real close and quiet. It was almost magical to see how the music was affecting them. Sometimes he even caught Bucky and his date or even a random girl he had just met kissing in the middle of the floor or up against a wall.
As the memories ended, he sighed, his smile turning back into an unhappy frown. He remembered a record he had bought a few years before he joined the Army. It was a hit on the radio for weeks. Thinking back, it took him a while to remember it was called "I'll Never Smile Again".
He wished he could remember the tune better, but he could remember the gist of it. Attempting to hum the parts he could remember, he thought back to Natasha, and felt happy.
He couldn't help but think the song might apply to her.