forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

tune

Bucky's eyebrows twitched farther together, and he frowned a little. "I…don't know." he replied. It definitely was. His mind whispered. At least to you. You couldn't stop thinking about his mouth and wanting to kiss him.

"Hmm." Steve nodded, looking away. "Well– things are better now. Not perfect…but we wouldn't have to shut the curtains, if you get what I mean." He sighed, hoping that Bucky wouldn't say something to retaliate and shut down all the little things he'd felt for him over the years.

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Ah. But I think…I can't teach you to dance again. I don't remember any anymore." his mouth twitched into something that could almost be a smile, which vanished again just as quickly. He shook his head a little bit.

"Well, I remember." He smiled, stealing a glance, "I owe you a dance, anyway…but I'll teach you. Hey– were goin' to a record store, maybe we'll pick something up to dance to." Steve nodded, wondering if he would wildly find the exact one they'd danced to.

Bucky nodded. "Alright." he replied simply. He stretched a little, and followed as Steve walked. He was limping a little bit again, from the wound in his leg.

They turned the corner and were met with the colourful storefront of the record store. A small bell jingled, welcoming them as they went through. An old man behind the counter spotted Steve and smiled warmly, moving around to greet him properly. "Steve!" He smiled laughing lightly, looking at Bucky beside him, "You brought a friend!"

Bucky have a hesitant smile, then looked around the shop, eyes already flicking to look for any threats. He took a deep breath, crossing his arms.

"Quiet." The old man smiled, turning back to Steve. "What can I do for ya?"
"Well– we're lookin' for a record." Steve smiled, "Can't remember which one exactly, but its old, jazz, and…uptempo?" He smiled, scanning the room for any record covers exposed that might ring a bell.

Bucky nodded. "No vocals, either." He added after a moment. He stepped over to the shelves, scanning them carefully and examining each record. He tugged at his hair a little.

"Right.." Steve nodded, smiling at the owner who was muttering happily across the room. "Around here–" He said, waving to multiple racks near Bucky that looked a little beaten up, vinatge, with a 'jazz' sign above. Steve smiled his thanks and joined Bucky in his search for the record.

Bucky kept looking, poking around and looking at the records. He let out a breath. He kept his left hand tucked in his pocket, keeping it hidden and out of sight.

Steve flipped through the records, smiling to himself occasionally when he'd recognize names, but not the one. He ran a finger along the edge of one record; 'jazz of the early days,' not the one he was looking for, but close. The folded corners and withering cover made him feel something along the lines of nostalgic.

Bucky took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the shop. All the old records and the dusty covers. He sighed softly, and kept looking. He wasn't quite sure what to look for, but he looked anyways.

"Do you remember if It had any trumpet?" Steve asked, turning to Bucky with a record that looked familiar, its cover of spiralling circles and some brass instruments.

Bucky frowned a little. "No. I don't." he replied slowly, looking at Steve and shaking his head. "All I know is that it was old." Like us. He sighed softly, and shook his head again.

"Hmm." Steve sounded.
"Now why don't we take a look at this.." The owner said, walking slowly from the other half of the room with his oversized reading glasses on. He moved to the record player and gestured for Bucky and Steve to listen.

Bucky followed the owner to the player, cocking his head a little bit as he looked at the player. Then he closed his eyes, to just listen. Absorb the music.

Steve smiled to himself at Bucky's calm stance, like a statue. He looked toward the owner as he happily started the record, his hands moving in a practiced precision, gently guiding the needle to the spinning vinyl. Music erupted and and filled the room.

(i just realised that the old man/owner could be stan lee lmaoo)

Bucky kept his eyes closed to listen, swaying just a tiny bit with the music. His hands were down by his sides, and he took a deep breath.

(hahaha lol)

Steve almost grinned at the sight of Bucky, and he looked to see the owner smiling at the sight, too. He'd exchanged his reading glasses for oversized sunglasses and turned, smiling at Steve. "He's a keeper." The old man whispered, giving him a thumbs-up.

Bucky, not really paying attention to the two, didn't notice the words, or at least he didn't register what they meant. He kept listening and swaying just a little. The song was vaguely familiar, but…he didn't think it was the right one.

"So, whaddya think?" The owner asked, smiling. Steve wanted to scold him for interrupting Bucky's little moment of peace. He knew it wasn't the right one, but it was close, maybe one released a year before the one they were looking for.

Bucky blinked his eyes open, looking at the owner. "Oh. It's…not the one we're looking for, I don't think." he replied. "Close, but not the right one." he shook his head quickly.

"Mmm…yeah. Maybe a year after this?" He suggested, thinking back to the cover of the vinyl, was it 41? no..

(might have to go :( )

Bucky thought for a moment. "Maybe." he replied, nodding. "That would make sense." he ran hand through his hair.

(aw okay)

The old man gestured for them to go back to the section, and pulled out three records from a bin.
"These are all I got from the…fourties." He nodded, laying them out on the stacks of other records.
Steve almost flinched, "Wait–"

Bucky frowned a little, looking at Steve quickly. "Is something wrong?" he asked slowly, looking at Steve carefully.

Steve frowned, pointing at the one on the left, "Why do I…think that–" He tried to say coherently, suddenly stuck with a strange familiarity with the cover. He tapped the design as if it would help him remember, "I don't know why…but–"

Bucky frowned, cocking his head a little bit and frowning. "I don't know…maybe." he looked at the shop owner. "Could we, er…listen to that one?"

"Youu betcha!" He nodded firmly, taking the record and setting it up to be played.
Steve's heartbeat quickened a bit, his own body seeming to tell him that this was the one. The man fixed the needle onto the shiny vinyl, and–