When he'd met up with Natasha recently to fill out some SHIELD paperwork required for his 'new' life (well, really she'd hunted him down at his apartment and thrown the paperwork at him with a stern glare and the terse words "sign those, and stop making me play errand boy, Rogers."), she'd started in again with dating, meeting new people, and he'd explained that in his day, you went to dances and fairs to meet potential partners. Which of course had led to ribbing about 'dancing', but Steve had explained to her that he had two left feet, and it was worse now because he weighed over twice what he had before; he could easily break a woman's foot if he misjudged his footing. She'd given him an incredulous look and stated she'd seen him fight, and if he could pull off spins and footwork like that while being shot at, he could certainly do it to music.
He'd just shook his head, because she didn't seem to understand: fighting required all his attention, so he didn't think about how he was moving, besides 'dodging things that will hurt and/or kill me'. Dancing required no attention except on how he was moving and where he was placing his feet, and when. Plus, being that close to a pretty dame always shot his concentration all to hell. True, he'd never had a chance to dance with anyone after receiving the serum, but the serum hadn't done anything to change his personality or his reactions around women, so just because he had faster reflexes didn't really mean squat. Maybe he should take dancing lessons; they taught all kinds of dancing now, he could learn from a teacher who wouldn't take it personally if he stepped all over her.
Steve glanced up again just as Marie was returning, smiling and looking happy, which made him smile in return. He thought maybe she'd been looking right at him, and not just toward the table he was basically just standing watch over, at this point.
He glanced toward the dance floor and saw that indeed, feisty Mrs. Petrelli was sashaying a bit more than necessary while Mr. Spalding spun her around the floor. Marie's question caught him off guard, and he realized he was still humming, even murmuring the words to the song still playing. Blushing bright pink, he tried to figure out how someone his age would know this song. He finally decided on the broad truth. "Yeah, I-- I like this kind of music. It's got a lot of soul. I like newer stuff, too, but... I wasn't really ever exposed to it growing up, so I'm still figuring out what modern music I like. Just one more thing I need to catch up on." He sent her a shy, self-deprecating smile.
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He'd just shook his head, because she didn't seem to understand: fighting required all his attention, so he didn't think about how he was moving, besides 'dodging things that will hurt and/or kill me'. Dancing required no attention except on how he was moving and where he was placing his feet, and when. Plus, being that close to a pretty dame always shot his concentration all to hell. True, he'd never had a chance to dance with anyone after receiving the serum, but the serum hadn't done anything to change his personality or his reactions around women, so just because he had faster reflexes didn't really mean squat. Maybe he should take dancing lessons; they taught all kinds of dancing now, he could learn from a teacher who wouldn't take it personally if he stepped all over her.
Steve glanced up again just as Marie was returning, smiling and looking happy, which made him smile in return. He thought maybe she'd been looking right at him, and not just toward the table he was basically just standing watch over, at this point.
He glanced toward the dance floor and saw that indeed, feisty Mrs. Petrelli was sashaying a bit more than necessary while Mr. Spalding spun her around the floor. Marie's question caught him off guard, and he realized he was still humming, even murmuring the words to the song still playing. Blushing bright pink, he tried to figure out how someone his age would know this song. He finally decided on the broad truth. "Yeah, I-- I like this kind of music. It's got a lot of soul. I like newer stuff, too, but... I wasn't really ever exposed to it growing up, so I'm still figuring out what modern music I like. Just one more thing I need to catch up on." He sent her a shy, self-deprecating smile.