Steve Rogers/Captain America x Forties!Reader
(Set in Captain America: The First Avenger)

You were sitting at one of the rickety tables at the back of the bar, legs crossed at the ankles and elbows propped on the table, drink forgotten. You'd ordered one just to fit in, but you didn't really drink.

You didn't really dance either. It was only at your friend's behest you'd even come to her cockamamie "one last dance before all the pretty boys get shipped overseas" party.

It was true though, wasn't it? It was World War II, everyone had to do their part. Heck, you were going off to a training course to be an army nurse in a week. 

So you'd agreed to come to the dance, if nothing else to have a pleasant memory to look back on in the hellish weeks ahead. But just because you were at a dance didn't mean you had to socialize. 

Or so you thought, until a itty bitty blonde fellow walked up to your table and sheepishly looked to his feet. 

"Mind if I sit with you?" he mumbled, his cheeks reddening. 

You smiled, he was so pitiful! "Go right ahead" you offered. 

He gave you a shy smile and pulled up a chair. Tucking his hands in his lap, he glanced around the room. 

"Lost your girl?" you guessed. 

He looked surprised, then blushed, "No, my friend. Ever met Bucky Barnes?" he replied. 

You had heard the name before, but didn't know him personally, "Friend of a friend" you said. 

"Ah" the little blonde said. His gaze swept the room again, but he seemed unsucessful at spotting Bucky, and his gaze returned to the floor. 

"So I know your friend's name, what's yours?" you inquired. 

"Steve Rogers, at your service" 

"Nice to meet you, I'm (y/n)" 

"(y/n)... I like that, it sounds pretty" he mused. 

You blushed, "thanks... I like Steve too" 

he shrugged, "ah, there's a lot of "Steve"'s around" 

"None like you" the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. He didn't seem to take it how you meant it though. 

"Yeah, most've 'em are bigger than me. By a lot" he said

"No, I meant sweet. And polite" And handsome, you wanted to add. 

He flashed you a bright grin, and you thought you might melt. He was so precious!

You two got to talking, and before you knew it, you'd been chatting away for hours and the party was nearly over. 

"Care for a dance, before the band leaves?" Steve offered. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You were elated, and planned on taking him up on his offer, if at that moment, a very drunk Bucky Barnes hadn't stumbled across the floor and stolen Steve's attention. 

"STEVIE!" Bucky boomed "I've been lookin' for you all night? Where ya been hiding?" 

"Bucky are you drunk?" Steve asked disdainfully. 

"Drunk on you" Bucky slurred, then stumbled and leaned heavily on the table. 

Steve rolled his eyes, and stood up, guiding Bucky's arm over his shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry (y/n), but I have to take him home before he hurts himself" Steve apologized. 

"It's okay, it's getting late... Thank you for the lovely time" you said, 

"Thank you" Steve said. 

Then Bucky, with his impeccable timing, just now realized you two were talking, and shot you a wink

"Hey dollface" he mumbled seductively

"BUCKY" Steve smacked his shoulder, Bucky laughed and lazily shoved Steve's hand away. In the process he nearly sent both of them to the floor, Steve stood his ground, but barely. 

You held a hand to your mouth to stifle a coo. Steve was just too adorable. You watched as the two of them wandered out of the bar, Bigger brunette leaning on your tiny blonde. 

Coming to the party, you decided, had definitely been a good decision.