Dance With Me

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/53138275.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen, M/M, Other
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve
Rogers, Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers & Reader, James "Bucky"
Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader, James "Bucky"
Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers &
Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker & Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Reader
Additional Tags: agere, Age Regression/De-Aging, Caregiver!Stucky, Little!Reader,
Little!Peter Parker, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-01-18 Words: 892 Chapters: 1/1
 Dance With Me
by angelbabyfics

Summary

A lazy afternoon with your caregivers Steve & Bucky and your brother Peter 💕
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was the perfect afternoon. All four of you were home, with no plans, no deadlines, nothing
on your minds except spending the day in peace. The lights were off, the entire apartment lit
by the sun coming in through the large windows. Bucky sat on the couch with a mug in his
hand, taking sips between the pages of the book he was reading to you. You curled up at his
side, holding the book up and turning the pages as he read them. With your ear resting on his
chest, the vibration of his voice was like a massage to your little brain. Peter sat on the floor,
hundreds of legos scattered around him as he focussed intently on building himself a
spaceship. Steve was tidying up the apartment, picking up toys and dusting the bookshelves,
all while a 40s playlist curated by F.R.I.D.A.Y. played lightly on the sound system.

Steve was no professional dancer, but he was noticeably light on his feet as he traveled
around the living room, picking up blocks and tossing them into the toy chest along to the
rhythm of the music. As one song faded out and the next one faded in, a sparkle of
recognition came to his eye and a slight smile to his face. With a little skip in his step, Steve
hopped over to where Peter was working on his spaceship and crouched down, reaching a
hand out to the boy.

“Come and dance with me, Petey!”

“No papa! Busy!!” Peter yelled out, swatting the hand away.

Steve stood back up and made an over exaggerated frown, putting his hands on his hips.

“Come one, baby, I love this song!” He pouted.

“I’ll dance wif you, papa!!” You called out from the couch, detangling yourself from Bucky.

“Aw, what about our book, doll?” Bucky asked, letting you free but pouting up at you the
way Steve had just done to Peter. You hesitated for a moment.

“Well… can we finish it at bedtime?” You asked.

“Please?” Steve mouthed from behind you, anxious to find a dance partner before his favorite
song ended. Just then, your cat jumped up onto the couch, curling into the warm spot you’d
left at Bucky’s side.

“Yeah, okay, go ahead doll. I’ve got Alpine to keep me company now, huh?” He said, letting
the cat nuzzle his nose.

You spun around to face Steve, who scooped you up in his arms and positioned your legs
securely around his hips. He held your lower back against his torso with one hand and took
your hand with the other.

“Okay, baby, put your other hand on my shoulder, okay?” Steve instructed.

You followed his instructions and Steve began to move, carrying you in aimless circles
around the living room. He swayed his upper body to the beat of the music, swinging you
around with the rhythm. You rested your head on his collarbone and took a deep breath,
inhaling the slight scent of the citrus cleanser Steve had used on the house and the sweat he
had worked up while doing so. The afternoon sun was warm on your skin, the rhythmic
swaying calming you enough to let out a soft sigh. Steve stepped off the carpet, careful not to
slip on the squeaky clean floor as he danced you over to a shelf to retrieve one of your pacis.
He popped it in your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed.

“You like this song, sweetie?” Steve asked, and you nodded sleepily against his shirt. “I
remember when this song came out. You remember that, Buck?”

Bucky looked up, breaking his loving gaze at Alpine to give you and Steve that same look of
adoration.

“Oh yeah…” He said with a smile, recalling all those nights decades ago when he had been
Steve’s dancing partner.

Peter’s attention had been drawn away from his lego spaceship at this point, feeling left out
of all the love being shared between you and your two daddies. He stood up and stomped his
foot to get their attention.

“I changed my mind, I wanna dance with papa!” He moaned, crossing his arms.

At the thought of having to forgo your dance partner, you tightened your grip on Steve’s
shoulder and hand, your legs locking around his hips. He reassuringly rubbed your back,
turning to face Peter with a stern but gentle look.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I’m dancing with this little one right now.” He said, and then lowered
his voice and pointed towards the couch. “But I bet if you ask baba he’ll dance with you,
how’s that?”

Peter’s eyes lit up and he raced over to Bucky, scaring the cat right off of his lap.

“Can we dance, baba?” He asked breathlessly.

“Oh, of course we can, babydoll!” Bucky answered, pushing himself off the couch with a
groan. He scooped Peter up in his arms, who mimicked your position in Steve’s.

Just as you and your papa had done, Bucky and Peter swayed along to the music floating
from the speakers. The song faded out, but it didn’t matter as a new song faded in, another
classic that both Steve and Bucky remembered, and they shared a loving look between each
other as they each cradled one of their precious babies in their arms.
End Notes

Originally posted on angelbaby-fics.tumblr.com

Please drop by the Archive and comment to let the creator know if you enjoyed their work!