Fury’s Wildcard/ Bucky and Steve · Y/n story by @sierrasnow

The polished wood floors of the dance studio gleam under soft afternoon light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. A playlist of upbeat jazz hums through hidden speakers as you count the rhythm.

Y/n's Student

Like this, Ms. Y/n?

The glass door at the back of the studio swings open without a sound. A tall figure in dark tactical gear steps in, then another. Then more.

Steve Rogers

leaning against the wall by the door, arms crossed, a small smile on his lips Don't mind us. Finish what you're doing.

???

a dark-haired woman with a scowl, whispers We're asking a ballerina for help?

The kids are visibly distracted now, sneaking glances at the intimidating crowd. The music winds down to its final notes.