the old fashioned way • wholesomeapplepie
He knew this song. He knew this song, but from where?
Doing a quick mental recap of the lyrics, Tony soon figured out just what song it was, exactly. It was a country song from a couple years ago— not exactly his thing, but he’d heard it enough to know where it was going. Halfway through the first verse, he got an idea. Stepping out and around the car, he opened Steve’s door and held out his hand just as the chorus began.
And when you get the chance to sit it out or dance—
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
Steve looked at the hand presented to him for a moment, his mind suddenly slowing when he attempted to process the gesture’s meaning. Tony did have a funny way of changing the way his mind worked when they were together.
When it did process, though, the soldier’s face warmed into a soft, bright smile. He happily took the hand, stepping out of the car and closer to Tony. “You know, I–I really don’t know how to do this.” he chuckled sheepishly, but there was no reluctance in his tone. There wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t want to do this.
