Sambucky One Shots

┌ Postcard ┘

Sam looked up from his laptop when he heard the sound of post falling through the letterbox.

He got up, putting his laptop down on the coffee table. It was so quiet in his house. He walked into the hall, rubbing a hand over his forehead. He was beginning to get a headache from staring at a screen for so long, but he had so many emails to reply to, and so much work to do.

Bending down, he picked up all the post, beginning to look through them as he made his way to the kitchen. Letters from the government, boring stuff, and then his fingers stopped on a postcard. He stared at it, throwing the other things down on the kitchen counter. He frowned at it. Who would send him a postcard? He couldn't tell where the photo was, so he flipped it over and began reading.

"Sam Wilson,

You may know me as The Winter Solider, or Bucky Barnes.

I am sending you this from Wakanda.

I hope you are doing well.

I sent this to let you know that I, myself, am doing much better.

Bucky Barnes."

Sam blinked, confusion setting in. He read it again, eyebrows still furrowed. Bucky sent him this? He read it over again a dozen more times before exhaling and putting it gently on the counter.

His mind whirred with thoughts as he went to the sink to get a glass of water. He sat down, staring at the postcard. It seemed to stare right back at him. He took a large gulp of water and set down his glass, hesitantly picking up the postcard.

A small smile came onto his face as he read it for the fifteenth time. Bucky had sent Sam a postcard to let him know that he was doing okay? Who knew he could be such a sweetheart. He stood up, approaching his fridge. He grabbed one of the magnets, and used it to stick the postcard to the fridge. He smiled, running his fingers over it one last time.