Dear Rebecca,
I've done a something I'm proud of and something I'm not.
I'm proud of myself for going through the super soldier program. I am a much taller, healthier and stronger man.
But since then, I have been used as a propaganda object known as 'Captain America'
I hate feeling like I have no purpose other than just to show myself off and act like everything in the war is going to turn out okay. I want to have a purpose. I want to serve in this war.
I heard about Bucky this morning. It truly angers me that no one is going to do anything about it. There is barely any of the 107th left. I'm going to find him. I'm going to find all of them. And more importantly, kill whoever captured him.
He's still alive. I just know it.
Take care, Rebecca. I know how hard this must be for you. I can't take it any longer.
-Love, Steve Rogers
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Love, Rebecca Wood // Bucky Barnes ✔️
Fanfiction"The next time I see your face will be the next time I'll ever see daylight again." Letters of love, hope, tragedy, and loss between lovers in the time of World War II •CA:TFA• {COMPLETED 8.27.16} {EDITED 3.13.17}
