Dear Bucky [Marvel | Bucky Barnes]

October 10, 1944

October 10th, 1944

Dear Bucky,

I promise I won't do anything rash, Bucky. Surely you know me better than that. As Mom says, I got her common sense and her tendency to actually think things through. Unlike my knucklehead brothers. Okay, that's not entirely true. Danny had some of it too. More than you and Jack, at least.

You know, one of these days it'll get through to you that his name is Gordon. But I will pass on your message, even if only to warn him of your tendency to be ridiculous in your attempt to intimidate boys that like me. Don't forget, he knows you, Bucky. But he does make me happy, you know. I love getting his letters. I think he's trying to shield me from how bad things are but—

Oh, Bucky! I'm here, in the middle of writing your letter and Mom comes up with a letter from Gordon. I—I'm sorry. I can barely write my hand is shaking so badly.

Bucky, he wrote that Jack got sick. It's bad, Bucky. He said he doesn't even know if he's okay. It started with a cough shortly after they made it to the front lines and that just before he started his letter Gordon hadn't been able to wake him up, Jack's fever was so bad. That they rushed him back to the medics. Even now, he said he's probably been sent on to one of the Hospitals. Maybe even back to England. Oh God, Bucky. What if—

I don't know if I can do it again.

I know I asked you never to lie to me in your letters, but could you? Please? Just this once? Tell me it's all going to be okay. That everything will go back to the way it was before the War.

That we'll all be happy again.

Please stay safe.

Bea

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