[ Steve is looking for stamps when he comes across the letter.
Don't people use stamps anymore? He figures if anyone would have them, it would be Bucky. What he doesn't expect to find is this. It's a letter, fallen out of the drawer and just laying there next to his feet. When he lifts it up he realizes it's addressed to him.
Dear Steve.
Written in Bucky's beautiful penmanship. Current, not from before the war. He can tell, because there's a slight change to the way the letters curve. That thought alone squeezes his heart. But then he keeps reading- barely breathing till he gets to the end of it. He wipes at his eyes before he even realizes he's crying, then folds the letter up and presses it against his chest. Against his heart.
He loves this man so much. His Bucky.
There's a minute or two where he just stands there, taking it all in and then reeling it in before he tucks the letter into his pocket and goes to find his Bucky, finding him in the kitchen, looking for snacks. Bucky eats more these days and he's glad for it. Relieved..
His face might be a little red from crying, but he smiles and slides his arms around him, nice and slow, nuzzling into his shoulder.]
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Don't people use stamps anymore? He figures if anyone would have them, it would be Bucky. What he doesn't expect to find is this. It's a letter, fallen out of the drawer and just laying there next to his feet. When he lifts it up he realizes it's addressed to him.
Dear Steve.
Written in Bucky's beautiful penmanship. Current, not from before the war. He can tell, because there's a slight change to the way the letters curve. That thought alone squeezes his heart. But then he keeps reading- barely breathing till he gets to the end of it. He wipes at his eyes before he even realizes he's crying, then folds the letter up and presses it against his chest. Against his heart.
He loves this man so much. His Bucky.
There's a minute or two where he just stands there, taking it all in and then reeling it in before he tucks the letter into his pocket and goes to find his Bucky, finding him in the kitchen, looking for snacks. Bucky eats more these days and he's glad for it. Relieved..
His face might be a little red from crying, but he smiles and slides his arms around him, nice and slow, nuzzling into his shoulder.]
Hey. I love you.