Bucky's POV:
Dear, Pretty girl
I finally have a picture to show you!
I know it's not much, but there I am. You see the beard coming in? I know you don't like it when I smoke. I'm sorry , but I do it often here. If I get back home I won't do it anymore because I won't be stressed. I saw a man get shot in-front of my face. I don't know if I'll make it home to you. I don't want you to get a letter that I died. I wanna run away from this place and into your arms. I know you don't want to be a house wife, but if I come back, can you make me dinner just one time? I'll have you for dessert. I wanna run my hands up your back and rock your hips on mine. I remember how you feel. I remember the way you moaned my name. Gosh, I can't keep writing these dirty things to you. It gets me hot. The command said they may start to read our letters to make sure no one is saying anything. I hate that. I don't want them to read the things you say to me and look at the pictures you send me. It makes me mad that they can do that. I miss you a little more today. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed, but I still think about our future. For my next letter, I'll write you some dirty things to keep you going. Wait for me, okay?
Your husband, Bucky
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Bucky Barnes One Shots
RomanceThis is really just a place for me to dump my constantly running scenarios. I have a hard time staying on one thing and tend to rush at times and I thought this would be a nice place to put the things I think about with my husband James. This won't...