Letters

Until We Meet Again

December 28th, 1943

Dear Steve,

Do not dwell on the 'what if's'. There are already too many of those in our life and I do not want to add another one to the list. You are finally doing what you want to do in the army. What you were made for. I knew you were destined for war, and I hated it but I can't exactly stop you now can I? You're miles away, out of reach, and I know nothing I say will get you to come back to me except this,

I love you Steven Rogers. Always have, always will. So come back in one piece please. And if you can, bring that idiot Bucky back with you. Life would not be the same without him here to annoy us. My only wish is that I could have given you a proper goodbye before you truly left for war. I did not think that when you got on that boat, that it would be the last time I would see you for a really long time.

I'm happy to announce that I did not spend this Christmas alone. I in fact spent it with some of the girls whose husbands are also away at war. Some of their family was too far away to get to and not very many of them were in a very Christmas mood. We didn't do much. Exchanged a few small gifts, ate a wonderful meal that all of us had a hand in preparing and then we all went our separate ways. I had a grand time, don't worry and Thanksgiving was lovely as well.

I love my job Steve and I love going in everyday. It also gives me something to do. If I took a mini vacation, I wouldn't know where to go or what to do. My job is my life and I love it. Please don't worry about me. Keep your mind with your team, the Howling Commandoes has a nice ring to it.

I would love to meet them some day and I hope that I get too. They all sound wonderful.

Please be careful Steve, as always. I've ran the story of you and your boys and I hope to hear more good news after you infiltrate this base. I'm sure you are all able bodied and capable of accomplishing this task but I still worry.

That poem was so beautiful I was almost moved to tears Steve. Thank you for it. Someday we won't be like the sun and moon, forever chasing each other. Someday we will grace the same sky, though that is illogical in reality.

Are you excited for the new year? You'll be spending it in a different country, that should be a bit exciting. Merry Christmas Steve and have a great New Year.

I'll love you til the end. I miss you.

Love,
Willow Peterson

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December 28th, 1943

Hello Bucky!

You tell that bully Steven to leave you alone. The way you start your letters is perfectly fine in my opinion. Saving stamps and envelops is really smart on both of your parts. Ah, yes right down to business. I'm sorry Steve and I never mentioned it to you. We were going to. I asked him when we should but he never gave me a definite answer. He said he wanted to explain about us and about his transformation at the same time. I'm not putting any blame on him this was just how it happened.

Bucky, don't embarrass Steve through letters. You've done that enough in person. Give him a break. You two are always teasing each other, going back and forth. I miss seeing it in person actually. Thanks for always believing in us I guess, rooting for us on the sidelines. I wish I had known about his love for me sooner though.

Running the newspaper company? Maybe in some of my dreams. I don't think Wallace is stepping down or dying anytime soon. He's too stubborn for both of those things. Maybe I can work my way up though, who knows. I'm excited for my future at the company.

You are very lucky Bucky and I'm not going to stop worrying about you. What kind of experiments were being done on you? Do you remember anything from the time when you were captured, poked and prodded? I'm sorry if I'm prying but.. I want to know. If not me, talk to Steve. I know it must not have been the best experience in your life so you need to talk to someone about it.

That poem was lovely Bucky and dare I say, better than Steve's. Don't tell him I told you that. I love you too. You're the big brother I've always wanted. I hope you had a Merry Christmas and will have a Happy New Year. You'll be celebrating it somewhere new and that should be exciting enough. I miss you everyday!

Love,
Willow Peterson

A/N: thought I published it yesterday, apparently I didn't. I'm sorry!