Letters

When The War Is Over

February 18th, 1944

Dear Steve,
Yes you should be home by now, yes you should be touring around on your Captain America Across America Tour but none of that matters anymore. You're doing what you're meant to do which is to protect and serve this country. I do not need protection, just as you said or brute strength. But I must say that you will now be a more intimidating person. Nobody will look at you the same. Everyone who used to put you down will be in awe and I can't wait to see that. I am not just trying to boost your ego right now but stating the truth. Everything will be different when you come home.

I miss you as well, everyday. Unfortunately I don't have anyone to mimic you and Bucky's voices but I think I can do a pretty good job of it on my own. It's not that hard. In your letters, I can just about hear the both of you talking to me and see what you're doing.

Bucky will be tapping his pencil against his chin and you'll have one hand in your hair as you're trying to think about what to write.. It's almost like you're here with me sometimes. I swear that I can hear your footsteps down the hall sometimes or smell Bucky's cologne. If anything, having the both of you away for so long might drive me bonkers. I need to fill this house with noise. I've been thinking about getting a cat.

You have always been a little sarcastic Steve but since I haven't seen how you are with Bucky, maybe the serum amped it up a little bit. He informed me that you meet all his comments with witty remarks now. That sounds normal enough. Maybe Bucky just never realized the gravity of what you were saying because he was taller than you and bigger obviously but the playing field is even now.

I better not hear that the two of you have gotten into heated arguments or arm wrestling contests though. I will not stand for it. You know I hate it when you two fight. Doesn't happen often but you never know. What little temper you have could flare up all of a sudden and you could hurt him... I never thought I'd say that. I was always telling Bucky not to hurt you. Seems as if the roles have been reversed.

Soon we won't have been wishing for a longer goodbye. This war can't last forever and I will see the both of you soon.

I have seen some of the propo's you mentioned. The girls made me blush by making a big deal out of the fact that you had a picture of me in your compass. They were so ecstatic to see my face up on the big screen. I hadn't expected it at all and the other people in the theatre told us to shut up and be quiet.  I was hoping you still had that picture though. At least you have something to look at everyday other than these letters.

I'll take your advice Steve and take off a little time. We got your story from Belgium and the one in Czechoslovakia just arrived. You boys have done so much in just a few short months, I'm proud of all of you.

Colonel Phillips certainly knows how to tell a good story, maybe even better than the ones I write and writing is what I do for a living.

The ending of that poem got away from you didn't it. No matter, it was beautiful all the same. I love you Steve Rogers, with all my heart.

Love,
Willow Peterson

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February 18th, 1944

My First and Only Love Bucky,

We can not let Steven keep us apart. My love for you is as deep as the ocean, as endless as space. Do not show him this for I do not wish him to fall envious to our love.

Hopefully Steve doesn't become hurt if he reads that. He should know I am only joking around but I do love you Bucky, just not in that way. The thought of being with you is truly revolting and I mean that in the kindest way possible.

Don't bug Steve Bucky. I've told you this before and I'll say it again. Maybe tell him next time that you won't take as long to write your letter as he might. We all know that he's a perfectionist about.. everything. I'm sure you two can work something out. But, what confuses me is are you two sharing a pen? Do I need to ship pens with my care packages? Just say the word.

They're not love letters Bucky they're letters.. But maybe ask Steve, get his take on it. I did ask him to write me poems.. Maybe they are love letters. Either way, does it really matter? No Steve is not mushy Bucky. He can be at times but he's not overly so. He's always been a romantic you know that.

It is funny how things work out like that. I certainly never expected it to happen this way. I thought I had time to confess my feelings to him. But this second World War was something that had been anticipated. I just wish it hadn't happened so soon.

He is not so easily breakable now though is he Bucky? I even told him in my letter to him not to hurt you! Imagine that. Now, I am going to tell you the same thing I told him. Do not get into any fights together. It doesn't happen often but it has occurred and you two should  not be fighting in the middle of a war. Try not to antagonize him too much Bucky.

I can not wait for the day when you both return home to me. The day can not come any sooner. This war can not last forever, as I have told Steve and it can't possibly last for much longer.

Sounds a lot like the Steve I already knew. Maybe he's just more intimidating to you now that he's taller. Is he taller than you? Now that's something I want to see. You can't make fun of his height anymore which was perfectly fine by the way. We were the same height as I always reminded you. There's nothing wrong with being 5'6.

I do not think I am in Wallace's will. I'm his employee not a daughter or grandkid. He likes my work and likes that I work for him but that's all. He's just my boss Bucky.

That doesn't sound pleasant Bucky. Perhaps you can tell me more about it when you come home. I want to help you and Steve has a right to be worried. You were being used as a guinea pig Bucky. Nothing good can come from that.

That was an adorable poem Bucky and I'll make sure to make beef stew for the both of you when you get back. Please be safe, watch out for Steve and have him watch out for you. I know you two will always be there for each other but I still worry. I miss you! I'll see you soon.

Love,
Willow Peterson