One-shots/Short Stories

Bucky Barnes (Letters series)

The Letters

To Isabella Smith,
Listen (well, read), I don't really remember you.

I only just escaped from HYDRA and only recently am I getting dreams -memories- of my old life.

And you're in it.

I don't know who you are, or what you mean to me. All I see in my dreams is you smiling at me happily.

Happy.

What is happiness?

Were you my happiness?

From,
Somebody

***

Miss Smith,
The man on the bridge.

I knew him.

Like I knew you. I think.

I don't know why I saved him back there from drowning. Why did I save him? Why with that one line he said to me, memories of me and a skinny boy appeared in my mind?

I knew him.

And I need to find out like how I need to find out who you are to me.

I will get there, I promise.

From,
Winter Soldier
(I'm not ready to be Bucky. That's what he called me, by the way)

***

Isabella,
I saw a small poster about the Smithsonian on Captain America - the man I was supposed to kill. My mission.

I went there.

And I saw myself.

With him.

With you.

He was my childhood friend, and was like a brother to me.

I apparently fell off a train to my death.

How wrong they were.

And you? I found out who you were to me.

My wife.

-James Buchanan Barnes

***

Bella,
Ever since I went to the museum, I got more memories from the past. I had to steal a journal and pen to write them down before I lose them again.

I think I'm going to be needing more than one journal.

But one particular memory came to me.

It's when I met you.

I was with Steve at Coney Island, and we saw you all alone. Why? Because you were stood up by some bastard.