All Those Who Wander (Bucky x reader Travel AU)

Part 5

Characters: Bucky, reader, Steve.

Summary: After a traumatic injury and honorable discharge from the military, Bucky Barnes finds himself wanting to travel and get lost in some of the most iconic cities of the world. One night he stumbles upon a girl who sparks something inside him and he finds himself following in her footsteps. How far will he go to find her and what will he discover about himself along the way?

Warnings: Some strong language.

Song Inspiration: "She Lit A Fire" by Lord Huron

Word Count: 2k

A/N: IT'S HAPPENING Y'ALL EVERYBODY FREAK OUT!!!!! Please let me know your thoughts!! I adore you all!! <3

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April 17, 2014

Dear Steve,

Greetings from a northbound train somewhere in England! Also, high five to my past self for springing for a "quiet" car cause I needed it. There was a loud group at my hostel last night and even in my single room, I could hear them drunken singing through the wall ALL. NIGHT. LONG. I finally ducked my head out and must've given that "murder glare" that you told me I have cause they finally quieted down. Little shits.

Anyway. Sorry about the early call this morning, but in my defense it was even earlier for me and I hadn't had my coffee yet. I can't even tell time while uncaffeinated. It was good to talk to you, pal. I know, I waited too long between calls. I'll try to be better about that. If I ever actually mailed these letters then the gaps between wouldn't be so bad. Failure on my part. Glad to hear that you're doing well, though. And congrats on the promotion! Captain Rogers does have a certain ring to it. We'll have to properly celebrate when I see you. A couple more months to go.

I'm excited to see more of Scotland. The train ride has been gorgeous, the city giving way to rolling hills and pastures. We should be passing through into Scotland soon, I think. According to the map, anyway. Everything is so green and the names of the towns are so quaint. Now, that's a word I've never used before but it's fitting. I was reading up on Edinburgh in a guide book I picked up and guess what? They have a big ass castle! Yeah, buddy! Haha. It's right at the end of the Royal Mile, which is one of their oldest cobblestone roads that is, you guessed it, a mile long. Which is funny, since they don't even use miles, they use kilometers. Interesting.

I've looked into some walking tours and other sights to see but I might just wander. That's been my favorite way to see the cities. Sorry about the handwriting being even worse than usual. With the swaying and my drooping eyes, it's no wonder. The movement of the train is soothing, too. I'm about to pass out soon, after losing sleep because of those idiots last night. Maybe I'll try and rest my eyes for a—-

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"Last call for Edinburgh! Any passengers disembarking at Edinburgh, last call," the ticket checker bellowed in a Scottish accent from the far end of the train car, rousing you from sleep.

You groaned, pulling your hood down further to block out the noise. One more hour until Glasgow. Suddenly, you heard a loud rush of movement followed by a string of curse words in English. You peeked out just in time to see a man run past you toward the door, desperately trying to zip up his bag and also wrangle a duffle bag all with one arm. His backpack struck the sidewall as he took the stairs down to the platform, leaving behind a fluttering of papers in his wake.

Jumping into action, you tried to gather all the papers and stuff them into the notebook they had escaped from, but once you had, the doors were closed and the train was in motion. Nose pressed up against the glass as the platform grew smaller, you spotted the man checking the bag's contents, most likely searching for what you now held in your hands.