Sebastian Stan Imagines

«Year of Letters- Bucky»

Title: Year of Letters
WC: 2310

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January 13th, 1945

Dear James Buchanan Barnes,

I missed you for a little while now. After I found out about your death, I couldn't live anymore. Steve writes to me as much as he can. I love the man, but differently than with you. I loved you more than an icarus loves the sun. I loved you more than a cat loves catnip. I loved you more than Steve loves being the hero. I loved you more than you could've loved that red head from down the street. You were my world... and you're gone.

Hopefully, these letters don't last long. I will write one everyday until the day I learn to stop loving you. I'm not too sure if that is humanly possible. You mean too much to me. Yet here I am as I continue to write my love for you. Little did you know, I've loved you the moment you stood up for me.

Remember back on my first date? He was the best, Chad, everything I've ever wanted yet he was still missing something. It's those blue eyes of yours. That's exactly to what he was missing and I hate it. When we danced in the park, the way he held me was different to you. You held me tight and protective. He held me seductively and loose. His hands ran all over my body, you could sense the uncomfortable position of was in somehow. You saved me that night, you saved me from a stranger. I will never forget that day. The day I saw your lovely blue eyes turn dark...

February 14th, 1945

Dear James Buchanan Barnes,

Today went horrible. I went to go visit the memorial at your parent's place today... they tore it down. All they did was tell me of how your mother felt haunted but I couldn't believe her. She knew how much you meant to me yet she didn't bother to tell me about the destruction. I went home crying, needing for your arms to wrap around me.

Gosh, it's been over a month and I'm still stuck on you. The man of my dreams. Ripped away from me because he had to be on Steve's side. If only you could see me now. Not living the life I've wanted. You promised you would give me everything when you got back. But where are you? You're dead. You're away from me and I can't do a thing about it.

Alone of Valentine's Day, how could you? You said I would never be alone on a day like this. Especially since you knew how much it means to me. My parent's death date. You knew how lonely I felt yet you left me. How could I have trusted in a dead man's words?

March 23rd, 1945

Dear James Barnes,

Something weird happened today. I went on a date tonight. I know you would've want me to go on it... that's what Steve did tell me. I was meant to go on that date. I still can't believe the two of you have left me, gone in this lonely world of mine.

The date went well but the man seemed boring yet nice at the same time. He had everything I've ever wanted yet he was missing something... his hair. He's a blonde, not a brunette like you. He saved most of his head... from being in the military. I'm afraid to be with him, I'm afraid he'll leave me just like you.

Maybe I should break up with this wonderful man? Let him love someone other than me? That sounds better to me. Better than this world of mine.

April 3rd, 1945

Dear James Barnes,

I miss you more than ever right now. I was right about the blonde, perfect man. He did leave me, he left me just like you. He was a pilot in the war, sunk his plane right into the ocean. I got news of him from a couple of buddies of his. Never did I know I was right. He was everything to me just like you.