Imagine: Steve telling Bucky about when you two dated in the forties so Bucky would at least hear about how much he loved you.
"Tell me about her."
"It only makes you upset."
"I want to remember her. I need to remember her."
"Betty wasn't really one to stand out in the crowd."
"She liked to be independent."
"Am I going to tell you the story?" Steve took a second to figure out how to start. "Betty stopped some bully that I was fighting with in an alley. Betty helped me back to my apartment and cleaned up some cuts I had on my face. Then you came by after work and I told you what happened."
"That must've been some first meeting."
"We went to the fair that weekend. To impress her you played a few games. You sure kept her laughing that night."
"Won her a stuffed bear?"
"She kept that close after you left to the war. I made sure to visit her every chance I got and the bear was either in her hands or on near her reading chair."
"Was she lonely? Worried?"
"We both were. I told her everything would be okay. She kept telling me how proud she was of the two of us."
"And the locket?"
"Before you first left, I helped you pick out a necklace. We talked Betty into get a picture taken and used that to surprise her with. You really loved her."
"I love Betty. I part of me always has and always will."
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