It was two boring days of thinking and hoping before a letter arrived in the mail addressed to Lucy.
She knew who it was from. When Jarvis told her about it she raced to the mailroom, picked it up from a very frazzled looking intern named Jamie. He seemed nice enough if a little all over the place. But looking at the state of the mailroom it wasn't surprising. Apparently the Avengers got a lot of fan mail and hate mail.
She scurried back up to her room and opened the envelope with the utmost care. No condoms fell out this time thank god.
Lucy,
Hey, doll face, I know I'm an asshole, and the last letter didn't have much but I didn't want to write anything too personal in that one in case someone else read it before you could get your hands on it.
However, I'm hoping by this point everyone knows who the letters are for. I wrote to Steve. It was surreal. I mean he's my best friend, as I'm sure he's already told you, but still, there's this whole gap between then and now, not sure what to do with all that you know.
But you don't want to hear about that. What I'm sure you want is an explanation for why I left you there. And to be honest I guess I don't have one. I got scared Luce, terrified actually. That you're my person, and I'm not going to be good enough for you.
Lucy, you're like an angel sent down from heaven, you saved me. You deserve better than me, but I'm gonna try and be the man you deserve.
I'm starting by making sure you're safe while I deal with the people who are chasing you.
No one is ever going hurt you again Doll I can promise you that.
Yours,
Bucky
After reading the letter Lucy was two parts head over heels with this man and one part pissed. Of course, Bucky was good enough, He just needed to get his ass over here so she could tell him.
The shock of it all was gone. It had taken those five days of being at Avengers tower to figure some things out, but now she just wanted him here with her.
Oh she was still mad as hell at him and they needed to talk about some stuff, but he was her other half, He had proved that again and again on the road. He understood her better than anyone else ever had, even when he didn't even know who he was himself. He was funny, sweet, strong, caring, idiotic, but he was hers.
And the letters kept coming. Jarvis would alert her when one had arrived and she would drop everything and race down to see the haggard-looking Jamie as he slowly organized the mailroom.
However, he always had a smile on his face when he would hand her her letter of the day.
Lucy,
So I woke up last night thinking of where I would want to take you for the perfect date. I feel like I owe you one after everything you've been through with me. If it was 1941 I would have taken you to Coney Island and dragged Steve along so the little punk wasn't left alone by himself. I'd have had you bring a friend for him. I was always trying to get him out in the dating scene but he was impossible.
Now though, I'm not so sure. Coney Island doesn't feel like my kind of thing anymore. Maybe it's the noise of the crowds, But I wouldn't be able to relax there with you. So instead what about a picnic on the roof of a building overlooking Brooklyn so I can point out all the places where Steve and I used to get in trouble. Something quiet for just the two of us. Would you like that Luce?
Yours,
Bucky
God, of course, she would. It sounded like the perfect romantic outing. Now the overgrown idiot needed to get here so they could go.
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Lucy,
I miss you. I know that's probably way too sappy to put in a letter but it's no less true, I miss waking up with you in my arms, even though we were together for such a short amount of time. Knowing that you were there and that I could keep you safe, always filled me with such peace even if at the time I didn't know you were my soulmate.
I miss the way you would make me laugh and talk about what's important to you. I want to hear about school and what your life had been like before I blundered my way into it.
You asked me once what my favorite kind of music was. At that time I couldn't remember but I do now. My mom would play classical on the radio when she cooked or cleaned or did anything for that matter. I was like a lot of my peers, we listened to artists like Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, the Andrew Sisters, the Boswell Sisters, to name a few. Always had a crush on the Boswell Sisters. Steve used to tease me about them all the time. The insufferable twerp.
I want to take you dancing to all the music I used to swing to. Would you want to go dancing with me? Would you be willing to let me twirl you around the dance floor?
Yours,
Bucky
She read that one in the mailroom with a hot cup of tea that Jamie had pulled out of thin air for her, while he busied himself with throwing away hate mail and then later entertaining her with some of the love letters that got sent to the avengers.
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Lucy,
