(Guys... Please don't hate me after I write this... But it's kinda depressing. I will make a place to stop reading if you don't want to stab me and/or yourself.)

The Night Before Bucky Leaves for England...

You awoke from your sleep with a start. The banging on the door comforted you. It was a thing Bucky did, he would bang on the door to wake you and then barge in.

"Hey, Sweet Face." he said as he came in. "So how was the Expo?" you asked him, twirling around the ring on your finger.

"Great. Steve and I went together and met up with these two girls, either of which would have been great for him, but they just couldn't get enough of me, no matter how many times I said I was married to the most beautiful woman in the world." Bucky smirked at you.

"Shut up, Buck," you looked away, a blush on your face.

"I wasn't going to lie to them. And then Steve ran off and tried to join the military- again." Bucky groaned as he took off his uniform.

His uniform. It just made it all the more eminent that he was leaving the next morning for Europe. He crawled into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your side.

"Well, at least he cares about his country, unlike most men." you shrugged. Bucky nodded, and he squeezed you tighter. "I haven't actually been Mrs. Barnes the other times you've left. This is a first." He nodded. A quiet silence fell.

"Bucky?"

"Yes, doll?"

"I think I'm pregnant. Some things haven't happened yet, and I haven't gone to the doctor to confirm it... But I'm pretty sure."

"Oh, that's... Wait, pregnant? I'm... I'm gonna be a daddy?"

"Possibly, sweetie."

He turned you around and nearly crushed you in a hug. "I'm gonna miss it." he muttered. You'd already thought about that, though.

"Well, then, we'll have to have more then." you smiled. He planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Y/N Y/M/N Barnes, how did I get so lucky to have you?" he asked, before pecking your lips.

"I don't know, James. I don't know." you smiled, laying your head on his chest before falling asleep.

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"Honey, if you want to see me go, you need to get up." Bucky whispered. You groaned, but got up. You wanted to spend every last minute with him. You got in your best dress and went out, hand in hand with your husband. When you got to the airport he'd be leaving from, you were already in tears.

"Bucky, I miss you already, and you haven't even left." you sobbed.

"I know, Sweet Face, I know." he ran his fingers through your Y/H/C locks, not wanting to leave you.

"Your- your- f-flight leaves soon." you mumbled.

"Who needs them, when I've got you?" he smiled.

"G-go."

"Okay. I'll write you every day, I swear. And I mean every day, alright?" he squeezed your hands tight and nearly jumped out of the car, but came back around to your window.

"You're gonna be late, Soldier Boy." you teased. He smiled, "Anything to see you longer, Sweet Face."

(⚠️WARNING!!! If you don't want to shoot me, I suggest stopping here. If you want to never see Bucky's death the same way again... Continue.⚠️)
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After Bucky Has Been Deployed...

Three in the morning. Who could be knocking at three in the flipping morning? You stumbled out of bed, slower than usual, since you were almost at nine months. You opened the door and let your eyes adjust.

"Mrs. Barnes, I presume?" he asked. You nodded. "Can we hurry this up? I don't know what this is about, but couldn't it have waited until morning?"

"Ma'am. If you could take this...?" He held out something. It was then you really processed who he was.

He was a soldier... With a letter...

And a folded up flag.

You started gasping and choking on the air. Tears streamed down your face, and you let out a shrill wail.

"Ma'am. I'm so very sorry, but if you would." he handed you the letter and the flag and walked off. You slammed the door and turned on the lights. You ripped open the letter.

Mrs. Y/N Barnes,
We regret to inform you that Captain Steven Grant Rogers has passed in the line of duty. He was flying a plane over the ocean, and the only way...

You tuned out the rest. It wasn't Bucky, it's wasn't your James. You breathed a sigh of relief.

But why did they give you Steve's flag? Why not give it to Bucky? You looked at the flag, folded up all neat and noticed something sticking out. The color was the same, and when you grabbed it, the paper had the same texture.

No. No, no, no. You thought, over and over and over. You ripped it open. "NO!" you cried out.

It started the same way.

Mrs. Y/N Barnes,
We deeply regret informing you that Sergeant James Barnes has passed in the line of duty. On mission, he was holding onto the side of a train, and he lost his grip. He died on impact, as far as we can tell, since we could not find his body. His belongings will be arriving soon in the mail. We with deepest sorrow tell you this.

He was gone. Your Soldier Boy was gone. You read through Steve's letter, and then reread Bucky's. Your two favorite boys' bodies would never be found, never buried. You held in your sobs and looked at what you now saw were two folded flags.

"A-Anything to s-see you l-longer... S-sweet f-face." you choked out. You turned off the lights, laying down in bed and simply crying.

For a month, you still got his letters. And though they were sweet, he always ended them the same way, reminding you of what never could be.

I'll see you soon,
Sergeant Barnes ;)

"Right... Right, I'll see you soon." you whispered, over the cries of your newborn son, James Steven Barnes, whom you named after the two best men you'd ever known.

(The next part of the preferences are coming out soon... I just published like crazy until I realized I hadn't exactly written the next part to come out. So fear not, my readers! The next one shall be out soon!)