March 7th, 1944

Dear Bea,

Nice try, Bea. But don't think I don't know what you're doing. Careful, or I really am going to be writing Jack for the run down on Gordy. And you wouldn't want that, would you? Haha!

Alas, my sweet little sister, no I do not have a sweetheart here. And I actually have had a few chances for dancing between missions, believe it or not. Not a lot of time, mind you, but every now and then there's an evening to spare down at the pub. And sadly, Valentine's Day was not one of them. We were prepping for a mission that day, so no dames around to dance with. Though, Jacques and I did try to get a little dancing going. Steve was a good sport, but some of the others were ready to deck us, I think. It was a pretty fun evening, though. And it certainly lightened the mood before the mission—another success, Bumblebee, and one more check on the list of targets to take out before the War's won.

There are a few pretty girls here. But they all have eyes only for Steve. It's almost painful, really. They barely give me the time of day anymore when he's in the room. But seriously, though. I don't think he enjoys the attention at all. I don't think I would either. I know I'm not too hard to look at on top of being a charmer—you don't let me forget it, Bumblebee—but even I can't seem to attract dames like Steve does now. And they're all just after 'Captain America.' That's not so fun.

But you know, he does have his eye on one woman. She's one of the Agents we work with. A Brit and boy is she easy on the eyes. Tough as nails too. Steve really knows how to pick 'em. And I'm pretty sure she likes him too. It's both frustrating and incredibly entertaining to watch them dancing around each other, that's for sure.

I'm glad you got his letter though, and I saw that you wrote him back. You told him about seeing him in the City? And that you and your friends had wanted to get a picture with him? Oh, Bea. The look on his face was nearly as perfect as when you and Jack sent those comics for Christmas! I think he choked on his coffee, even. And then he proceeded to glare at me when I pulled out yours and Jack's birthday present for me. That was cruel to send more comics, you know. Cruel to him, not me. I don't regret a moment!

Thanks for those, by the way. Until your letter, Jack and Mom's, I'd almost completely forgotten about my birthday. Things were a bit crazy just before, what with missions and all. The boys took me out for drinks at the pub and Steve even managed to get a candle for me. It was on a cookie since cakes are a bit hard to come by, even in London thanks to rationing, but it was still not a bad birthday. The only thing that could've made it better was to have you, Mom, Jack and Danny there too. And you know I can't tell you what my wish was. That would keep it from coming true, silly Bumblebee. But I think you can probably guess.

We're still working on getting home, Bea. Don't worry. It'll be over before you know it.

I'm sending your gift along too, and since I don't know if I'll be able to write again before the 7th. So Happy 18th Birthday, Bumblebee. I should probably say something about you being all grown up, but I still don't see it. You'll always be my kid sister.

And of course you're my favorite sister. You're my only sister! But it means I miss you all the more.

Bucky

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