May 8th, 1945

Dear Bucky,

It's over. It's finally over. The War's over and everyone is coming home. Everyone who's left, at least. Danny's not. And neither is Steve. He—Bucky, he went missing a few weeks after you did. Everyone thinks he's —dea— gone too. And you—

I'm not even entirely sure why I'm writing this. But it feels wrong not to. When we got Steve's letter? It broke us all over again, Bucky. Just like when we got the letter about Danny. Just like when we got that first letter about you. Even when we read in the paper that Steve went missing. Hearing that you—

But it doesn't feel right. I don't feel it the way I did with Danny. When we got the condolence letter for him, I think we all just knew it was true, that there was no chance that he would miraculously have survived. But with you? Maybe it's because it already happened once and part of me is hoping, desperately, that it'll happen again. Maybe I'm just crazy or maybe it's denial, but I just—

It doesn't feel like you're gone.

I know you're never going to get this. I'm not even going to send it because I know you won't. But I have to write it anyway. I just can't fight the feeling that you're still out there somewhere. And now that the War's over, maybe...maybe...

Just come home, Bucky.

Your beloved sister,

Bumblebee

A/N: You know, this one, I think, hurt to write the most of all the hard letters in this story. I was just gutted when I finished it... T.T

I can't believe we're here, lovelies. There is just one instalment of Dear Bucky, left!

This has been an amazing journey and I especially want to thank everyone who has shared it with me, whether you have been there from the beginning or have just discovered this little story. I hope you have all laughed, maybe cried, smiled and frowned through this, and most of all, I hope you have enjoyed !

Thanks for reading!

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