Dear Lara,

I'm not dead. And you're right, Steve is taller. I was captured however. And for some reason, you were all I could think about. I realized something too.

I was probably going to die, and I wouldn't get to say that I love you.

I love you too, Lara Roth.

Also, now that I'm back on American Soil, we get a little break, and I'm taking you dancing, so get ready.

Also, don't go out with this David character anymore. I'm just saying, but I think I finally know what jealousy feels like.

And I hate it.

Anyway, wear something nice, and put on your dancing shoes.

I love you.

Love,

Bucky.

P.S. That wasn't too cheesy, right?

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shameless self promotion; i posted a finnick fic, and you guys should check it out.

thanks for reading! more lucky on the way!