Tags: Stucky - Freeform, Pining, Flashbacks, slightly AU, cryo! Bucky, Pre-Black Panther (2018), Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Frottage, First Kiss, Idiots in Love

Notes: It's a tad bit AU, but not too, too far off from the original story. (Post Civil War but pre-black panther, I haven't seen it yet, no spoilers, please!)

This is a part of my "Challenge yourself" series that me and my BFF 1980 have been hatching and scratching at since February of 2018. Come check us out for all your fanfiction needs. This one needed to contain three flashbacks.

CH 01/08 - The First Letter

Bucky,

This has got to be a new experience for you. Going into the ice voluntarily. I would have thought that your stubbornness would have fought you through and through, but the fact that you made this decision on your own made me more determined to let it happen.

It's been three days you've been on ice and it hurts to see you like this. I'm not going to lie. I just got you back and all we've done is fight since the moment I found out who you were on that bridge. Fight and run. Now all I do is sit around and watch you, wait for news from Shuri. I will have to hand it to you, for as relaxed as you are supposed to be, you still have this.. pained expression on your face. Like you're trying to wake yourself up from a nightmare but can't seem to pull yourself out of it. Seeing you on ice is difficult. And sometimes I'm afraid I'll never see you again. That's my nightmare.

I'll tell you Buck, I think after we get those words out of your brain we outta' take a vacation. Somewhere warm. Somewhere that reminds us of what home used to be like.

Speaking of which, the demolished our old apartment last week to make room for condos. In Brooklyn. Unbelievable. Our home is gone, Buck. But I honestly don't think I mind much. It wasn't ever the run-down apartment that reminded me of home, it was you.

Maybe we could go down to Coney Island again? I bet I'd have the stomach for some of the rides there now. I remember how much you loved to ride the rides, feel the wind in your hair, hold your hands up as your stomach dropped down a hill.

Anyway, Nat is calling me, so I better run. See ya soon, Buck.

Your Pal,

Steve