December 13th, 1943

Dear Bucky,

I'm much less mad at you than I was. I think it was finally sinking in that you were okay and all my emotions went absolutely bonkers. I'm sorry if my last letter upset you. But now that it's had time to really sink in, I'm just relieved. More relieved than I can say. So relieved I could cry again. I think we've all been doing a great deal of it, really. I've caught Mom crying a couple times and that would always set me off. Happy tears, of course. Maybe a bit overwhelmed too. I think I may even have caught Jack crying too, though, I can't be sure. He won't admit it, of course, but his eyes were all red when I went looking for him this morning. I'd asked him to get your present and he took his time coming back with it so I went to find him and he was awfully short with me when I did. I think it was because he was embarrassed that I saw. So maybe don't say anything to him? Normally I'd be teasing him just as I know you would, but this time? It just doesn't feel right.

Anyway, I hope you've gotten your present along with this! I told you we'd manage to do it! Jack and I got a couple Captain America comics for you for Christmas and we saved enough to send it to you. And of course, they are far funnier now that you've told us about Steve! I still can't believe it! I barely even registered that part of your letter until I reread it again yesterday. But Steve? He's Captain America? I would ask if you're sure, but since it's Steve we're talking about, of course you must be.

But Steve? How is that even possible? I can't wrap my head around it, I admit, but I do trust you when you say it is him, Bucky.

Oh! You'll have to tell me all about what he thinks of the comics!

And tell him I'm mad at him too! Why didn't he tell me! I was so worried about him too and he's barely written back after the letters I've sent him! I know I'll likely say it in the letter I'm planning on writing him too, but maybe it'll get through if you repeat it.

Be careful, okay? And tell Steve to be careful too. You have to look out for each other now, and make sure both of you come home! Mom and Jack send their love to both of you. And I send mine, of course!

And I know it's still over a week away, but I don't know if I'll be sending another letter before then, so Merry Christmas! We're going into the city closer to Christmas to see the Trees at Rockefeller Centre. Apparently there are three smaller ones this year instead of a big one, but I'm sure it will still be lovely. And then everyone's coming over to our place Christmas Day for dinner. It won't be the same without you and Danny, but I know you'll be here with us in spirit, just as I hope you know we'll be there with you.

I love you, big brother.

Love,

Beatrice

P.S. Oh Bucky! I almost forgot! I'm a horrible, horrible sister!

I'd forgotten I hadn't told you yet! Though, maybe Mom has, but just in case - in all the chaos —that followed us getting— and when we got your letter, it completely slipped my mind! I was writing you —about it when we got that horrible— before and promptly forgot until just now that I hadn't actually sent that letter. I can't believe I only just remembered now, but the most exciting thing happened! Of course, it got overshadowed a bit by what we thought had happened to you. But you're okay, so I should have remembered sooner!

Danny came home! And more than that, we've got a new sister! Danny got married! He asked his sweetheart Abigail to marry him. He managed to make it home on the 29th of October for a few days before shipping out, and they decided to get married before he left. Isn't that romantic? So they got married on the 4th before he shipped out on the 8th of November.

It wasn't a big wedding, of course, or even a church wedding. Just a quick ceremony at City Hall, but it was still quite beautiful. Just our family and Abigail's. Mom cried, of course. I got to wear my good blue dress. You know, the one you, Danny and Jack got me for my Birthday last year. And Abigail's dress was lovely—pale green with an adorable little matching jacket—even if it wasn't a gown like she'd said she'd always wanted. But she also said she didn't care. She said she got to marry Danny before he left, and that was more important than having the time to find a proper dress. It should be too sappy, but thinking about it now just makes me smile.

I hope it makes you smile too.

Love (again),

Bea

A/N : Did you really think she was going to stay mad for long? :P

Again, long dashes around text were intended to be a strikethrough...but FFN is lame that way...boo.

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