Valery stepped out onto the porch, holding her heels in her hand.
Bucky Barnes locked the front door behind himself. Setting his suitcase down, he carefully laid the key underneath the mat. "If you ever want to come back and dance." He told her.
Picking up his suitcase in one hand, he took Valery's hand in his other.
"I believe I will wait for you to come home. That way we can dance together."
He gently kissed her forehead. "Will you see me to the train station?"
She sighed. "No, unfortunately I have to get home to my father. It really is too late."
He nodded, his smile faltering. "Can I write to you, Valery Erskine?"
"You may." She smiled. "I would love to hear from you."
"Yes, I am sure my war tales will thrill you."
"It will not be your tales, so much as the knowledge that you are alive."
A few blocks later, the pair stopped.
Valery slipped into her shoes. "This is where we shall part, Sergeant."
"I will send you a letter from my first stop, Miss Valery." He kissed her again. "Where shall I send it to?"
"Miss Valery Erskine, Stark Tower, New York." She answered. "I promise it will make it safely into my hands."
"Howard won't destroy it out of jealousy?" He asked, his arm wrapped around her.
"If he does, I will get revenge upon him."
He chuckled at that. "Perhaps you should be going to war against the Nazis. I fear you would be scarier than most of the soldiers about to ship out."
"Perhaps I should." She tiptoed up to kiss him. "Goodbye Sergeant Barnes. We will see each other again."
"I hope so." He reluctantly took his arm from around her, releasing her to walk away in the opposite direction.