November 30, 2013
Dear Bucky,
Some days, everything is loud, and fast, and bright, and I want to just go home and sit in a closet.
But other days…
We went to the Stark Expo back in 1943, but we never got close to imagining what the future would really be like.
People carry little computers around in their pockets. They can ask the computer a question, and it will answer them. We landed on the moon, and sent robots to Venus, Mars and Titan. We made new elements. We cured polio. The movies are in 3D, and they can make the monsters look real enough to touch.
And that's not even touching the thing's Tony is working on – robots and space ships, just like the stories we used to read.
But for the people here, it's all normal. It's just the world they live in.
I'd love to show it all to you- the food, the gadgets, the music (although honestly, a lot of the music just sounds like so much noise). So I'm showing it all to Maggie instead. I have a list, and we try something new every day. Every day I'm not fighting terrorists in a cave, anyway.
Today we tried Pad Thai. I liked it – Maggie wasn't so sure. It's...noodley. Spicy. It's got peanuts, and limes. Definitely something I'd try again.
But some days, after Maggie is in bed, I turn off the lights and put on one of my Billie Holiday records and pretend. I imagine I've dreamed everything – this strange, beautiful, terrible future - and I'll wake up back in 1945 where things made some kind of sense. It's exhausting sometimes. Being optimistic.
Wish you were here.
Stevie