#falconwinter

Dear Sam,

You're probably wondering why I'm writing you a letter on paper, but before I fell off the train, that's all I knew, no cell phones or email, it was either paper or voice.

I have so much to tell you.

Think of it as a whim of your hundred-year-old lover.

When I met you, Sam, nothing prepared me for you.

Of course we tried to kill each other first, or rather, I tried to kill you, but after hydra, I didn't expect you, us, I didn't expect what I'm living with you now.

I am grateful for many things in my life, for the fate that put Steve in your way and thus allowing our meeting, for the wakandans for helping me to free myself from the grip of hydra, but most of all I am grateful to you for loving me. Thank you for loving me.

I was happy before, but Hydra has tainted that happiness of which I have only fragments left. The happiness I feel with you here, love, I have never felt before. You gave me a family, a home.

Careful, I'll get even cheesier, but it's all true.

Sam, I love that you're the last thing I see at night and the first thing in the morning.

You're strong but I'm glad I'm the only one who sees your weaknesses. That I am the only one who knows when you are hurting, when you are scared, when you doubt. Thank you for letting me be your strength, your support, your comfort in those moments

I could go on and on telling you how much I adore you, but I would need ten pages to tell you how much I love you and why and now that I'm at this point, I realize that this idea is silly. I'm going to throw this paper away and tell you all this in person, as soon as I have the courage.

I love you more than anything.

Your Bucky.

Sam dropped the hand holding the letter and put his head back against the wall as a soft smile bloomed on his lips.

Bucky...

Only someone like him could write something like that and make it extremely adorable. His adorable hundred-year-old dork.

Sam stood up and he folded the sheet of paper carefully before putting it in his pocket. He headed to the living room and called out, "Bucky?"

No answer.

He entered the living room and approached the couch.

Bucky was lying on his back, his metal arm folded over his head and the other resting on Alpine who was sleeping on his stomach. He was sleeping soundly.

Sam couldn't help but smile fondly as Bucky's words echoed in his head.

He quietly approached and quietly knelt down to Bucky's head. He moved his hand forward and gently ran his fingers through his lover's long hair. Bucky smiled and slowly woke up. He turned his head toward Sam, leaning into the hand in his hair.

He opened his eyes and smiled when his gaze met Sam's, very close now.

"Sam?"

Sam said softly, "Shhh...." and placed a finger on the mouth of Bucky who kissed it playfully.

Then Sam began to speak, his eyes in Bucky's, "Dear Bucky, I did receive your letter and you were right, I wondered at first what had gotten into you, but after reading the reason you did it, it made sense."

"Sa-"

Sam shook his head, "let me finish, will you?"

He winked at Bucky and continued, "The first thing I felt after reading your letter was being loved. You say I gave you a home, but you did too. I already had my family, Sarah and the kids, but you gave me a home to come home to. And when I think of home, I think of you sitting there reading with Alpine, greeting me with a smile after a difficult mission and making me forget everything I've been through. Because I know you understand me. When I think of home, I think of you playing in the backyard with the boys and maybe our kids later. When I think of home, I think of you asleep in our sheets right after we made love."

Sam paused for a moment and saw a tear running down Bucky's cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, kissed him on the forehead and continued, "You make me laugh, Bucky, you make me smile when sometimes I can't. I'm not afraid to fail because I know you'll catch me. When the magnitude of my task overwhelms me, you are the one who keeps me going. I love that we take care of each other, that we lean on each other. And finally, I'm going to be as cheesy as you, I too love that you are the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night."

Sam moved closer again and whispered against Bucky's lips, "I love you too..." he placed a light kiss on his lips and continued, "More than anything."

Bucky, his eyes shining, whispered, "my Sam..." before pulling him to him and pressing his lips to his.

They exchanged a long kiss and then Sam pulled back a little and said to Bucky mischievously, "I'm still waiting for you to tell me all this with your voice."

Bucky smiled and said softly, "I promise." then leaned in to kiss her but was interrupted.

"Meow?"

Alpine had gotten up and was walking towards them, stepping on Bucky.

"Oh Alpine, we love you too baby girl."

Bucky took her in his arms and sat on the couch, joined by Sam who took them both in his arms.

They stayed like that for a long time, enjoying the sweetness of life. Happy. At home.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝