September 14, 1943

Dear Bucky,

I knew as soon as I wrote it that it was a bad idea to admit that about the whole Bumblebee thing. I will find a way, don't you doubt that! You may very well be used to the torments Danny and Jack could put to you, but I am not a little brother. Not only I am your sister, but I am far more clever than they are. And I can get Mom on my side. Hah! What do you have to say to that! And it'll be when you least expect it too!

I hope you're being safe, Bucky. Or as safe as you can be. I expect what little news we get here at home on what it is like for all of you is watered down, but it still sounds awful. I tried to imagine what it must be like, but I can't. Not even with what you've told us. And even if they are idiots, I hope you and your friends are all looking out for one another. I know you'll look out for them, but they better be looking out for you too.

Enough of the gloom! I'm supposed to cheer you up, aren't I? And here I am worrying at you! I think I do have something that will make you smile at least. Hopefully, it will make you laugh.

Have you heard of Captain America? He's become rather a big deal here since you left, travelling all over the country selling War Bonds. Gordon, Agnes, Jack, Betty and I all went to one of his shows in the City. I'm going to see if I can send you one of the comic books. They really are quite silly, but I'm sure you'd enjoy the laugh. Maybe Jack and I can pool our pennies and send you one.

It was really quite an impressive show. The song was catchy and I can't help but admit I'm still humming it days later. There was something about the guy playing Captain America that was familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Agnes said he looked like Steve. I suppose that's true, except Steve is tiny, and this guy was huge! We didn't get all that close, but even from our seats it wasn't hard to tell. He must have been taller than you at least. I wanted to get a picture with him, but I spent the last of my money on the ticket to the show and some popcorn. Besides, Mom set a curfew and even thought we left as soon as the show ended, by the time we got back to Brooklyn we were cutting it pretty close as it was.

I also can't help but think how you and Steve would have enjoyed it. You both would have found it hugely entertaining, I'm sure. I can just picture your expressions watching this guy marching around the stage in this silly red, white and blue costume with a big star in the centre of his chest. He was a walking flag, Bucky. You both would've been laughing so hard.

But as fun as it was, it also made me a little sad to be honest, simply because it got me wishing both of you were here. I haven't seen and have barely heard from Steve since he left too. I'm worried about him, Bucky. I haven't heard anything from him in weeks. He still hadn't told me what he went off for. I don't get many letters from him, only one last month so far, and it didn't really say all that much: wishing me and Mom well, asking after Danny and Jack, commenting on any news I gave him—but nothing about himself save that he's doing fine and not to worry, that he was finally doing something to help with the War.

I don't know, Bucky. I know he was so eager to do something, but I don't think he's happy about whatever it is he's managed to get himself into. Maybe he's working in a factory, or something. Or maybe I'm just misreading his letter. I don't know him as well as you do, after all. I'm sure he's fine. But I still can't help but worry, Bucky. Just a little. I hope you're right and he hasn't done something stupid. I also hope he's finally written to you, and that you know what he's gone and done. Then you can tell me.

I have given Mom a kiss from you and Jack a hug, but I know they wish it was you giving them. I wish it was too. Stay safe, Bucky. Don't you go and do anything too brave and stupid, you hear?

After all, you need to come back and intimidate Gordon. I went dancing like you asked, you know, and he was my partner for most of the evening. You should have seen Jack trying to take on the intimidating big brother role. It didn't work so well with Gordon being his friend and all. It was quite funny!

There. How's that for incentive to come home!

Lots of love,

Beatrice

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