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40s!Bucky

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words: 1647

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From that first night on, I thought of James often. His letter arrived randomly and occasionally out of order. He seemed to try to write to me at least a little bit every day. He said it was because he never knew which ones were going to reach me or not. I always wrote back as quickly as I could, occasionally sending him two in one day if something else happened that I wanted to tell him about.

I’d been keeping all of his letters in an old hat box on my shelf. Occasionally, I read through them. James writes beautifully, his words almost like a new form of poetry. I read sections of the letters when I’m in a mood. The mixture of his words and the woodsmoke, sweat, honey, and gunpowder that his letters always seemed to smell like would always comfort me.

One of the most read letters is probably the first one he ever sent me.

Dear Y/N,

You’re wondering why I asked you, a girl I barely know, to write to me. I have to be honest, it was a spur of the moment decision. Something about you enchanted me. It still does. Was it you that enchanted me? Are you a witch? You were right, however, that I wanted to get to know you, doll. I still do.

If you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you a nurse anymore? What made you stop? I don’t think you are wrong about everyone having good in them. The world is not just plain old black and white. There are infinite shades of grey. Most of the men over here would say we’re both crazy. The Nazi’s are evil. We aren’t. But your letter got me thinking about perspectives. Maybe the Nazis really do believe that they are the good guys. Even though they murder innocent people…

Anyways, a little bit about myself. Well, I grew up in Boston with my best friend, Steve (he’s the one I was looking for that day). He’s always getting himself into trouble. Just earlier that day I found him getting beat up in the alley behind a movie theater. He may be tiny but he’s got more spirit than half the guys out here. I miss him. He writes sometimes. Sends me some drawings of his occasionally, too. He’s quite the artists. Maybe after the war is over, when people are spending money again, he’ll start selling them.

You said you want to be out here fighting this war with us, doll, but trust me; you don’t. Men are dying left and right. Some have been captured and taken hostages by some Nazi science nerds that call themselves “Hydra”. I don’t want to tell you too much, though. Don’t want to give you nightmares.

I know how dangerous New York can be, especially for a gal like you, so you make sure you stay safe, too.

I’ll be waiting for your letter, doll.

James Barnes

Two weeks after receiving that first letter, I was sitting in a booth at the diner Angie worked at, waiting for her shift to end. I shifted in the pale blue-green seat as Peggy Carter rushed in through the door, heading straight for Angie. The three of us were all friendly, though I was closer with Angie than Peggy. Usually, Peggy was very calm and collected but tonight she was a whirlwind of energy. Her usually perfect hair was messed up and she was talking a mile a minute, her accent making it visibly hard for Angie to understand her.

“Woah! Slow down, English,” Angie said with a smile. “My shift is over. Meet me in the back and snag y/n on your way.

Peggy nodded and quickly made her way over to me before motioning for me to follow. I carefully tucked the letter for James I had been working on into my purse while Peggy stood there impatiently waiting for me, bouncing on the balls of her feet. The moment I stood she grabbed my arm and practically ran for the back door of the diner, dragging me with her.

“What is it, Peggy?” I asked when we finally were standing in the alley. She just shook her head and went back to bouncing on her feet, impatiently waiting for Angie to appear.

“Okay, what’s the rush, English?” Angie came out the door and walked over to stand next to me.

Peggy quickly pulled two matching envelopes from her purse. My heart jumped at first, thinking somehow she had found my letters from James. It twisted when I began to worry that maybe he was writing to her, too. The sudden bout of jealousy made me shake my head. They were just standard military envelopes. Peggy opened one of the envelopes and began to read but Angie quickly cut her off.

“Too many words. Just tell us what has you so excited.”

“The Strategic Scientific Reserve wants me to work for them! I’ll be in charge of the military training for the candidates of Project Rebirth, whatever that is. This is going to change my life!”

At those words, I felt my heart simultaneously sink with jealousy and swell with pride. On one hand, my best friend was now one of the only woman working in the actual US military (Nursing doesn’t count, in my opinion). But on the other, they were offering jobs to women now and I hadn’t been chosen but my closest friend had. What kind of cruel trick was the universe playing at? “Congrats, Peg.” The smile I had one was real. I was proud of her, jealous, but proud.

“What’s the other envelope for?” Angie asked.

“Well, I certainly can’t do it alone. I’m going to need all the help and support I can get. So… I managed to convince them that I would need an assistant. They asked me if I knew of anyone that would be interested and Angie, I know you have no interest in fighting this war in person—”

“Damn right.”

“—So, I hope there will be no hard feelings about this. Y/N,” Peggy turned to me. “Care to join the United States Military?”

I was silent for a moment, a little in shock, before squealing like a little girl. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I jumped up and down, elated. “Oh, thank you, Peggy! Thank you!” I pulled her in for a tight hug before we both turned and hugged Angie. The three of us stood in the alley behind the diner for a long time, hugging, when I suddenly broke away.

“Oh my goodness! I have to tell James!” I quickly thanked Peggy again before dashing away, already writing this letter in my head. My thoughts were so full of James that I didn’t hear Angie and Peggy’s conversation as I retreated.

“Who’s James?” Peggy whispered to Angie, confused.

“Her soldier pen-pal who just so happens to be drop-dead gorgeous. You should read the letters they write to each other. She won’t admit it but she is definitely falling in love with him. I think he might be the One.” Angie whispered back as the duo started to walk out of the alley.

“The One?”

“The One. As in her soulmate. I know they are incredibly rare and that this sounds crazy but I saw them minutes after they met and if I didn’t know better I woulda thought they were married.”

Peggy laughed lightly as she responded, “Maybe they secretly are.”

James,

This is the second time I have written you this letter. The first one is nearly complete but something completely amazing just happened to me so I had to start over.

You know how I said I want to go fight the war with you? Well, guess what? Now I am. I’ve been recruited by the Strategic Scientific Reserve (the SSR) and I am going to help with the military training of some potential candidates for some scientific experiment. I’m going to the base in New Jersey in three days so I will attach my new address. I know you probably won’t get this in time to stop your most recent letter from being sent here but don’t worry I will be coming back here, to my apartment, someday so I’ll see it then.

I’ve also attached the picture of me that you asked for. I hope I get one of you in return. Hopefully, I’ll get to see you in person soon, though.

I’ll be waiting for your letter.

Much love,

Y/N Y/L/N

Y/N,

I’m so worried about you, doll. I’ve only been over here for a few weeks and I’ve already seen so many good people die fighting this war; I don’t want you to become one of them. I’m glad you are not over here fighting yet. You’re scaring me, doll. I don’t want anything to happen to you when I’m not there to protect you. I care about you.

Maybe you can find Stevie for me? I haven’t heard from him in a while and I’m starting to get really worried. I know you aren’t in New York right now but maybe you could ask one of your friends to look for him? He’s hard to miss. Just tell them to look for a short, skinny, blonde kid with blue-eyes and more than enough heart to go around. That kid is brave to the point of stupidity sometimes. I hope he’s not getting beat up in an alley or a parking lot somewhere. I’m not there to protect him anymore.

I’m sorry this is so short, doll. But I've got to go and if I don’t put this in the mailbag right now you won’t get it for a month.

I’ll be waiting for your letter and worrying about you.

James Barnes

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Chris Evans and Stan Lee on the set of The Avengers

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When Stan Lee dies, all the Marvel movie characters should mention they have funerals to attend for their postman/doorman/friend/stripclub DJ and then be very confused when they all show up at the same one.

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The only man legendary enough to be #1 and #2 trending at the same time

Rest in peace Stan Lee

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Stan’s Greatest cameo was the small part he played in our lives.

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Goodnight, Stan Lee.

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“You know, my motto is ‘Excelsior.’ That’s an old word that means ‘upward and onward to greater glory’. It’s on the seal of the state of New York. Keep moving forward, and if it’s time to go, it’s time. Nothing lasts forever.”  – Stan Lee

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Every time you open a Marvel comic, Stan will be there.

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The biggest hero on this planet, an inspiration to millions of people and the creator of eternal worlds. May you rest in peace, Mr. Lee.

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Rest in Peace, Stan.

We’re all human and are the same in that respect, but it’s our creativity that makes us unique and what helps our personality resonate. Creativity and imagination cannot be bought or taken - it’s there from the get go - we all have it. Most of us go about our lives suppressing our flair however, whether it’s on purpose, in fear of what others will think of it, or unintentionally, courtesy of being conditioned to be nothing more than mundane “9 to 5” drones from the cot to the grave.

Imagine people capable of such unparalleled imagination that it literally changes/shapes and influences the world, pioneering the majority of pop culture. Stan Lee, amongst the likes of Steve Ditko and Jack Kirby to name a few, didn’t allow their creativity to be suppressed, but sadly, every superhero’s story has a final page.

Stan Lee sadly passed today at the commendable age of 95. You’d think he’d be able to enjoy his final golden years relaxing, witnessing the millions of people’s lives he’d influenced, reflecting on all the amazing things he’d done… but life being as cruel as it is, pneumonia proved to be a difficult battle. Seemingly in the eventual clear, alleged claims of elder abuse were filed against the people closest to him, including greedy family members and ‘carers’ - the people he should’ve been able to trust the most. If that wasn’t enough, he had to file a lawsuit against one of his own companies… all whilst losing his wife the year before, having been married for an incredible 69 years. He deserved a better retirement than that, yet he STILL went to conventions for the sake of meeting fans and showing how much he cared, sitting for hours to say hello and sign things. Though most people will never reach such an age, let alone acomplish anything close to what he’s done, am I selfish to wish that he’d been given another 100 years? Regardless, his legacy lives on in the form of his creations, and you don’t have to be a genius to know that the superheroes and stories he left behind for us aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Most current creators are probably only doing what they’re doing now because of him, let alone all the up and coming ones that are yet to follow in Stan’s footsteps. Speaking for myself, the things I’ve done and the things I’m interested in are what they are because of him. I wouldn’t have written stories if it wasn’t for him. I wouldn’t have a Marvel blog consisting of 75,000 followers just like me if it wasn’t for him. I wouldn’t have a tiny bedroom ridiculously doused in Marvel collectibles, clothing, posters, comics, and movies if it wasn’t for him. Me and my younger sister wouldn’t have a common interest (that’s borderline religious) if it wasn’t for him. I remember being beyond obsessed with Spider-Man as kid, to the point where I used to pick up spiders in the hopes that they’d bite me so I could swing on webs and climb walls. I remember being 7 years old, literally praying to God that I could be Spider-Man, and I remember how dissapointed I was when nothing happened!

One of my favourite things he said in response to being asked why people love superheroes so much was (and I’m paraphrasing here), “I wanted to make stories that are magical and fantastical. Superheroes are a different take on fantasy,” and it’s exactly that. Life sucks, and I know I probably shouldn’t rely on a single entertainment company to provide me with my fix of escapism, but I’m too far gone, and I fear my younger sister is too, haha! You don’t hear us complaining though, and I wouldn’t change my interests in the slightest. “Escapism” wasn’t an overstatement either. I live and breathe this stuff, it’s ridiculous… and it probably annoys people around me that aren’t as fanatic, but I don’t care. These superheroes come in all shapes and sizes, come from all walks of life and have powers beyond belief - everyone has a favourite hero, and mine’s Stan Lee; his superpower being the ability to change my life among others, making weirdos like myself feel special. A true modern ‘Marvel’ if there ever was one. I’ll never feel as though you’re no longer with us, because you and your imagination is here forever. You’ll live on in the hearts and minds of people like myself. I can never come close to explaining to anyone just how much Marvel has shaped me. Rest in peace Stan the Man, you’ve earnt it you legend. Excelsior!

Dec 28th 1922 - Nov 12th 2018

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They say heroes never die…

Stan Lee just passed away. I… I just don’t know what to say. I mean, he didn’t only build a merchandise, he build a whole family.

There are so many people in this world, all coming together to cry, laugh, and die with our heroes. The heroes that raised and are still raising generations. And he raised them, made them to what they’re now.

I think there will be something missing. There will be no new cameo. There will be no busdriver, postman, astronaut, or playboy we’re looking forward to see in the movies. There will be no excited gasp in the audience when he dances across the screen while a battle is going on behind him. And I’m going to miss that.

I’m going to miss him, and I think the Avengers will too. Everyone will have to attend a funeral. For their postman, for their librarian, for their friend. And in the end, they all end up at the same place, because he had been more than they could see, had his roots deeper in them than they could imagine.

And now I’m not going to say Rest In Peace, I’m going to say farwell. Because this is not his end. He still lives in our hearts and memories, until the day we’re going to meet him again.

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I’ve just realised. Stan Lee will have a cameo in every single one of the MCU films from the original generation, but he wont be in any of the new gen films. Avengers 4 marks the end of the road for some of the OG Avengers, and it’s also the end of the road for Stan.

They’ve already got Captain Marvel ready to go, and they’ve finished all the filming for Avengers 4, so he’ll be in both of those movies, but then everything that comes after – Spidey Far From Home and onwards – he wont be in. All the new gen films.

What I’m saying is, whichever original Avengers we permanently lose in A4, we’re losing Stan at the same time. He’s going out at the same time as them. A4 marks the end of an era, and that’s the film that his cameos will end with. That’s….. actually kind of fitting, really. He’s going out at the end of an era.

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untitled (soulmate au) — j.b.b.

40s!Bucky.

warnings: none

words: 2066

authors note: send me an ask or message me if you gave an idea on a title. i’m terrible at naming things. requests are open. taglist is open. i will try to update once a week.

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“I did say a few years, didn’t I?” Howard Stark joked, motioning to his ‘hover’ car, which had hovered for about ten seconds before malfunctioning and crashing back onto the stage.

I rolled my eyes and laughed with the crowd, tossing my [h/c] hair over my shoulder. I had promised my friend Angie that I would come with her to the Stark Expo but so far it had ended up being nothing but Howard Stark’s ‘almost’ working inventions. I didn’t see how Angie could enjoy it but she appeared to. I think she just like watching Howard Stark on stage.

“Hey, where are you going?” Angie whined as I turned to leave. “You’re gonna miss it.”

“I’ll be back in a moment. I just need some air.” She shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention back to the playboy on stage. Looking around, I decided to head towards the recruitment center because the crowd seemed much thinner there. I began making my way towards it when I suddenly collided with someone. I started to fall back but my descent was quickly halted by a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Oops. Sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t paying attention,” a voice chuckled.

“It’s alri—” I looked up at the man who I had bumped into and promptly lost the ability to speak. My heart skipped a few beats before suddenly racing a mile a minute. The man’s hair was a gorgeous chocolate brown, his jawline chiseled, his body, I could feel as it was flush against mine, was strong and muscular. But what really took my breath away was his eyes. This mystery man’s eyes were a beautiful grey-blue. I’d never seen anything like them. They looked into mine and I swear there was an audible click. I didn’t know this man at all, yet being in his arms felt so right. I wondered if he felt it, too.

If he did, he didn’t show it. Instead, his lips curved up into a warm smile. “You alright, doll?” The man asked, arms still tight around my waist.

“Um, yeah. Thanks for catching me.” I put my hands on his chest and stepped away, out of his arms.

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry I ran into you in the first place. I was looking for my friend.”

“It’s quite alright, soldier,” I said, noticing the tan uniform he wore. He smiled, obviously quite proud.

“Sorry, again. Have a nice night.”

“You, too. I hope you find your friend.”

He flashed me a charming smile before turning and walking away. Figuring I’d been gone long enough, I decided to make my way back to Angie. I had made it only a short distance when suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I saw it was the blue-eyed soldier.

“I never got your name,” he stated.

“It’s y/n.”

“James.”

“Well, it was wonderful meeting you, James.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind running into you again.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the terrible joke. We stared at each other, smiling, for a moment when I heard Angie’s voice ring out through the crowd, calling for me.

“Sorry, I’ve got to go. That’s my friend calling me.” I smiled apologetically as I started to turn towards the sound of Angie’s voice.

“I don’t suppose you write letters?” James asked abruptly.

“Um, I don’t usually, but I can,” I responded slowly, confused by his question.

“Would you mind being my pen-pal, doll? I’m leaving tomorrow morning for the war but I would love to get to know you.” He flashed me a charming smile so gorgeous that I’m sure he was used to girls positively melting when they saw it. It took all of my self-control not to.

I studied James for a moment, thinking. It didn’t make sense for a handsome soldier like him to ask a girl like me, a girl he just met, to write to him for probably a year or more. Unless he felt the click, too? He seemed like the type of man I would usually steer clear of. The heartbreaker type.

“Why would you want me to? A handsome soldier like you probably has fifty other girls just dying to write you a letter.”

“There’s something special about you.” I was about to argue that when suddenly his face lit up. “You think I’m handsome?”

“What? I didn’t say that!” I blushed while cursing myself internally. My friend, Peggy, always said that I should learn to think before I speak. Evidently, I have the bad habit of blurting out whatever is in my head rather than thinking it through first.

“Sure, you did. You said ‘a handsome soldier like you.’” He leaned down, his hot breath tickling my ear and whispered, “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re a beaut, doll.” If possible, I blushed an even deeper red. I was about to respond when Angie elbowed her way through the crowd.

“Y/N! I finally found you!” As she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, she noticed James. “Oh! Who’s this? I’m Angie.” She introduced herself with a flirtatious smile. I felt a flash of jealousy when he smiled back but quickly calmed down. It was so unlike me to be jealous of anything, especially a guy I just met.

“Sorry, I’ve got to go,” James said, sending a warm smile in my direction. “My friend ran off and I’ve yet to find him. I was distracted by y/n.” He explained to Angie, politely. Then he surprised me by leaning down and giving me a kiss on the cheek. While he did so, he smoothly slipped a piece of paper into my hand. “I’ll be waiting for your letters.” His breath tickled my ear as he whispered it, too low for Angie to hear. “Bye, y/n.” He winked at me before walking away.

“Goodbye,” I called to his back.

The moment he was out of earshot, Angie turned to me. “So… who was that?”

“His name is James.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend!” She accused. “Although, I can see why you wanted to keep him to yourself.”

“What?”  I choked. “No! Jeez, Ang.”

“Okay,” she drew the word out like she didn’t believe me. “Then how long have you been friends with him?” “About five minutes longer than you.” She looked at me, confused. “I just met him, Ang.”

She demanded I explain so I told her the whole story of how we accidentally ran into each other and everything that happened afterward.

“So, you’re telling me you just met that handsome fella, talked to him for barely five minutes, and he wants you to write to him while he’s away fighting for us in the war?” Angie asked, incredulously.

“You know that I would happily take his place and fight the war if they allowed women to fight.”

“I know, I know. You and Peg both.” She rolled her eyes. “I say we leave the fighting to the men. Did he tell you why he wanted you to write to him?”

“He just said that there was ‘something special’ about me and he would love to get to know me.”

“Awww. That’s so sweet. You’re so lucky, y/n.” Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Do you think he’s your soulmate?”

“I don’t know, Angie! I just met him. I know absolutely nothing about him. But…” I trailed off.

“But…?” She said, prompting me to go on. I had paused to think too long.

“When we looked at each other it was like we clicked…” I trailed off again, frustrated. I didn’t know how to put what I felt into words. “Just forget it. It’s stupid.” I was probably overthinking it, anyways.

Angie studied me for a moment, her blue eyes staring into mine. Her eyes were such a similar shade to James. His had just a little bit more blue in them…

“If you say so.” Angie’s voice jarring me from my thoughts of the blue-eyed soldier. “Come on then, let’s go back to the Expo! I don’t want to miss any more!” Angie disappeared into the crowd, back towards the stage. I sighed quietly and smiled at her retreating back. I knew Angie had only dropped the subject for the moment. As soon as she could she would be questioning me about James again. Realizing I had lost sight of her, I started forward, scanning the thick crowd for her reddish-brown hair. I found her quickly, already enchanted once again by the charms of Howard Stark. She didn’t even notice me walking up to her, too busy smiling up at the mustachioed casanova.

I tried really hard to pay attention to Stark and his not working inventions but my mind kept wandering back to James. Just thinking of him made my heart flutter. Could he be my soulmate? Or was I acting like a schoolgirl with a crush? I pondered this and similar questions until Angie pulled me from my thoughts.

“Y/N?” I blinked rapidly and looked at her. “It’s getting kinda late. Can we go now?” I glanced around and realized that a few hours had passed. The crowd had severely thinned out and the sky had long since gone dark.

“Sure, Ang. Let’s go.” We quickly walked to The Griffith, where Angie lived, her gossiping about what inventions she liked the best and how good certain people looked the entire time.

When we got to her building I said goodnight and continued my journey home. My apartment was only three blocks past the Griffith. For most of the short walk, I kept my eyes peeled for James, sadly not spotting him. When I wasn’t looking for him, I was thinking of him. Finally, I got home. I changed into my favorite nightgown and most comfortable nightgown before sitting at my kitchen table and pulling out the slip of paper James had given me. I couldn’t help but smile as I grabbed a pen and some stationary paper and wrote my first letter to him.

Dear James,

I still don’t understand why you asked me, a girl you don’t know, to write to you but I’m going to give it my best shot. The thing is, we just met, only a few hours ago, so I don’t know what to write about. You said you wanted to get to know me so I guess I’ll just tell you a little about myself.

I used to be a nurse. I’m not one anymore, I don’t know what I am right now. I became a nurse because I wanted to help people. I know there are a lot of bad people in the world but I believe everybody has good in them. No matter how bad they may seem. Even Hitler has to have some good in him. He must love someone or something. It is impossible for a human being to never grow attached to anything. Even if someone sees it as a weakness. It is in our nature to love. We are complex creatures. Nobody can be just good or bad. It’s never ever been that simple. I can almost guarantee that the Nazis you are fighting think you are the bad guy and they the good. Everything depends on perspective. Isn’t it strange?

Another important thing about me is this: I want to fight in the war. It is so silly that only men can fight. Women are just as fierce, if not more. I’m going to try as hard as I can to get overseas. Maybe then we will see each other again.

I don’t know what else to say, except it was completely wonderful meeting you today. I hope you found your friend. And I hope this letter is waiting for you when you get to your base. Write back soon. Stay safe, James.

I’ll be waiting for your letter.

Your new friend,

Y/N Y/L/N

I sat back in my chair and sighed, feeling slightly silly for writing to someone I barely knew I filled out the envelope. I set on the counter next to the door so I would remember to mail it in the morning and got ready for bed. My dreams that night filled with images of a charming chocolate haired soldier with beautiful steel blue eyes.

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