My therapist and Steve told me writing out my feelings will help me heal. I call bullshit, but I’m not gonna let Steve’s money go to waste. That dummy insists on paying for everything. But, like I was saying, writing letters is stupid because we have phones now or something, but both of them said a pen and paper work better. I’ve already written a letter to Steve, Natasha, Sam, and my mom, so now I figured I’d write to you.
Things have been going good here, I guess. No one’s tried to attack me or take me back to prison or worse, so I can’t really complain. I hope everything is good with you, too. I know you’ve had some troubles in the past and recently, and I hope you’ve gotten a break from them. God knows we all need a break sometimes (especially me). But know that you can always call me, or write a letter if you wanna act elderly I guess. I know I come across as scary and rough, and while I am rough around the edges, I’d like to think I make a good friend. And a good shoulder to cry on. As long as you don’t use my metal shoulder. Steve says the metal plates pinch sometimes, but he deserves a pinch or two. Rocket likes my arm too, but I can’t take naps around him or that little bastard will do something. Peter sticks magnets on it, but I don’t mind. He reminds me of you a little bit, so I tell him about the past and try to be open with him. He says I’m pretty chill. I think he means me being frozen, but I can’t tell.
I know it’s been rough recently for both of us, but I promise you it’ll all be OK soon. Maybe not tomorrow, or the next day, or a week or a month from now, but it will eventually be OK. Please don’t do anything you’ll regret later. It’s never worth it, promise me, I know. While the relief or pain may be freeing for a few minutes or so, it never truly lasts, does it? So be smart and don’t do anything stupid while I’m not there. You can always reach out to me if you’re stressed, angry, sad, or any other emotion. I’ll be a (metal) shoulder to cry on. Just watch out for pinching.
I don’t quite like writing as much anymore since Peter got me into texting, so maybe I’ll text you later, or use snap chat to send you a picture. Peter promised me he’d teach me how to use all the new apps today. I’ll talk to you later, I guess. Be safe, have fun, don’t do anything Steve would do.
Bucky
Letters To You 