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December 24th, 1944

Dear Lottie,

36 bases now and counting, Lottie. I can't believe we've come this far. I hope you are proud of us... of me. I've had 48 perfect shots since becoming the sniper and I hope to make it 50. I'd be breaking a record if I can hit these next two shots.

Sorry about the war talk. I just want to let you know everything that's going on.

Anyways, this letter isn't about war... it's about you and I.

For the past eleven years, you have been my incredible and amazing best friend. For the past four years, you have been my fantastic and beautiful girlfriend. I love you more than anything, Charlotte. I always have. After everything that has happening in your life and in mine, we have stuck by one another and I don't think I could be any happier than with you by my side. I love everything there is to know about you. From your messy and tangled hair in the mornings to the way you play with your hands when you're nervous. From your incredibly thick knitted eyebrows to the way you drink your tea. From your kind and generous heart to your independent and strong nature. I love you. And I want to be with you forever. There's something important I have to tell you. So please,

Turn around.

Charlotte could practically hear her heart pound against her chest. She was at her doorstep. The place she always was when she opened and read Bucky's letter. She read the last two words once more before gaining the courage to turn around.

There, in the plain daylight, stood the love of her life. James Buchanan Barnes stood with a bouquet of daisies, a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes. Charlotte couldn't help but place a hand to her mouth in shock while tears clouded her vision. The man she had been waiting for, for over four years who was fighting in the war and in a different country, in another continent, was finally standing right in front of her.

"Charlotte Marie Grayson," The voice of Bucky finally found her ears again. "I need you to always be in my life because without you, nothing else makes sense. I want you to be by my side until the end of time. So..."

       Charlotte watched, still silent, as he got one one knee, took out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it revealing a single-diamond engagement ring. "Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

       Charlotte nodded her head vigorously as she sobbed out, "Yes, you dummy! Yes!"

       Bucky laughed slipping the ring onto her left ring finger and opened his arms as she jumped into them, feeling the warmth she had missed so much. "I love you."

        "And I love you," Charlotte laughed out, pulling slightly away so that the two were face to face. Their foreheads touched while they enjoyed each other's presence. Charlotte reached out for her apartment key, which actually belong to the two. She placed the key in and entered their home. They both dropped their things on the dining room table, both never disconnecting their eyes.

       Charlotte grabbed Bucky's hand, leading him to the next room— their bedroom. The stopped in the middle of the room, at the foot of their bed. Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck while he gripped her waist. "Merry Christmas, my love."

       "Merry Christmas, darling," Bucky replied to her. The two leaned in, both anticipating the connection of their lips once more. Once they did touch, it was just like coming home. Charlotte was Bucky's home.

       The two laid on the bed, losing themselves in each other

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       The two laid on the bed, losing themselves in each other. Nothing else mattered, not the war, not the fact that Bucky would have to leave soon, especially not that. Nothing else except that moment, the two of them was all they cared about.

        That night was one, neither of them would ever forget.