Dear Claire (because I Love To Die)
MEME: bucky writes letters. :: STATUS: semi-accepting.
Dear Claire.
Sam said I had to write you an apology letter for bleeding over all your shit yesterday after the fight. But really, I was fine. I AM fine. I’ve been through worse hell than that, so a little split lip and scraped up arm isn’t gonna be the end of me. I know I’m new here and may not know how this whole operation works, but that doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m here to fight, and fighting means that you’re gonna get hurt. It’s just the way it is.
Look, I appreciate your concern and I know you’re just doing your job, but you don’t have to worry about me. If two tours in ‘Stan and an IED can’t get the better of me, than some punk with some lead fingers sure ain’t about to. I admit, it was rude of me to bleed all over a beautiful woman’s med kit, it’s true. I’ll try not to do that one again, alright? But I don’t need to be coddled. I’m not some disabled war vet who doesn’t know which way is up. I know which way is up and it’s the ring. So, thanks for patching me up and maybe I’ll buy you a bottle sometime for the trouble.
Sorry again about the blood, Bucky Barnes















