Hey! Could I please get #16 with Steve? Preferably with a reader who hasn’t found out about the serum yet? Thank you!
Of course, doll! Sorry this one took so long!
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Steven Grant Rogers
Lehigh Base, New Jersey
April 5th, 1941
Steve,
I heard about Abraham. I'm so sorry. I knew you and him became close when you were in training. It must've been a hard day for you.
I saw you on the front page. My Stevie got on the front page. Except, you didn't look like my Steve. You were... taller, broader. What have they been giving you at the base? I don't understand how you got so... big.
Anyways, Dot is still asking me about Buck, wondering if I've heard anything. I haven't. Have you? I won't tell her, because you know what she did to him. She has no right poking around in his business after she broke his heart.
I love you, Steve. Please, write back soon.
Your best girl,
Y/N
His eyes scanned the tattered paper, reading her words in his head over and over. If he thought hard enough, he could hear her voice, telling him what's written on the page.
His gaze flicks to his forearm, clenching his fist and staring at the blue tinge to his veins. There's still faint white dots on his biceps, scars from the thick syringes that fade a little more everyday.
He couldn't bring himself to tell her about the serum. He didn't want her to think differently of him, didn't want her to worry even more about his health, especially since the serum was healing him, yet she probably wouldn't believe it.
He didn't want to write back to her, because he didn't know what to say.
So he's stuck, alone in the barracks, with nothing but a letter from his best girl and nothing to write back.












