It probably said a lot about how engrossed she was on reading his letter, knowing all the things that had gone through his mind in the field, certain details of their childhood that he randomly tossed here and there, other little things that well it had made her smile a bit since it was just so him, and well she was ignoring the usual sounds and bustle from the camp around them, probably she might even be unaware if someone attacked them or was probably going to react slower than expected.

She didn’t even noticed Bucky’s sudden movement, but then maybe that was because she had reached the part about coming to clean to her and doing it to go without regrets, which had only reminded her of how close she had been to lose him, and the further she got…oh dear Lord…her fingers tightened a bit on the paper as she read and maybe even re-read the love confession, and really she hadn’t thought Bucky could be this mix of poetic and his usual self when it came to it.

His voice snapped her back and she looked up at him, for a long moment –one that probably felt a bit uncomfortable, and she shifted a bit on her seat. “Ah uhh…no, I…” She looked down, trying to hide her expression. “It’s my letter and I don’t want you to destroy it.”