He shifted slightly on the bunk, long hours of training keeping him mostly still as he turned his head a little and slowly opened his eyes. Funny, it was strange to wake up to the normal hustle and bustle of a military camp that didn't have bombs dropping or gun fire right close. It was an oddity that only made the situation seem all the more strange when his eyes dropped down the bed to sight Stephanie sitting close to him reading a letter.

Odd, she shouldn't have gotten too many letters out here, unless it was fan mail or some important... that looked like his hand-writing. He sat bolt upright when he realized it was his scrawl on the paper, but then he froze when he realized that it would be far too obvious if he grabbed it out of her hands to stuffed it into his shirt.

No, no, play it cool, Barnes. Sweet talk it out of her hands instead, that was what he was good at. The love part was near the end, and he hoped that blush was just about how he described some of the events of childhood. "So... you probably don't need to read that. I'm not dead, right? Here, I can toss it out. Nothing really pressing in it."