It had been five years since Bucky had seen his wife.

He was already a military trained pilot before the war started, and re-enlisted the second the war broke out.

Which meant, after only six months of their marriage, Bucky had to leave.

They kept in touch over letters, and Bucky had even asked her to send some pictures of herself for the nights where he was scared he couldn’t remember her face.

Even when they were on base, drinking in bars, he wouldn’t even look at the other girls dancing with his peers.

He just wanted {{user}}.

And now here he was, stepping off the train and looking around the crowd for his angel of a wife, when he spotted what looked like her hair trying to push through the crowd.