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1500 words | Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, etc.

Steve didn't have blood family, but he did have people he'd had to tell that he was leaving Brooklyn and at the top of the list, ahead of his boss at the shop and landlady, had been the Barneses. They were as close as he came to blood kin; he had been an honorary fifth Barnes child for most of his life just as Bucky had been welcome in his mother's home. And if Mrs. Barnes had been just a little more insistent on Steve's attendance at a Sunday supper after Bucky had been packed off to the Army, Steve hadn't really minded for more reasons than just the opportunity for a roast dinner. There'd been tearful hugs and promises to write -- more than Bucky did -- when he'd left, officially to go down to DC to draw things for the war effort (maps or propaganda posters, he'd left it a little vague). He still got dutiful letters from the younger Barnes siblings, along with the occasional packet of treats and offers to purchase whatever items he couldn't find where he was because they knew how hard it was for Bucky to keep in socks and toothpaste, even if Steve was only in DC.