This is Sergeant James Barnes, with the Strategic Scientific Reserve. If there're any girls from back home waiting on letters from me, sorry I haven't written more often. Kinda hard when you're stuck in outer space.

[Hey, it's true.]

Anyone seen the halfpint in tights pretending to be me around this time?

[Filtered Away from Helena]

And if there's a Sarah Manning around, or anyone who knows her, kinda wouldn't mind hearing from you, too.

[ooc: Friendly reminder for no Winter Soldier spoilers! Anything else is fair game. c:]

For anyone who's confused, I'm still here, not twelve years old, [Somewhere, other Bucky is indignantly pointing out that he's sixteen, asshole.] And not wearing red and blue pajamas.

Anyone else got a clone bothering people?

[He smirks, somewhere between irritated and genuinely amused by the whole thing. He's back in his room in all its spartan, World War II vintage glory, and he's wearing his Commandos jacket.]

This is Sergeant James Barnes. Everyone else's already done the explaining, so if you're out there and you wanna talk, you know how to find me.

[There are a handful of people out there he'd like to talk to - Peggy, Howard, the other Commandos, but he knows better than to get his hopes up about them actually answering back.

Still.]

And Dum Dum, if you're out there, you still owe me five bucks.

[ooc: No Winter Soldier related spoilers please, but everything else is totally fair game. c8]