[On the evening of the 24th, Clara drops by the infirmary to try and sneak Bucky his gift. She knows he'll be there, and she also knows he'll spot her. But that doesn't stop her from tiptoeing and creeping along, and literally shoving his gift across the floor so it stops near his feet in the chair he's camping out in.
He'll also probably spot her peeking around the corner with a satisfied grin, thinking she's so sneaky. And then she's off, leaving him to open his Christmas present in peace.
Inside the box is a big bag of sweets that Clara made herself, a small glass piece of art that Clara hand painted a starry galaxy upon, and a little book that Clara wrote and made for him. The book is titled Free. On the first page there's an image of a boy Clara drew that looks remarkably like it might've been him as a child. He even has the metal arm. There's a little falcon on his shoulder, wings outstretched like a protective shield. The page reads:
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He was a very special boy, because he had been taken from his family and was made to be a soldier. But he ran away and chose to not be a weapon. He chose to protect people instead, along with a falcon he met along the way.
On the inside of the front cover is a note from Clara.
Bucky, I'm not sure if you celebrate Christmas or not, but I wanted to give you something anyway. You're like family to me now, and there's absolutely no escaping family on holidays.
I hope you put up my galaxy someplace you can look at it and it helps keep you calm, no matter what may be on your mind. If it doesn't, let it be a reminder that you can always reach out to talk and I'll be there to listen.
I'm sure you're going to say that you're not the writing type, but indulge me a little and let's play a game. I started the story, and it's up to you to keep it going on the next page. Write a bit and draw a picture, then get the book back to me. I'll fill in the next page, and return it to you. I thought it might help bide the time while you're waiting for Sam and Eleven to come back to you.
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He'll also probably spot her peeking around the corner with a satisfied grin, thinking she's so sneaky. And then she's off, leaving him to open his Christmas present in peace.
Inside the box is a big bag of sweets that Clara made herself, a small glass piece of art that Clara hand painted a starry galaxy upon, and a little book that Clara wrote and made for him. The book is titled Free. On the first page there's an image of a boy Clara drew that looks remarkably like it might've been him as a child. He even has the metal arm. There's a little falcon on his shoulder, wings outstretched like a protective shield. The page reads:
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He was a very special boy, because he had been taken from his family and was made to be a soldier. But he ran away and chose to not be a weapon. He chose to protect people instead, along with a falcon he met along the way.
On the inside of the front cover is a note from Clara.
Bucky,
I'm not sure if you celebrate Christmas or not, but I wanted to give you something anyway. You're like family to me now, and there's absolutely no escaping family on holidays.
I hope you put up my galaxy someplace you can look at it and it helps keep you calm, no matter what may be on your mind. If it doesn't, let it be a reminder that you can always reach out to talk and I'll be there to listen.
I'm sure you're going to say that you're not the writing type, but indulge me a little and let's play a game. I started the story, and it's up to you to keep it going on the next page. Write a bit and draw a picture, then get the book back to me. I'll fill in the next page, and return it to you. I thought it might help bide the time while you're waiting for Sam and Eleven to come back to you.
Love,
Clara]