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Dear Santa,

So, I get that the last time I wrote to you, I was nine. It's quite some time later but whatever. This is important so pay attention.

First off, I would love a new television. The one I have now came with the apartment and it's dying. I can't play video games on it because the screen keeps flickering from color to black and white. And the sound is going. It's making enjoying the games I bought very difficult.

Second, and I know you can do this one because you're Santa and therefor magic, my horse. I want my horse, Necromancer. And okay, so he actually belonged to the Shop but screw technicalities. Necromancer was the best horse in the entire world. He was gentle, careful and I think I trusted that horse more than I trusted most people at the time.

Third, since we're on the topic of the Shop and Things I Want From Them. Rumor has it there is a second location. I want to know where it is.

For reasons.

Thank you for your time.

Charlie.

p.s. If you can't find it in your jolly soul to get me that information on The Shop, can you at least find a way to get me to Bucky and Steve's version of Earth? I hear it's safer there and entirely Shop free. That would also be amazing.

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Necromancer. Odd name for a horse. Was he actually a Necromancer or did you just enjoy the way the word rolls off the ton-- ooh, bad imagery there.

That was his name before I met him.

I don't know how nice our version of Earth is. We have Nazis.

[Oh and Bucky's dead.]

[DON'T TELL HER THAT PART, STEVE!]

True. I'd be willing to deal with Nazis, as long as I had people I considered family there.

[He's not even telling Bucky that part.]

I think we'll have to settle for all being here.

We have a guy who can peel off his own face an' everyone's at war. Ain't exactly safe, doll.

... ew.

Yup.

Don't worry, I think Steve's face doesn't come off.

Yeah. That'd freak me out if it did.

I think so. I'm fine with that.

I didn't know you didn't have a TV, though.

I don't have one that works properly. I'll be fine without one, though.

We still listen to our radio more than we use our television.

S'okay, I checked.

Good to know.

[This is going to haunt her dreams, Barnes. Way to go.]

[ He's sorry, sometimes he just talks. ] So yeah, our world ain't so swell.

Hold on. There are video games? How's that work?

I'll show you once I get a better television.

Steve says we'll just have to be happy with each other here. Sadly, I think I agree.

Here's hoping Santa comes through for you, then.

Can't be keeping your horse in your flat if he does, though.

I know. I don't think the cat would appreciate the extra house guest, for starters.

And that's the worst thing you could have, a hacked off cat. Not a pretty sight.

Not at all. Plus, no room, anyway. It'd be nice to at least see Necromancer again. Just...because.

Reckon you don't really need a reason for these sorts. That's the point of wishing.

No. Guess not. That's what makes wishing fun.

Cheers to that, love.

Y’should listen t’him, he’s usually right.

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