The doorbell was rung, and on the doorstep a small box containing a traditional Bucky Bear, hardly used with a note that read: "To Steve, love Anonymous" — Anonymous
Steve stood up on his tippy toes and pulled down on the handle to tug the door open, stumbling back a little as it gave. He peeked around the heavy oak to try and see who had knocked, but the only thing he saw was a little bear sitting on the porch, all alone.
Just like he was.
Steve immediately scrambled to scoop it up, his little fingers squeezing the plush material as he squished it against his cheek. His arms wrapped around it and he closed his eyes for a minute and hugged the bear with all of his might.
" ‘M gonna call you Bucky," he said with a nod and carried the little bear inside with him. "I needed a bes’ friend, anyway."
A-Babies Vs. X-Babies Issue 1
“This is the trajectory of my life. Every time things are finally stable, finally good…something sudden happens to wreck it all. And then I learn to live with that, and after a while…worse-off becomes the new normal. And then it starts all over again.” (Captain America #616)
The Bucky Bear has been protecting little Steve from the Red Skull since they met.
Here’s the original version of this picture I found on the Internet: http://www.flickr.com/photos/summermyass/6374189483/
(Does anyone know the exact original source of this picture?)
Avengers Annual 01 (2013) & ABabies vs XBabies (2012)
I bet its Bucky Bear! Don’t lie to me Steven.
It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
Maybe it’s Maybelline
One day my baby is going to be a teenager…wtf am I supposed to do with one of those???????
When it’s 20 degrees outside and my wife comes home to see the baby wearing a short sleeve onesie, and I’m trying to justify my selection of clothing to her.
This is me and my mother though haha. I’m just like, it’s 20 degrees outside but 78 in the house so Shut Up.
Whenever I get the baby down to sleep.
I envision the response being like:
When the baby has to sit through holiday photo after holiday photo after holiday photo.
He begins to look like: