I need a favor.
I need a favor.
Happy Christmas!
Basil and I will be in to see you and Steve in a few hours. I think, also, the Tesseract dropped off something to me that very much belongs to you.
I'm going to the Brooklyn Museum tomorrow before sunset. You should join me. I think if we stand a chance of breaking out of this dimension, it will be Saturday.
-- Merry Christmas, Bucky.
I'm going to brag because finally something good has happened for the first time in a really long time.
I totally slept with Tony Gates. AKA John Stamos.
iron in thedoorway
Merry Christmas.