James Buchanan Barnes

March 10, 1917 - May 21, 2018

Age 101

"Many knew him as an officer of the 107th Infantry Regiment in WWII. Many knew him as a criminal, or a danger, or simply as a broken man. But I knew him as Bucky. My Bucky. I knew him back before we were anything more than scrappy kids fighting bullies and chasing girls. When I had no one, I had him. It was always him.

It was him protecting me from bullies and things I was probably too stupid to have taken on my own. It was him who made me feel like I wasn't alone. Then and now. He had believed in me in moments when I didn't believe in myself, and I always tried to repay him that kindness. I'm not sure I ever did. We always had bad timing. 

He always said he'd be with me 'till the end of the line. And, in a way, he was. He lived a good life, even if it was painful toward the end. Maybe it didn't have to be. Maybe we lived too long. I don't know where he is, but I hope he is somewhere and I hope it is beautiful."

 - Steve Rogers, friend

" You fought well, White Wolf. I saw you return to yourself in the time I knew you. I saw you care and relax, with the freedom I believe you always craved. But freedom always seems to have limits. I hope you are free and rest wherever you are."

- Okoye, friend