*Disclaimer*- I do not own nor claim to own any of the characters in the story. Any likeness to another story is purely coincidental. Story based off of a drawing done by Crazyk-C. Hope you enjoy.
Peter never remembered getting the bear, but there were pictures of him holding it when it was larger than he was, his small face pulled into an excited smile as it was given to him. Now seventeen he held the worn character in his hands, staring at the glassy black eyes that seemed to smile back at him, surveying the neat stitch work that made a line down the middle of the bear's large belly and over the corner of the shirt the bear wore. He'd taken it with him everywhere he'd gone; family trips, friend's houses, the grocery store. Tony had always seemed a little jealous of his relationship with the bear instead of the plush versions of him and his pops.
So the first time he managed to pop a hole in Pooh bear's side he took him to Steve, hoping that he would fix him. With Pooh cradled in his arms and tears streaming down his face he sat and watched his pops repair it, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. He felt better and a smile returned to his face as more stuffing was added and a new piece of fabric was carefully stitched on. "See? Good as new." Steve had even given him a band-aid to keep over the bear's 'injury' while it healed.
The years flew past and Pooh bear became more raggedy. Dropped in a puddle on the playground, left in the sandbox after being buried in the middle of the castle Peter had made with his friends. Peter had always tried to clean him up afterwards, resulting in several more stains and even a small burn mark on the back of the bear. Then there was the time when Pooh's ear got stuck in a door and not knowing any better Peter had pulled to get him free, tearing off part of his ear in the process.
The aged yellow bear had been with the boy through nearly everything. Naps, play times, fighting fears, holding tears and sobs. And as he turned the bear over in his hands he recalled all those times, both good and bad, all that the bear had seen with him. "Peter?" Came the call from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!" Carefully setting Pooh bear on his bed he patted the bear's head and dashed out of his room for dinner.