[There is a marker. It's in Arlington, but like Fury's, there's no one in the grave it marks. There's one for Steve, too, or there was before he woke up and they took it out. Side-by-side, one of the caretakers told him once when he went there, his cap in his hands as they stood in front of the grave of James Buchanan Barnes. The caretaker had been a teenager during the war, too young to enlist, and he remembered Steve's movies and the comics and the news when Captain America died. I won't leave this job until I die. I like being here. It's respectful, he had told Steve when Steve asked him why he was still working.

Steve thinks he has more to say to that man that he does to people who are supposed to be his age.

He takes a moment.]

Home runs.

We used to play ball, right around the corner. I managed one. One summer. We were twelve. You were a lot better at it than I was.

[He traces his hand over the marks]