"Steve." The word was a sob. Steve Rodgers shifted. It was like the sun had suddenly started to shine again and his sight slowly came back to him. He wished it hadn't.

In a grave yard stood a familiar man before a plaque. Stepping close Steve could read the plague.

Here lies Steve Rodgers

Captain America

The bravest man

Who stood for peace, justice and the American Way.

Steve looked back at the man's face. There were tears running down his cheeks.

"Tony" Steve whispered, reaching out a hand to whip away his tears. His incorporeal fingers brushed the skin, but there was no resistance, no warmth, and no love.

The living man shuddered, the tears falling faster before he followed them to the ground.

"Steve!" he sobbed. "I love you, I love you, please come back to me, please."

And so two men sat in front of a gravestone. One living, one dead, both crying for things lost.