The way she turns wistful catches at something inside Steve. He mirrors the expression, tapping his glass against hers. He's quiet as he tips the shot back, a moment of silence for a good person.

A good friend.

A great teacher.


"I'll drink to that," he says quietly, once the empty glass is back on the table. To Erskine, to Bucky, to Agent Carter...

And to new family, long desired.

"Pizza?" He brightens. Suddenly things feel a lot more hopeful.