Ironically that particular memorial for the two of them was one that Steve had frequented all too often after getting out of the ice, but these days there wasn't a reason. Maybe he was a bit... jaded. But they were both here. They were both alive. It seemed either a pointless stone or a monument to the death of who they used to be... To an ideal? For a time?
Steve had taken the cup from Zinda when he heard Bucky's voice behind them. Glancing behind him, he took a step over to make room for his friend - if he wanted it. He'd called him a few days earlier and left a message but he hadn't been sure that he was going to come. Seeing him here... Seeing both of them here. It wasn't much, but there was comfort in knowing you weren't alone in the world. The three of them, sometimes it felt that they were all that was left of that world. This one was so different at times...
"To those who fought till the end..." his voice felt hollow giving the toast. Knowing that in truth he should be among them.