Dan & Bucky
Bucky had taken a photo off of his wall at the cafe. One from Bruce and Darcy's wedding. He and his husband as children dressed to the nines with flowers in their hair, Bruce and Darcy in their wedding finery with their son between them, his older-self standing beside them. Only the two of them were left so it had seemed fitting, even if Darcy and Jacob were the ones they would honor tonight. He placed it on the table with all the others and stood there a few moments, looking over the photos, his face stoic and calm. He'd loved Darcy and Jacob like family, was close to some of the others through the cafe or his life before this timeline. But he'd grown too used to these events over the years and loss was something he never really felt free of.
He broke his gaze from the photos when he felt something at his feet, looking down to see Azzie. "Hello there." he murmured, leaning down to scratch behind the cat's ears before letting him wander in search of more food. He was more than familiar with Azreal and always said hello, often giving him little treats the same way Dan did, but he didn't have any food tonight, so only held the cat's interest for so long. He glanced back in the direction that the cat went, seeing Dan.
He moved toward the man. They were closer when he came from, but with how often Dan was at the cafe he liked to think they were friends now too. He sat next to Dan but was quiet for a moment, just watching the cat still.
"He still does his...thing, if you ever wondered." Bucky said quietly. It was a morbid topic, but different from the one at hand and that helped somehow.