No, sometimes they're not. Sometimes there aren't any right words.

[ Steve's stiff, serious look softens as Tony drops his hand. He might not be the same man Steve left when he died, but they had been through a lot at that point. People change. Events change everyone. He can't keep hoping to wake up one morning and see a familiar smile on faces he once knew. It's like skipping time again; he's been through it before. He should be comfortable with this by now.

But as Tony drops his gaze to the images drawn on the paper screens, Steve finds it hard to breathe. He stands still, watching his old friend look at his work with a distant, almost broken gaze and fights to swallow past the tightness in his throat. Coming back doesn't get easier. ]

They're good people. They deserve to be remembered.

[ The warmth makes it back into Steve's voice as he raises his hand to hold Tony's arm. ]

Maybe they aren't around anymore the way they used to be, but they saved my life. I owe them this much. And there's someone else I owe too.