Steve never gave much thought to a last will and testament before. Not because the idea of him dying never occurred to him, but because his idea of a funeral was the standard rites given to soldiers after World War I (and World War II as well; he wasn't there to find out). That there could or would be anything else never once crossed his mind.

It's not as though he had any family alive to honor him.

But those of his friends...that Steve should have done years ago. Not that there would have been anything to bury really after The Snap. But there'd be some sort of guidance in place from the deceased.

"You're damn right." Steve's not sure how long he can sustain this anger but a part of him feels as though its waking up for the first time in an age. The stubborn little bastard from Brooklyn isn't dead yet in there. He's still got a lot of fight left in him. "...For starters, Tony'd never let me live it down."