Steve nodded slowly.  So Bucky had gone there too, had been curious enough to track down the exhibit.  That was good.

“I went there too.  It’s actually pretty good,” he said with a slight chuckle, but it was more pained than humorous.  There was a distinct sadness in his eyes as he thought of it, of all the people he had lost, those that had aged while he was still the same.  He and Bucky were still the same.

Not the same at all.

“Peggy had a lot of input into it.”