All of them, gone to the stars. And Steve soon to follow.
He stared in enthrallment for a minute or so. And then he realized something was written on the wall in front of which they’d posed, in golden letters sunk into the stone. When he realized what it was, his eyes widened.
Do not go gentle into that good night
“Hey,” said someone behind him, startling him badly. “You Rogers?”
Steve turned round, instinctively answering, “Yeah,” before they were even face-to-face.
The man was brown-haired, with long dirty hair and sunken eyes, in a SHIELD t-shirt and black pants. Scraped dog tags hung off his neck and read, SGT. J. CHEKOV.
He had a toneless voice, a pale blue gaze, and a prosthetic left arm.
“I’m James.”
Source: Into That Good Night – Chapter 1, by Nonymos – Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]
Absolutely stunning (and painful) Interstellar!AU – or rather, not an AU but future fic ignoring Infinity War/Endgame. Seriously, this hurts so good.