Sam and his wingman
People talk like Sam didn't need something too, that duty and the pleasure of serving with Captain Rogers was enough. Yeah, it's amazing, and yeah, it was his job to step up, but you start to think after a while that the only way to fill holes is to find someone with an equally big hole, and Sam knew, Sam knew that a guy like Steve Rogers would carry around one hell of an empty.
And he's needed at the VA, he's really, truly needed, but it's so easy to get lost -- all the paperwork, the backlog, the desperate faces of Vietnam-era guys, Gulf War guys who never came in, who finally admit they need to see someone about that persistent cough or the tremor in their hands. That's the long waiting days without the joy of having a unit; that's trench warfare all alone. Sam needs someone to need him in an instant, to demand his best on the spot and get it. (Sam Wilson's best is so good, they don't know what to do with him.)
Loss like they've known, you don't try to move in. But you can build something right next door. It's his great pleasure that he and Steve are building out together.