Either as a graphic or as a fic prompt:
Your voice is a weapon and we'll do with it what we can.

Steve and Bucky:
Rest your weary head and love a better me
And in the morning we'll start over again
That's how they do it up on the screen

I want Steve and Bucky for this but Clint and Natasha make me smile when I put this to them, especially the first line:
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets where you and I would meet

Steve and Bucky:
They said our names caused us too much pain
So they cut off my arm and they cut off my leg
Now I'm wandering around and I feel out of place
I would like to go back to
I told you, I told you
I have nothing left with which to hold you
I lean up against you
we'll need heat where we're gonna go
(I have been there, I should know that)

Something with the Spirit of Jazz and the one of Rock n' Roll.