Purple Hope

Ballet Form

(A/N: I found this fanart and had to add it cuz I thought it was adorable of Peter doing ballet)

Late that night, Bucky sat in Steve's room telling him what he had remembered.

"She used to teach me ballet," Bucky told him, "It was fun."

"Ballet?" Steve asked, "Wasn't she a part of Hydra like you were? Why did she know ballet?"

"I don't know," he mumbled, "I don't think she was a part of Hydra. Something similar, that must have worked closely with them. But not Hydra."

"Do you want me to ask Fury about it? See if there are any similar organizations that work with Hydra? Maybe teach ballet?"

"Why would they teach ballet?" Bucky groaned. Nothing he was learning made any sense to him.

"Balance?" Steve offered, making Bucky smirk at the image of Sam and Steve falling over. "Grace? Foot work? Natasha does ballet and I don't think I've ever seen her trip."

"I guess, but don't bother asking Fury about it. At least the ballet slippers make more sense."

"Yeah," Steve said, "Now I kinda want to see how much ballet you know. You ever learn any routines?"

"Not that I can remember."

"Well, maybe you should ask Nat or Peter to help you do some ballet. It might help your memory," he suggested.

"Yeah, I'll think about it," Bucky replied, "Thanks Steve."

"Any time Buck. Good night."

"Good night."

It's not a bad idea, he thought while he was walking back to his room, I don't think Natasha likes me, but I suppose dancing should be safe enough for me not to hurt the kid.

The next morning Natasha and Wanda left the tower heading to the bookstore. It was a calm, (for New York) sunny Monday morning and the store was practically empty. They spent a long time walking around, reading the backs of books and talking to each other about them or things it reminded them of. After they left with a thick stack of books, they started their walk to a quiet little café they liked.

"Last week," Wanda started, "when we talked about what was worrying you, you said it was old memories."

"It's not bothering me anymore Wanda. I'm fine," Nat lied smoothly.

"As convincing as you are, I don't believe it," she said.

They had made it to the café now. Natasha picked up a menu. "What are you going to get?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Why have you been avoiding Bucky?" Wanda asked.

She froze for a fraction of a second before casually shrugging it off and flipping a page. "I think I'll try one of the sandwiches this time," she said.

"So you have been avoiding him."

"And you've been spending a little too much time with Vision," Natasha retorted, closing the menu and looking her in the eyes.

"That is not a secret."

"But I don't annoy you about it."

"Well I wish you would," Wanda said, "It would be nice to have a girl to talk to about these things. About lots of things. And you need someone to talk to as well."

"About what?" Natasha scoffed.

"About whyever you're avoiding Bucky. About why he has to do with your old memories."