Purple Hope

It had been six months since Bucky moved into the tower. He mostly kept to himself or stayed around Steve. He was quiet and reserved and often left a room abruptly when memories came flooding back. It was hard for him to adjust, but he was making tremendous progress.

The opposite was happening with Natasha, she was slowly sinking into herself as Bucky became more lively and remembered things. She was glad, truly happy, that he was getting better, but it pained her that he couldn't recall a single thing. He never showed any sign of remembrance.

I do not own Marvel or the characters (sadly) but the story line is my own.