A/N - There's going to be a lot of descriptions that don't make a lot of sense since I'm writing this based brain workings, and they're a little difficult to put on paper. Since memories can't really be translated into clear-cut scenes, you might be a little confused, but all I can say is that he *is* getting his memories back.
Chapter 4
Fuzzy and warm, but some things were in lucid clarity.
A face, thin and pale, the body scrawny and malnourished.
Even as he watched, it slid out of focus, as if a camera were adjusting the zoom.
Now the room was in sharp relief, the dresser in the corner, clothes neatly folded.
"You don't have to stay here, I could have offered you my place."
"Nah Bucky, you don't have to."
A sigh of exasperation.
Concern. Annoyance. But playful, as if he always did this - that little shit - and love.
"I need a little help here, Buck."
Time to lift the heavy box.
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