Isabella woke up to a heavy arm around her waste, pulling her closer to the owners naked body. "I forgot how amazing this felt."

Isabella smiled, "Me too." She rolled over so she was face to face with him. Reaching her hand up, she caressed the side of his face. His stubble slightly tickling her hand. "Don't leave me."

"I couldn't leave my best girl behind again." He said kissing her passionately, climbing on top of her.

Isabella could feel his erection brush against her thigh, causing her to moan. He looked into her eyes, as he slowly entered her, causing her to gasp. She felt complete again.

"Bucky." She moaned.

"Isabella," he stopped, "Isabella you have to wake up."

"Why." She felt her heartbreak, she didn't want to wake up, she didn't want him to go.

"This isn't real."

Isabella jolted upright from her bed. She was covered in a cold sweat. Her dreams had been getting the best of her lately, and she hated it.

Looking over at her clock she saw that it was only 6 a.m. Isabella decided she might as well get up and hit the gym. She got dressed in just a sports bra, and compression shorts that were custom designed for her. Under Armour felt the need to sponsor the Starks, so they got some pretty sick stuff.

After a two hour work out, Isabella finally went back up stairs. She found Bucky watching TV. They had been in the safe house for 2 months now, and they only left three times to get supplies.

Isabella had successfully got Bucky to watch every episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Law and Order: SVU twice. He had concluded that she was a deranged individual for liking such shows.

Bucky had also managed to remember every important person in his past, except Isabella. Part of her wondered if he was just pretended to not remember her, or maybe she was hoping he was just pretending, but she knew he wasn't.

"Morning." He said without bothering to look from the TV.

"Morning." Isabella responded, then ran up the stairs so she could shower and change. "Jarvis, private mode."

Isabella started to undress as she walked into her closet to find clothes to wear. She chose to just wear leggings and one of Steve's shirts she stole a while back. She threw her clothing on the bed, and then got in the shower.

Bucky's eyes had followed Isabella up the stairs. He couldn't deny how she made him feel, beyond the boner, that was. She had been extremely distant from him the past couple weeks though, and it was strange that he had oddly missed her. They went from watching shows together, board games, and late night talks, to nothing.

Not being able to take the silence anymore, Bucky followed Isabella upstairs. He was going to knock, but he heard the water running, so he went into her room to wait.

Bucky had never actually been in Isabella's room. He got a glance one time when they first got there, but that was it.

Bucky walked around the room to your everything in. On the walls were photos with the Avengers, but most of them were with Steve. She talked about him a lot, but they must have been closer than he thought.

As he was looking around he spotted a photo on her dresser that was black and white. Bucky picked it up, and felt like he was going to be sick. The photo was of her, clearly on her wedding day. She looked stunning, and so incredibly happy, and standing next to her, looking just as happy was him.

Suddenly the door clicked open, and Isabella came out. "What are you doing in here?" Bucky didn't answer, he just stared at her. She noticed the picture from in his hand. "Buck-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked coldly. She knew that voice, and where this was going.

"I wanted you to remember on your own." Isabella hung her head. "I wanted to believe your memories of me would come back some day. Without me having to remind you."

"You didn't think telling me would help?!" He yelled, throwing the picture across the floor. Isabella jumped back. "You hid that we're married. We are husband and wife, and you managed to leave that out?! How?! How can you live with me, and lie to my face?!"

"You can't tell someone they love you, Buck." Isabella said softly. She sat on her bed, too tired and weak to fight him. It was only 830 and she was ready for the day to be over with.

"You could have at least told me we were married." He emphasized married.

"Would you have honestly believed me?"

Bucky couldn't answer that. Would he have believed her? Technically she's supposed to be old and dying, or dead. "How are you alive?"

Isabella sighed, scratching the back of her head. "When you died, I completely lost who I was. I had Steve though, he was just as broken as me, but we helped each other... Then he died too." Isabella let a tear slip. "It took Howard and I a year to replicate the super soldier serum. It wasn't supposed to be used on me, but I took it, without anyone's help."

"That was stupid."

"I'm well aware." Isabella snapped "I almost died. Howard forced me to go into cryo until he found a cure, or a serum that could help me control my powers."

"Well, what happened? You clearly can't control them now, so why are you awake."

"Well, you killed Howard before he had a breakthrough on my cure." Isabella said coldly. Bucky froze under her gave. "Don't think I didn't know. You're lucky Tony doesn't yet."

"Why haven't you killed me if you knew? He was your brother." Bucky asked confused. He knows he would have killed someone if they were to have caused any harm to his sisters.

"You're still my husband. Just because you don't remember me, doesn't mean I don't remember you." Isabella started crying. "You have no clue what it's like for me having to sleep across the hall from you. We were inseparable, and I thought in love, but the only memory you've had of me is the day we met. You remember everyone but me, makes me reconsider that I ever meant a damn thing to you.

"This stupid fucking house isn't me. I still have the house you and I bought in upstate New York before you got drafted. The baby room we made just in case is still intact. Steve's room we had set up for him, cause he couldn't hardly afford that apartment in Brooklyn once his mom died, he now lives in. Everything exactly the same. Same bed, same bedding, same dressers. Your clothes are still in the drawers."

Bucky didn't say anything. He was too busy studying Isabella. It was clear she was breaking down, and that surprised him. She didn't seem like the type of woman to lose her composure, but he was certain she was 30 seconds from needing to be locked up in a psych ward.

"You didn't answer why you're awake."

Isabella huffed. Of course he'd ignore everything she just said him. "I don't know. No one knows how I woke up or why. I just stumbled out of Tony's basement one day right after the arrack on New York. He hadn't woken me. His Jarvis said no one had gone into the room in which he kept me.. Steve was livid at first."

"Take it Tony never told Steve." Bucky said more to himself.

"Tony had only found out about me a year prior to that when he was look through some old Stark archives when he was moving everything into Stark towers. You would be surprised how he felt about finding out he has a 97 year old aunt that looks 20 years younger than him. I took half of Stark industry back, that I rightfully owned, and took billions with me. You'd think he'd be mad, but he was just happy to have family around. I guess I reminded him a little of his mom. Which is weird cause I heard she was a loving woman, and I'm a murderer." Isabella sighed. "You really don't remember me?"

Bucky looked down. Now that he was finally calmed down, he suddenly felt for Isabella. It probably took her a lot of restraint, and selflessness to not tell him everything; to beg for him to love her again, and them to live their lives like nothing bad had ever happened.

"No," he said barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry."

Isabella stood up from her bed, grabbing her clothes in the process. "I'm gonna get dressed." She whispered as she went into the bathroom.

Bucky watched her until the door clicked shut. He looked across the room at the picture frame he threw. Sighing, he walked over and picked it up. It, ironically, was cracked right down the middle, separating the two.

He remembered what she told him the very first night they were there. How she was afraid her husband wouldn't be the same man he was before. The whole conversation made sense to Bucky now that he knew he was Isabella's husband.

He also said that no one could forget Isabella forever, so when would he remember? Would he remember? If he had once loved her so much, why couldn't Bucky remember a single thing of her except the day they met.

Bucky set the picture back down on the dresser, and left Isabella's room to his. As soon as he shut the door he slid down it. Somewhat defeated, "I'm so sorry." He said to the air.

He could hear Isabella's door shut, with a quiet click that no normal person would have heard. Bucky knew he should go back in there and finish what was started, but he couldn't.

He wasn't ready to face his past...

Maybe this is why Isabella didn't want to tell him either. Bucky felt like he should love her, and he didn't. He may have grown a slight attachment to her since they've been stuck in this house, but that's natural. They did spend every waking second together.

Sighing in frustration, Bucky got up, and went and laid in his bed. He wanted to sleep, and hopefully his dreams would be filled with memories, but he wasn't tired. So, he just laid there, drowning in his own thoughts.