A month
Bucky Pov
She was just the shell of the woman she once was. Her face that once held smiles and unbridled happiness, now only held sorrow. When she once gave love unconditionally and hugs randomly she now sat closed off to all. It had only gotten worse. She no longer ate, or moved, she just sat and stared into the emptiness. No longer did she switch between crying and screaming. No longer did her screams echo throughout the tower, no longer did her cries cause our hearts to freeze and stumble. Her silence hits each and every one of us. Silence from the one who used to fill up the silence with her words and fiery spirit, her laughter and her jokes. No longer was she Darcy.
There she sat on their bed knees pulled up to her chin her arms tucked between them. Her body coiled and pulled taunt. She sat there for hours, not moving, not seeing, and as still as stone. It had been a month since his death. It had been a month since the Hulk and Bruce Banner had left this world. A month since everything was taken from our precious Darcy. A month since we had seen her smile, or hear her laughter and felt her hugs. A month.