A/N: Holy shiz-tweezers (idek) thank you so much for the comments and oh my gosh the next chapter will be the last chapter based of the Winter Soldier movie and then I get to go all AU... which means I have two things to ask you guys:

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CHAPTER NINE


"Each mistake teaches you something new about yourself. There is no failure, remember, except in no longer trying. It is the courage to continue that counts."
― Chris Bradford


"He wants me to go on a date?" She asked Steve, almost snorting with laughter. "Ha! What a fool he is to think that I would ever even think about doing such an act with such a..."

"Summer." Steve scolded quickly, not really wanting to hear the end of that sentence, "he did save you from that awful man at the bar, you owe him at least one chance."

She chuckled again, "I owe him nothing, if anything you all owe me! What if I actually liked that man, what if I was already planning my wedding with him and now you've ruined my chance with him because you were all too stupid and got the wrong idea."

"I know you're lying because you don't like anyone." Steve said in reply, chomping down on the cake which Summer had bought him. She was currently trying to work at the small café they were currently in, though she did keep giving away free cakes which was beginning to become an issue with her boss.

Summer shrugged her shoulders, "true, and that's exactly why I don't understand why you insist I go on a date with him."

"Just give him a chance!" Steve whined. He didn't want her to go on this date with Bucky so that she and Bucky would end up dating and getting married and having kids, no, he just wanted them to get along.

"Summer, get back to work!" A skinny and extremely wrinkled woman called from behind the counter.

She chewed on her nails, "if he wants to go on a date with me then tell him to come her and ask me himself, and he needs to have a good explanation on why. I'm no idiot and if he has any dishonourable ideas about what will happen on this date – which I am not confirming will happen – then tell him to not even try as the answer will be a no." With those words she jumped out of her chair and left Steve to finish his cake alone.

Summer awoke to an almost blinding light, the natural sun rays were practically foreign to her by now. Her eyes were dry from the constant crying she'd been doing the previous night and her throat was burning, It was like sandpaper had been rubbing against the inside of her throat throughout the whole night.

She stretched out her body, managing to click almost every bone in her body. She was still dazed but as she looked around the room she noticed it was quite a familiar place, she had no idea where she was at first but then it clicked in her head... she was in her bedroom. She wanted to cheer out loud, Summer was just about prepared to start kissing the faux fur rug on her floor, listen to whatever CD was currently placed in her stereo (which for some reason, it just so happened to be the High School Musical soundtrack) and eat whatever was left in her fridge and cupboards that hadn't gone off.

But, she was stopped from doing any of that by a feeling way down in her stomach. It swirled around and gave her a slightly numb ache, it fizzed her brain in the most unfortunate way and she didn't want to move at all because of it. She knew what happened yesterday, she remembered it clearly, the big reveal and the amazing kiss which had followed.

She heard her front door open and close, the person was obviously trying to be quiet. Summer didn't have the will to care though, if the person was here to kill her then she'd be grateful.

"Summer," the gentle voice that belonged to Steve Rogers called out from the doorway to her bedroom, "are you awake yet?"

"Sadly," she muttered, "yes." Summer moved into an upright position, her back pressed against the large amount of pillows she had on her bed. About five years ago she had gone through a slight bed fort addiction, you could say she became a very immature archaeologist for a year or two and she bought numerous blankets and pillows.

Steve was still dressed in his uniform, he even had his shield with him. He looked down to the ground with a very disdained look on his face, "the Winter Soldier... he's Bucky, isn't he?" Summer slowly nodded her head, rubbing her itching nose. Last night when Steve and Natasha had saved Summer, Steve had a slight run in with the Winter Soldier himself while he tried to make sure that Summer got to the helicopter – they'd had a little fight which was solved by him using his shield to cut into the bionic arm, and he'd seen Bucky's face. Steve had said asked the Winter Soldier whether he was Bucky and the man simply replied 'who?' but still, Steve was sure. "And he doesn't remember anything about his past?"

Summer noticeably winced, as though she'd just been stabbed in the heart. She still didn't reply, simply nodded her head so Steve knew that his assumption was right. Steve noticed the obvious pain she was going through and stepped up, he put his shield down onto the piano which was in the corner of Summer's room.

"You don't have to go through this alone, you know?" He said gently, sitting down on her bed and causing it to dip down under his weight.

She didn't look at him, she just ruffled her hair anxiously and began to chew on the bottom of her lip, "why did you come here Rogers?" She asked harshly.

He nodded his head, inwardly chuckling, he knew she would have a reaction like this to the whole matter. She felt like she'd just lost Bucky again, and the last time she felt like that she'd closed herself from the whole world. Almost lost all her friends. Steve wasn't really there for her as much as he should have been, that's his biggest regret (except what went down with Peggy Carter of course), that he was too frozen in an icicle to me there for his mourning friend. He owed her. "We're all about to go stop Pierce, he's planning to kill about three quarters of the planet tonight. I suspect Bucky will be there and I just want you to know that I'm going to bring him back, I swear."

At this her head whipped up and she looked up at Steve with an alarmed expression, "you're not going without me!" She yelled, as though him thinking such a thing was extremely insulting.

"Su-" Steve began.

"No," Summer quickly interrupted, not even bothering to hear what he was saying as she already knew what it would be. "I've been cooped up in a cell for the past god knows how many days- weeks even! I just found out the love of my life is still out there, and I have a few choice words out there for him when he finally regains his stupid memory. There is no way in hell, you are going on this mission without me." She finished her rant with her finger pointed straight at his face, her eyes had turned into slits and her lip was set in a deep frown. Steve was stuttering, trying to think of a way to say no but he was still really bad at talking to women, so Summer interrupted him before he could say anything more. "Yey, thanks Steve." She cheered with a surprising amount of glee.

She jumped up out of the bed and walked over to her closet which featured mostly baggy t-shirts and skinny jeans, she picked out a full black outfit for humour's benefit. She strut into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her.

"Steve?" She called wearily through the bathroom door.

"Yes?"

"Who changed me last night...?" She said apprehensively, she had just looked in the mirror and saw herself dressed in pyjama shorts and a vest.

Outside of the bathroom, Steve had grown a massive blush and was shaking his head, "it was Natasha, I swear!" He called into the bathroom.

Summer walked out of the bathroom and felt reassured by his answer, though when she saw Steve's nervous expression she couldn't help but feel the need to tease. "Oh I'm sure it was you dirty dog," she winked at him while beginning to leave the room, "grab your shield and lets go!"

It was late at night and Summer was closing up the café, she was letting the left over people finish their food and drinks in peace before she shut the doors though so she just started with cleaning up. "If I knew you looked this beautiful in a waitresses outfit I would have come sooner."

She rolled her eyes, "if that's how you expect to get a date off me then I think you should seriously rethink your tactic Mr Barnes." She mumbled, concentrating much more harder on cleaning the tables.

"True," Bucky mumbled to no one in particular, when he realised she was trying to ignore him he pulled a chair out from under the table she was cleaning and sat on it, he even had the audacity to put his feet onto the table. "So how's this for a tactic, no date."

"What?" She asked, pushing his feet off the table and beginning to scrub where he'd just put his feet.

"On Wednesday, I've managed to get Steve a date with a lovely lady named Patrice and I was hoping you'd help me make sure he doesn't mess this up." He said sweetly, moving his head to the side so he could get a good look of Summer's face which she was currently hiding underneath her auburn hair.

She finished cleaning the table and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "You mean spy on him?"

"No, not at all" He quickly said, waving his hand out. "If you've been with Steve as much as I have then you'd know he really needs a woman in his life, I just want to make sure he gets that."

He was right, she'd noticed quite a lot how lonely Steve was and she hated having to see that emptiness in his eyes. He needed a woman in his life, a woman who could provide the sort of care and attention which Summer couldn't. With a huff she finally nodded her head, "and it's definitely not a date."

"Not a date, I swear on my parents lives."

"Be the escape car, he said, the most important job he said!" Summer yelled out loud in the small car she was in, her fists crashed against the steering wheel and it caused the horn to sound. "That lying bloody star-spangled moron!" She yelled further.

She'd gotten stuck riding with Agent Maria Hill who had just left the vehicle to go do something inside or near the building, she'd been left with a mobile phone that she could talk to Steve through and he'd demanded she stay in the vehicle so she could help them escape but she knew already that they'd only be escaping when the mission was over and done with – she had been placed on the sidelines and she was furious about it.

"Come on, there's got to be something in this good for nothing car that'll help me get in the building." She muttered to herself, a habit she had managed to acquire quite easily after spending a couple of months alone in her laboratory. "Eureka!" She yelled out after finding the laptop which was in the boot of the car, she climbed all the way back to her seat at the front of the car and opened up the laptop, turning it on. Summer clicked every finger on her hands and then wiggled them in the air, "let's see if the S.H.I.E.L.D surveillance camera's have gotten any harder to hack."

Beginning to type, she got lost in all the numbers and words on the screen. It took her almost ten minutes – her longest time yet, it's safe to say that she's going to start practising as soon as she gets home so that she can up her game for the next time she needs to hack into a computer – to get into all the surveillance cameras and she looked through each one, she eventually came to a quite horrific scene where everyone was stood in a sort of stand off. Computers filled the room and all the people were stood up in their chairs with guns aimed, some people were already dead on the floor.

"Stay in the car my arse," she muttered while placing the laptop down into the passenger seat so she could continue to keep watch on the scene. She began to search the car for any sort of weapon, when she came to the glove box she managed to find a gun, after checking whether it was filled with bullets she closed the laptop and left the car.

She easily made it into the building and to the elevator, it was just finding out what room they were all in. While waiting for the elevator to go up to the next floor it suddenly stopped and dinged, she quickly reached down for her gun as the doors opened and revealed the Winter Soldier and numerous soldiers stood behind him. Both their eyes widened at the side of each other and Wendy's arm stretched out and grabbed her wrist before she could grab the gun, he dragged her out of the elevator.

"Gehen Sie zum Helicarrier(go to the helicarrier)," he said to the soldiers, moving out of the way with the prisoner in his hands. "Pierce wollen diese Mädchen zu sehen, werde ich Sie bald beitreten(Pierce will want to see this girl, I'll join you soon)." He yelled at them, already walking down the hallway with the girl held by her wrist, Summer felt a slight deja vu at that moment.

Thinking the worst, she began to struggle. "You don't know who I am do you?" She called out, leaning back on her body in hope to slow him down and perhaps make him listen to her, "Pierce wiped me from your memory didn't he?" She cried, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. Not only had she lost Bucky, but now she'd even lost Wendy.

"Will you shut up?" He hissed at her, looking around to make sure no one was around, "of course I haven't forgotten about you, you idiot."

She stopped struggling then, looking at him with a wide-eyed expression. "Then where are you taking me?" She asked, trusting him enough to follow him. He didn't answer her, he just opened the door to a broom closet and slid both himself and her into the small space before closing the door. "I'm sorry but I don't think we have time for 7 minutes of heaven." She teased.

He was silent for a few seconds, "...I have no idea what that is." He mumbled, his hand had stopped gripping her wrist and was now stroking the smooth skin of her arm, his fingers were barely touching her though and she felt an obvious shiver erupt through her body as goosebumps began to appear. "I thought with you gone from that cell you'd stay out of trouble."

"Rule number one of Summer Scotts, when you think you know me you're probably wrong." She joked, the side of her mouth turning up in a small smile before dropping down. "I shouldn't have gone yesterday, I should have stayed with you."

"No," he quickly dejected, "I told you to go and you did, at least now I know you trust me."

Silence followed that as she thought over his words, of course she'd trust him, he just didn't know why because he didn't even know who she was. "Wendy," she whispered, "why did you bring me into the broom closet?" She had to force herself not to call him Bucky.

"Well," he sighed while moving his right hand up to push part of her hair back, "I was going to leave, but I just can't seem to drag myself away from you... weird right?"

"No..." she said softly, her own hands venturing up to his face and slowly taking off his mask, "have I mentioned how much I hate that mask?"

"Once or twice," he shrugged nonchalantly. His eyes moved down to her lips and Summer's eyes copied his, unknowingly, the two were slowly moving closer and closer together.

His eyes lost focus and he became eager, he pulled her body against his and kissed her deeply. She melted into him as the emotions that she'd managed to be holding in check for the whole day were rushing through her. She kissed him back with an ardour that surprised her, it was then she realised, she was hungry for him in the worst way. And he was going through the same emotions, he wanted Summer more then he remembered wanting anything else, the way he felt towards her was scarily strong and to have her lips against his was the sort of euphoric feeling which was said to be a sin.

"Do you have to go?" She said, cutting the kissing short. "Couldn't we just leave now, go down to my lake house and just be together... I could help you with your memory."

He shook his head and pulled away, "you need to understand, I have a mission."

Summer nodded her head in acknowledgement, she did understand, missions were all he knew and completing them was his only aim in life. "Goodbye then." She sighed, "if I see you later then..."

He cut her short by kissing her gently on the lips, "goodbye." He said, he opened the door to the broom closet and left, leaving her in complete silence. That is, until, the door made a clicking sound.

Her head shot up and she moved to open the door, only to find that he'd locked it. "You bastard!" She yelled out, banging her fists angrily at the door.