A/N: THIS. CHAPTER. IS. THE. BEST. And you know how I know that? Because it's taken me five hours to bloody write and perfect. There's a slight smut warning but it doesn't get too in depth because as I was writing it I realised 'nah this doesn't fit' and yeah. So, that happens. Also, I'm just really excited to hear your reviews on this because plenty of issues have been brought up - like, I went so deep at some points and then at other points I just hated myself. This is the chapter, my favourite chapter to say the least. ALSO THIS IS ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE WHERE I COMMENT ON ALL THE REVIEWS JUST CAUSE I'M SO PUMPED BY THIS CHAPTER THAT I FEEL LIKE REPLYING TO THEM ALL.

To Guest, I'M GLAD BECAUSE THEY'RE SO FUN FOR ME TO WRITE

To Blondeconspiracy, my family don't seem to understand my attraction to James McAvoy and I'm just like 'ARE YOU KIDDING HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, I HATE HIM, HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE AND HE ISN'T EVEN BOTHERED ABOUT HOW ANGSTY HE MAKES ME FEEL JUST BY SMILING' and yeah idek hi

To Sevenavengers, it's gonna be a Charles Xavier one!

To LeMiia, when I uploaded my first chapter after ages I was singing 'guess who's back, back again' for like an hour and now I've got it stuck in my head again because of your comment thanks so much

To Kima Wolfwood, I liked writing the bonding moment too, I think in the sequel I'm going to try and fit in a few more bonding moments because they're really fun to write

To vilevillian, I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations

To integri-tea, I love your username(just saying)

To BiancaTSparrow, THIS IS THE LOVIEST CHAPTER EVER OHMYGOSH BE EXCITED BUT THEN DON'T CAUSE IT'S NOT LOVEY GOD DAMMIT JUST READ THE CHAPTER YOU'LL UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN

To IkhandoZatman, you're wish is my command

To RomanticObsession, I'm so sorry but this chapter holds the complete OPPOSITE to makeup sex, don't hate me

To Jezebel DeTrazie, HEY AGAIN. Okay so, I should have probably explained this earlier, I'm such a bad writer. Okay, so Summer's mutation basically allows her to make things explosive. She changes the molecular structure of anything and then can set it alight so that it explodes. Does that explain it any better? If not tell me and I'll send you a PM of everything I worked out over her ability (it took me like 5 hours to do all the research so I could get her power right)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

"I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss—you can't do it alone."

― John Cheever

The TV blared loudly in the background as Bucky walked through the living room of Stark's tower; he was currently on a search for his girl and it was turning out to be quite a challenge. He was sick of the distance which had grown between the two of them and he was fearful that she had gone back to her old ways, hiding behind gigantic thick walls that stopped emotions revealing themselves or getting through.

When he was getting through to her last time, it had been incredibly hard. Both him and Summer lost a lot and it was really tough for the both of them, breaking down her walls had been the toughest experience for both of them and he really didn't want to have to go through the whole dilemma ever again. But still, there was a part of him that was more than willing to go through all that sort of stuff because he loved her and he would for the rest of his (already quite lengthy) life.

Clint walked out of the elevator, strutting his way over to the sofa. "Oh, hey." He stopped to greet Bucky before flinging his body down to the couch.

"Hey," he muttered distantly, trying to think of any place that Summer might be, "I don't suppose you know where Summer is?" He asked Clint, whose attention was currently on the TV as he began to flick through the channels.

"No sorry." Clint answered, eyes locked on to the television as he zoomed past each channel. He stopped when he arrived on a News Channel, the screen flashing red with the words 'Urgent News' on it. He leant closer to the screen, reading the text that was on the bottom of the screen and also analysing the scene closely. "Wait a second, I know where they are and we need to get there fast." He informed Bucky, already on the move towards the elevator.

Bucky stopped and looked at the screen, his own eyes widening at what he saw. "She went to a club?!" He yelled out in alarm, following Hawkeye in a mad rush to get out of the room and into a car as soon as possible.

Foxs News: New York has been attacked by, what we assume, is another terrorist. This terrorist seems to be a little different as they've chosen to bomb a small club in down town New York called 'The Eagle'. We have yet to hear any updates.

"Nat! Are you okay?" Clint called as he ran through the large crowd that had already formed around the burning building, easily spotting her straightened red hair through the crowd with his perfectly capable vision.

Bucky was following behind, eyes darting around the parking lot in hope find her. He had to find her. She had to be okay.

"Y-Yeah, I-I'm fi-fine…" Nat stuttered out, trying to remain strong but finding it incredibly hard to do after what she'd just witnessed her closest friend do. "Summer…" She whimpered, looking over towards the building in distress.

This caught Bucky's attention and he stopped looking around, swiftly turning to face Natasha. He grabbed a hold of her arms so that she'd pay attention to him. "What? Where is she?" He enquired hastily.

"Bucky, it's not safe-" She began, seeing straight through his plan.

"I don't care, tell me where she is." He interrupted, fixing her with a stoic glare that demanded she tell him what he requested.

Natasha had faced many things in her lifetime, a lot which normal people would drop dead from fear because of. And yet, facing Bucky at that moment in time, she was genuinely scared. Now, it's important we note that Nat isn't as robotic as Summer can be, Natasha's skill set includes being able to hide her emotions which is completely different to Summer's ability to not feel at all. But as Bucky looked down at her with a look that had equal amounts of anger, determination and control, she was finding it incredibly hard to hide how intimidated she felt.

"It's my fault, don't blame her, please. I brought her out and then I forced her to distract this guy and he- he got a out of control and tried to rape her. I was on my way to go stop it- to help her- but she just… she exploded." Natasha explained in a mad scramble of words, her eyes flickering down at the ground as she tried to process everything that had happened, giving them a run-through at the same time. "She didn't kill anyone as far as I know, other then the guy who..."

Bucky shook her shoulders again, "Natasha, where the hell is she?" He spoke through gritted teeth, getting fed up with her avoiding to answer him.

"She's still in there…" she divulged finally, and as soon as he heard her answer he set off on a sprint into the burning building. "Bucky it's not safe!" She yelled after him, about to follow him but Clint quickly stepped in her way.

"Let him go." He asserted, replacing where Bucky once had his own arms with his own. Only he was much more gentle with his touch, understanding that she will be feeling feeling slightly overwhelmed by the entire situation.

"She could kill him, she could blow up again." She tried to explain, looking towards Clint and hoping he would do something. There were two reasons why she wanted to stop Bucky from going into that building and helping Summer out of there, the first one being that if Summer were to find out that she was the one who allowed Bucky to go walking down death road. And secondly, he might accidentally set her off again and this time there might be more victims.

"I don't think he really cares about the danger he's putting himself in, as long as she's no longer in danger." He theorised, gently rubbing her arms and trying his hardest to consolidate her.

Inside the building Bucky was climbing over fallen pieces of rubble, one arm was in front of his face so the heat from the fires didn't bother him as much. "Summer?!" He called loudly, trying to distinguish any sounds so he might be able to find wherever his love was. That's when he finally heard it, over the sounds of the crackling firms, he hear her sobbing. He followed the sound and eventually he found her; she was sat in the middle of the room, the only place not surrounded by rubble or flames, her head was in her lap and she was rocking her body while crying. "Summer, it's okay-" He attempted to soothe her and walk closer towards her but she quickly raised up one of her arms.

"Stop! Don't come any closers." She demanded, soon realising that she'd lifted her arm and once again bringing it back down to one of her sides. The dreams flashing before her eyes, like a warning. "I-I'll hurt you."

Of course Bucky didn't understand, how could he? She hadn't told him about the dream and now she realised how much of a mistake that was because now he didn't realise that she was trying to help him. "It's okay baby, it's over, please don't shut me out right now." He soothed once more, though now he was abiding her wish and not moving any closer.

"Don't you see?! I'll hurt you." Summer pleaded, lifting her head up and staring into his eyes. Those eyes that she loved so much. Those eyes that she wouldn't dare risk seeing lifeless. "I will kill you." She said in a much quieter voice, going back to look at the floor.

"No you won't, that guy-" He began "-that guy deserved it, if you didn't kill him then I certainly would have. It's okay, please." He took another step closer towards her; he didn't really know why, but he just knew that she would never hurt him, it was a gut instinct that he fully believed in.

"Stay back!" She yelled in frustration, kicking her feet out so she could wiggle further back.

He held his hands up in defence. "Summer, I know you're scared- we all are. But what's in you, your monsters, they don't mean a thing because I love you. I love you and I'd never hurt you, and I know that you feel the same. Please."

She shook her head in response, still not believing his words. "Bucky n-"

"Fuck it," he interrupted and stormed over towards her as quick as possible, if she didn't believe him then he'd have to make her see.

He knelt down in front of her and he wrapped his arms around her body, showing her that she had absolutely nothing to worry about, "see, I told you, you won't hurt me. It's okay."

He began to stroke the back of her head, allowing her to cry into his jacket. "I've never killed anyone before Bucky," she announced coldly, "how do you cope with this?"

Bucky thought for a second, trying to pick his words carefully as to not upset her any further. "You forget. As immoral and inhuman as it may be, you have to forget, or else you're too blinded by your past to change who you are for the future." He revealed. Summer nuzzled into Bucky's neck, offering some sort of comfort to him as she knew that telling her that must have been hard, especially seen as it's the first time they've talked on the matter of his past killings and how he was dealing with them. He stood up and pulled her body with hers, "come on."

"What? I can't go back, I'm a monster." Summer insisted after realising that he was indicating towards the exit.

Bucky rolled his eyes, finding what she just said to be absolutely incredulous. "you're going back to a house filled with people who know who the real you is, trust me, they won't think you're a monster." He tugged once more on her arm but again she retired from moving. "Come on, Nat's outside, she's fine. We'll take you home, you don't even have to see anyone." He was beginning to bargain now. Leaving her here, in a place where under so little time a lot had happened, he knew it wouldn't help her anxiety at all and he didn't want to stress her out even further.

"Okay." She finally gave in, allowing Bucky to drag her out to the exit.

No one spoke through the entirety of the ride back to the tower, nor did anyone speak in the elevator, and no one talked about how she left to go to Bucky's room while latching tightly against his body because currently he was the only comfort she had. He was the only person she could be weak around.

Once they entered the room, the pair stood silently, looking around and not really knowing what to do with themselves. That is, until she turned around and lunged towards him, kissing him hard on the lips. Bucky enjoyed it for a couple of seconds before gently pushing her away, "Summer- no." He shook his head, putting her at arms length so he wasn't too tempted, "you've been through too much today, I don't think this would be such a good idea."

"Please," she whined desperately. "Please, just make me forget." He looked towards her puppy dog eyes, those perfect green eyes, he just couldn't say no to her.

Still standing, he leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. Skipping over the strap of her dress, his lips touched the curve of her neck. Bucky could practically feel the quiet purring in her throat. The open expanse of the scoop neck invited him and so his kisses ranged lower. His lips trailed lower, to the fuller part of her décolletage.

His hand reached behind the hem of her dress and he begun to pull it up one one hand, touching the soft curve of her belly. She was finally beginning to put on weight, definitely an upside. He looked to her face and saw her smiling up to him, it invited him to continue, so he finally pulled the dress off completely.

Summer took a step backwards and picked up her discarded dress. She led Bucky farther into the room and folded her dress onto a chair next to the bedside table, he came up behind her and put his hands on her hips again. She turned around in his hands, a devious smirk lifting up the corners of her lips, "my turn," she said and reached towards him.

She'd completely changed in front of Bucky's eyes. She'd gone from being broken, to being quite scandalous. Though he decided that right now certainly was not the time to lecture her on going back to her old ways of messing around with her own emotions.

One by one, his shirt buttons opened to her touch.. .Her hands and lips traced each new discovery as the opening shirt revealed it. She also stepped closer towards him, pushing Bucky backwards, until he felt the bed behind his knees. He laid back. She knelt up on the bed, one knee on each side of him, and finished unbuttoning his shirt. Once Bucky's chest was fully exposed to her, she sat back and started on his belt. That opened too, and the fly. His erection pushed the front of his underwear forward. Taking it between her hands, she felt the cloth-covered ridge before undressing it. Then she pulled the clothing lower, exposing his genitals completely. Her gentle touch grasped his erection, a fingertip discovered the clear droplet at the opening, then he spread its slickness around the tip.

Looking at him, she begun to peel the strap of her bra off her shoulder, then she slipped the bra off her body completely. She then proceeded to fold it and then add that to her pile on the chair, continuing to do the same with her panties until she was completely naked.

She came towards where he was sitting on the bed and pushed him back, straddling him once more. Those deep, soft breasts were perky and looked beautiful in the lighting of his bedroom. Their tips brushed upward as she climbed along him, until he could reach up and guide one towards his mouth, he suckled gently on them, causing a slight moan to escape her lips slightly. He offered it a wide, gentle warmth, and felt the areola thicken between his lips. After a moment, his mouth let go. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down onto him. The delicate weight of her breasts settled onto him, then the whole of her slender frame lay on him. His erection found its way between his legs, but he tried to ignore that for the moment as he had no need to rush - quite the opposite.

After a moment her rolled them over, still holding her closely to his body. Supporting himself on his elbows, he looked down into her glowing eyes. This put him in an awkward position though, with his legs dangling off the side. "Let's get up on this properly."

They disengaged, then shifted around and found the pillows. "Now, where were we?" He chimed, beginning to kiss her again. They kissed repeatedly, with warm touches preparing lips, cheek, ear, throat. At the same time, his hands explored her hip and thigh, feeling the sleek strength of her legs. She shifted as he caressed her inner thigh, giving more access to her lower body.

He moved her hand again, this time onto her labia. That's when she pushed back. She'd been trying so hard to be normal, to not allow what that man had done to her - how far he'd gotten - to affect the way she lived but she was being weak.

"I'm sorry," she cried, feeling like quite the mess at that moment in time as tears blossomed in her eyes, slowly transforming from raindrops to waterfalls.

Bucky easily snapped out of his daze and hugged her to his body, pushing his fingers through her hair as he knew that always calmed her down. "It's okay, I understand." He cooed sweetly, allowing her to continue crying.

Summer hated herself, she shouldn't be doing this, crying like a baby. Bucky deserved so much better.

Eventually, her tears silenced and she turned to look up at him; he didn't seem too bothered but she knew that he was a man and what man wouldn't be a little hurt if a women rejected him after making him get a hard on? Bucky's eyes looked down on her and he saw her facial expression and decided it was the right time for a good change of subject. "So, you know how Steve made that list of things he wanted to do now?" He hinted.

"Yes, what about it?" She asked in return, turning her body around and resting on her elbows so she was once again lying slightly on his body. Their warmth heating each other up.

"I made one of my own." He smiled proudly, "do you want to see it?"

"Of course," after she said that he rushed to go over to his plants that are on the floor. She used this free time to move under the covers so she could sit crossed legged without revealing too much, He returned and handed her a scrunched up piece of paper, she looked down to analyse the paper and looked up almost instantly without actually reading the text, sending Bucky a questioning look. "Whys it only got one thing on it though?"

"Just read it." He sighed with exasperation, rolling her eyes. She copied his eye roll jokingly and went back to looking at his not-so-long list which read:

Marry Summer Scotts

She froze, having to re-read the text quite a few times. "Oh my gosh… Bucky…" She bleated quietly.

"I just figured, you know, we're finally back together after all these years and I think it's only right that we finish what we started almost 80 years ago." He bellowed, taking her shocked expression quite badly and so he tried to sway her with a sweet little explanation on why he needed to propose for the second time around.

After she realised how panic he'd become she shot out of the covers, wrapping her arms around her neck and hugging him tightly; her shame and sadness transforming into pure glee. "Yes! You cheesey, lovable, idiot. Yes!"