A/N: WELL THEN, hello to the hundreds of people that read my first chapter. Stunned doesn't describe how surprised I was when I woke up this morning to see so many people had read it, thank you to all the people who reviewed as well - I hope you all know you're comments pushed me to finish this chapter today!

Talye Kendrin - so far the plan follows the Winter Soldier storyline up to chapter ten and then it turns into a sort of AU.

Again, thanks to Roseg7412, Rose, Talye Kendrin, Romanticism-magic and roxanne.p for all your wonderful comments, I hope you have an amazing day and I hope my fanfiction makes your day even better :)

EDITED - 15/03/2016

CHAPTER TWO

"Most people want to be circled by safety, not by the unexpected. The unexpected can take you out. But the unexpected can also take you over and change your life. Put a heart in your body where a stone used to be."

― Ron Hall

Summer Scotts was sat in a cab with her best friend Steve Rogers, currently they were on the way to go to the Pineberry bar where Steve planned to introduced her to his other best friend. Steve had already told her plenty of things about his childhood friend, the oh-so-famous Bucky Barnes. He'd been trying for so long to get his two best friends to meet up in person but for some reason Summer had always been rather against the whole 'get together' idea.

In the end it took Steve promising Summer that he would not only be a test subject for one of her more common experiments (the uncommon ones being the most pain inducing) as well as promising to go to her mother's yearly soirée, an event no one but Summer's mother enjoyed going too. Summer had described it in many different ways over the years in which Steve had had the pleasure of her company, but the one thing she always said was that it was a masked ball without any masks. Everyone who went to the event pretended they were someone else just so that they could feel like they belonged, even Summer was victim to this spell that the soirée seemed to cast on people, she always pretended she had a better job and a better mother.

"He's really funny," Steve said, adding another attribute to the list of 'Things Bucky is', he'd created it a long time ago in order to sway Summer to meet his friend. She never payed attention to it though, the only reason she was going to meet Bucky today was just for Steve's own companionship. That, and the fact that after this night she'd be allowed to go back to hiding in the shadows of her apartment for days on end without having Steve disturb her anymore about his friend. She pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her body, causing Steve to notice that she wasn't ecstatic about the meeting. "What's wrong Summer?"

She snapped her head to face him, her happy-go-lucky facade returning so she could keep Steve pleased. That's how their relationship worked most of the time, Summer felt that it was her duty to make sure that he didn't worry about her and that he felt happy. After all, what use were people's worry to her? "Nothing's wrong, just enjoying the view." Her excuse wasn't exactly well thought out as outside of the window there was simply large dull buildings blocking everything else. "After spending so long at that dull university, I've forgotten how pretty the streets of New York were," she excused clumsily.

Her excuse was lousy and she knew it, all she had been doing throughout the past few weeks after returning from the university was going on and on about how beautiful the lab was and how much she wanted to go back to it and never leave.

Sadly she knew her chances of returning to the university were unlikely. If you were to ask Summer what had happened at the university, she'd tell you that they didn't appreciate her genius mind and so she decided to leave. This tale is partly true.

"It's to do with Bucky isn't it?" Steve presumed, "why don't you want to meet him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she tried again, pursing her lips and trying to act as casual as she could.

His eyebrows scrunched together and he sent her a warning look, "Summer," his tone was almost scolding, letting her know that there was no way she'd be able to escape this conversation.

With a sigh, she finally opened up, "you've told me a lot about him so I'm guessing you told him a lot about me, let me guess, he asked if I was good looking?"

A moment of silence passed confirming her thoughts, "I don't understand what you're getting at though." Steve voiced his thoughts, turning his body slightly to fully see her and analyse her body language.

"I'm just pointing out that your friend sounds like the kind of guy that I have a distaste for," Summer supplied, deciding that holding back was pointless by now, "you say he is constantly going on double dates, him always being successful, which means he's a player who has no respect for women and just toys around with them. He's confident, which blinds him and makes him an idiot as I've realised quickly from all the stories you've told me."

"He's not like that at all, he's my best friend who's been there for me more times than I can count, he's always fighting for the little guys," Steve explained, a look of sadness forming in his eyes as he once again remembered how he was one of the little guys. Steve quickly changed the subject, though he ended up making himself laugh with the next thing he thought about, "you and Bucky are actually kind of similar in a way."

"Pfft," she tutted, turning her head back to the window, "we'll see about that."

Music blared from inside the mini cooper which Summer Scotts was currently driving, accompanied by her best friend Steve Rogers who was currently squashed into the car, "Oh, how about your neighbour? She's pretty cute."

"Nat said that earlier, but I don't know, I just don't think I'm ready yet." He sighed, talking with his hands waving around. "And besides, you can't say much can you? And you've been awake this whole time." He countered - obviously he didn't bring up the fact that she lost Bucky in spite, he was just trying to make her understand what he was going through.

She pursed her lips and nodded her head, "true, but, me not moving on isn't because I'm not over Bucky, I simply haven't met a man who could match up to the way I felt with him; that and I barely have the time with all the work I'm doing for S.H.I.E.L.D," she tried to explain it as carefully as she could so he'd understand, "Whereas you have enough time to settle down with a woman, you just refuse too because you're holding on to Peggy. Her body may be physically alive, but mentally the Peggy we knew is gone now Steve and you need to move on."

He turned to the window and crossed his arm, letting out a breath of relief when he realised they'd arrived outside his apartment finally. "Tell you what Summer, when you find a man, I'll start looking for the right girl. Deal?" He put out his hand toward her, already predicting what she'd do next.

She rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away, "if you made that sort of promise then you'd never find a girl." He shrugged in reply, a small smile threatening to turn up the corners of his lips. "Go on then, get out of my car before I kick you out."

"I'd like to see you try," he teased.

"Don't tempt me," she countered with ease, she watched as Steve left the car and began to walk up the building. She continued to sit in the silence, everyone on the outside unaware of the wreckage that was happening in her head; all of a sudden her fist collided with the steering wheel, and again, then another time, she found herself thrashing around and causing the car to shake quite violently. Once she'd finished, her auburn hair was a mess on top of her head and her baggy shirt was askew, the mascara she was wearing had completely run down her face thanks to the tears that didn't hold back from falling down her face. "God dammit, Bucky." She whispered harshly.

These moments weren't rare enough for Summer, once a month it seemed like she'd find herself racked with the exact same emotions that she'd felt when the news had hit her that Bucky was dead. Now she was much more open to emotions than she had been back then, that was also Bucky's fault. Still, she'd learnt how to calm herself down from it, enough to look and feel like nothing had just previously occured.

It took a couple of minutes for her to fully collect herself, she knew it would be both unsafe and stupid if she drove while being unable to see thanks to her tears. She set the car back in to drive, pulling out of the place where she'd parked against the pavement and beginning the long drive back home. It was only seconds after she'd left from Steve's house that she felt something attack the back of her car, pushing it forward at a terrifying speed, then seconds later a car (similar looking to the one which had rammed her on the back of her car) bashed at her car on the right side and as a consequence, flipped her car over.

They arrived at the bar, Summer exited the taxi first and Steve followed after paying. Together they entered. Steve was concentrating on finding his friend while Summer concentrated on finding the bar man. She left Steve to do what he wanted and she stepped up to the bar, waving her hand slightly so the bar man would notice her, "can I have a glass of your best whiskey please?"

The bar man nodded his head and left her to go collect the drink, the auburn-haired dame looked around and found Steve patting the back of a brown haired man while greeting some other fellows who were sat in a booth. She easily guessed from the short description she'd sometimes be given by Steve that the brown haired man was 'Bucky', she took their moment of distraction to her advantage and judged the man first with her eyes.

His lips had an odd quirk which she found slightly adorable, his eyes were a gorgeous blue that you could simply get lost in. "If you're into that kind of thing," she muttered to herself, slightly scorning herself for thinking such a thing. His hair was messy and that description matched the rest of his body, a scruff was growing on his chin and his clothing was disreputable and obviously effortless when it came to the decision department. At that moment in time Bucky looked up and caught her analytic gaze, a devious little smirk forming on his lips as he sent her a wink, to which she gave a slightly disgusted look and turned back to wait for her drink.

Eventually, the two boys walked up to greet her. "Summer," Steve spoke up first, gaining her attention, "this is James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky, this is Summer Elizabeth Darcy Scotts."

"Pleasure to meet you," Bucky greeted, putting out his hand for her to shake.

It just happened - out of luck, if you were to ask Summer at that particular moment - that her drink finally arrived, and so she chose to ignore his hand and instead pick up the glass and take a long sip of the whiskey, pretty much drinking all of it in one gulp. "Yeah, hello," she mumbled, signalling the bar man once more for another drink.

She let's out a shrill scream, hoping that her trusty friend (Captain America) might run out and save her - she didn't put too much hope on that though and quickly scanned through her head for a plan. Summer currently had two guns on her, one was under the seat and the other was attached to her belt, she mentally assessed her body and only found a slight sprain in her leg as well as the numerous cuts and bruises which would heal quickly considering her abilities.

Easily, she got her seatbelt off and moved into a sitting position on top the roof, or floor seen as her car was now upside down, she could see through the window two pairs of boots coming towards her car and she simply smirked, confidence boosting her abilities and supplying some well needed adrenaline.

Her gun was held in two hands which she tried her hardest to stop from shaking, fear was not going to help at that moment in time. When she found the two stood in front of her door, trying to open it, she began to shoot. While doing the shooting she made sure to aim for the doors weak spot and when she figured it was the right time she kicked it through; this helped as a distraction and it caused the door to push the two people onto the ground. Summer crawled out of the car and ran on top of the two people who were being crushed by the door, in the split second she managed to diagnose that the bullets had only hit one of them and it was in the shoulder, at least that was one more point to her.

What she didn't predict was the injured one using his good hand to reach out and grab her foot, tripping her over and causing her to faceplant the ground. Her nose stung and she could feel the blood already dripping down her face, she cussed loudly before shooting the guy in the hand which caused him to quickly pull it away from her foot. "You know," she started while pushing her body off the ground, "I was going to run away and leave you guys alive and well, but you just broke my nose and as a girl I feel it's only right I get revenge for that."

By now the two people had managed to get up from underneath the door, they allowed her to finish her sentence but soon charged in for the attack. Painfully, she swung her sprained ankle out and knocked the two fellows back on the ground; the non-injured male swiftly jumped back up and threw a punch towards her which she deflected, punching him with the butt of her gun and knocking him out. The injured man finally managed to stand up without the assistance of his hands as both were incapable of movement currently, he was pretty simple to put out as she simply shot him once more in both legs.

A part of her hoped that their backup would arrive eventually and help the more injured man to a hospital and help him survive, unlike most S.H.I.E.L.D members she wasn't very fond of the 'killer' title.

Her hopes were cut short though as more twin cars appeared and stopped around the scene, people emptied out with guns and she knew that fighting was certainly not an option with this many people there. Her sprained leg was almost healed by then so running seemed to be the best option, and so she began to sprint. Summer started wishing she'd hung out more with Steve at his apartment so she could at least get some idea of the layout of each building, for now she was just running down any alleyway and hoping for a way out.

What she hadn't predicted was a random male appearing from one of the roofs, he had long brown hair which covered most of his face as well as goggles and a mask. She noticed the shining metal arm and her heart jumped with interest as she examined it from afar. He began to walk closer to her and Summer quickly tried to back away from the stranger, with everything else that's gone on tonight it was obvious he was a bad guy.

Before she even had chance to raise her gun he grabbed both arms, gripping her hands with impossible strength that broke both wrists and resulted in her dropping the gun in her hand. Another second passed and the metal-armed stranger had pulled her hard against his body, one arm securely wrapped against her neck and his other hand moved to cover her nose and mouth, cutting off Summer's air supply completely.

Before she passed out she heard someone speak, "mission one was complete, we're bringing in mission two now."

Steve and Bucky had both returned to their group of men at the booth, leaving Summer to drown herself in whiskey until Steve would be wanting to go home. She didn't mind so much, it allowed her to try out many different types of whiskey and watch over Steve to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble - something the little guy managed to do quite a lot.

"Now what's a girl like you doing at a bar like this all alone," said a man beside her, Summer had been aware of his presence and the numerous stares for quite a while now, she'd just sat and hoped he wouldn't act on any of the things which were obviously going through the man's head. "This just doesn't seem right." He quipped, pushing his drink closer so he could then sneakily move his body closer.

"Just having a drink like the rest of the people in here," she smiled politely at the stranger, pushing her body away slightly as she did indeed feel uncomfortable. The man had greasy hair which was pushed back, he wore a black and white suit that pretty much any bachelor owned nowadays.

He tutted, leaning closer, "well how about you come over to that empty booth in the corner with me, then we can…" his large hand began to crawl up her leg, "get to know each other." By now he was leaning close and she could smell the mix of cigars and alcohol coming from his breath.

She flicked his hand away, moving into a standing position and stepping away from him. "Please, keep your hands away from me." Of course Summer had a lot more words to say, but publicly if she was seen yelling at a man of higher power (and at the time, every man had higher power) than her record would become tarnished, she'd be labelled as a brute and most aspects of her life would be affected.

The man was about to make another move when an arm shot out and stopped the man from taking another step closer. "Excuse me sir, but I think you should take a step back." Bucky said confidently, stepping in front of her. Summer looked to the left and saw that Steve was looking worriedly at the scene in front of him, it became quite obvious that Steve had wanted to go and be the knight in shining armour but Bucky had realised this was a job much more fit for him, or else Steve would probably end up getting himself in trouble which might have been something Summer had predicted, but that didn't mean it was something Summer wanted.

"Excuse you," the greasy man replied, "but I believe this is between me and that scrumptious looking woman over there."

Bucky laughed in response, "just a tip for future reference, if you wish to court a woman then you shouldn't really refer to her as a piece of meat."

"Just a tip for future reference, stay out of my business." The fat man once again reached towards Summer, his hand latching on to her wrist and giving it a slight tug. Before either of them knew it, Bucky had raised his fist and punched him in the face and knocked the guy out stone cold.

He looked between the man on the floor and Summer, and on his face appeared a half smile that was usually charming to women. This fact remained true.