A/N: READ ME READ ME HEY READ ME! Okay, so important note here, when it comes to ages Google would not supply me with Bucky's age so I did a little creative maths using good ol' Captain America as an example. Captain America was 22 in Avengers(not counting the 70 years), which means he's probably 23 in Winter Soldier, so we're just gonna assume that Bucky is 23 as well okay? Okay.

UPDATE: Thanks to information supplied by IkhandoZatman after this chapter was published, we now know that Bucky was 26 years old when he fell to his (not actual) death. So everybody applaud her for telling me that! :)

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CHAPTER SIX

"There is beauty in truth, even if it's painful. Those who lie, twist life so that it looks tasty to the lazy, brilliant to the ignorant, and powerful to the weak. But lies only strengthen our defects. They don't teach anything, help anything, fix anything or cure anything. Nor do they develop one's character, one's mind, one's heart or one's soul."

― José N. Harris

"So you haven't always been working for S.H.I.E.L.D?" Wendy asked, tapping his fingers lazily against Summer's legs which had been thrown over his lap. Wendy was sat on the bed with his back against the wall while Summer had laid herself out on the bed and put her legs on his lap, she was currently looking through a tabloid magazine which Wendy had swiped from the buildings waiting room - it had looked rather amusing to watch the burly man pick up a copy of a magazine which said 'Kim Kardashian: how many more porno's?'.

She put the magazine on her chest and looked at Wendy, she had been expecting that by now he would start asking about the ever-so-secret information, instead the only questions Wendy ever seemed to ask were about her life. "No, I only started working for S.H.I.E.L.D after I got the serum, before that I was going from one job to the other, I was constantly being fired you see."

"Why does that not surprise me?" He laughed.

"Hey!" She yelled, quickly jumping to her own defense, "it's not my fault that back then men were constantly threatened by women who could work out two plus two and actually had an opinion." By the end of it was she was hissing and Wendy raised his arms up into the air.

"Hey, I wasn't one of those guys, don't get mad at me." He chuckled, going back to tapping a random rhythm on her leg. "So, do you have a special man out there?"

She stiffened instantly at the question, her heart already aching as the memories of James Buchanan Barnes began to play in her mind. "I use to have a fiance, he was… he was the only one for me I guess. After him I never dated anyone, I had my lab to distract me from all that kind of stuff." She smiled up at him, using the smile to try and hide a look in her eyes which the Winter Soldier was beginning to know too well; loneliness.

"What happened to him?" His voice had fallen to a new level of gentleness that made Summer's heart flutter.

"He died." She said, her voice vacant of emotion. "It doesn't matter any more though, I should stop being so dramatic and get over him. He did die almost 70 years ago."

"70 years ago? Wait, how old are you?" Summer looked at him with raised eyebrows, surprised he didn't know all the information about her serum. Surely he would have been given a folder on background information? Or maybe Pierce thought that if starting from a clean slate would help the trust form.

She cleared out her throat, "uh, yeah, the serum I made, it gave me a longer life span and delayed my ageing, so I just stayed looking young. I'll eventually start getting the wrinkles though, don't worry, soon you might end up looking hotter than me." She teased, trying to interrupt the dark aura which had formed from questions aimed around Bucky. "Besides, do you even know how old you are?"

He shrugged his shoulders again, "who knows, maybe I'm as old as you."

"I don't think many 90-year-olds are able to do some of the things you do." She muttered.

"You can." He backfired, smirking at the feeling of over-knowledging her.

Summer smirked, "that's why I said 'I don't think many', idiot." He sent her a pout, though she couldn't see the pout thanks to the mask which he always wore around her. Pierce had told him that he shouldn't reveal his full face to her, because apparently she was in fact the enemy underneath that innocent exterior and if he did reveal any major information to her it could cause a substantial amount of critical damage.

They both chuckled at each other, enjoying the company of one another. The Winter Soldier was rarely awake from the cryogenic sleep unless it was to go kill someone, so Summer was a mission which he loved to be a part of. For Summer, she was always alone in her lab except for the few times she'd get to see Steve and Nick. The two extremely different characters had ended up needing each other more than they had realised, though now, in the silence, this epiphany was finally beginning to dawn on them.

"I've been given a mission," he said, his tone turning stoic and cold. "Tomorrow, I have to go and kill Captain America and Black Widow."

She held her breath, her mind beginning to analyse the entire situation. She couldn't be mad at him, he was manufactured and he didn't realise what he was doing was wrong - if anything she felt sorry for him. "It's okay," she exhaled, "it's your job and I understand."

He looked down at her in shock, he'd expected her to do the same that she'd done when she found out about Nick Fury and go hide silently in the corner until he left. "Okay well," he had to take a second to work out his next words, to get his head right, he'd been so prepared with an argument on why she shouldn't hate him and now she was so accepting, did that mean she liked him? "I-I have a mission tonight so I'm going to go prepare."

Summer moved into an upright position so her legs were no longer on Wendy's lap, he stood up. "Wait," She called out. She was trying to hide how nervous she was, her palms were sweating and her heart was pumping at an erratic pace. "I need you to do me a favour, I need a couple of things which I obviously can't get seen as I'm in here. Woman things."

A confused expression formed on his face, if she weren't so nervous at that point in time then maybe she'd have pointed out just how adorable it was. "Shouldn't you just ask the soldier that checks up on you daily? If it's about…" He didn't finish the sentence, obviously feeling awkward about it.

"My period?" She finished for him, "No, it's a different woman thing that is very private to men, I made a list, I just need you to pick them up. It's a few technological bits and pieces you could easily get from a thrift shop." She could see from his expression that he was apprehensive now, "I swear it's nothing dangerous or anything like that." She pushed one last time, already beginning to tell herself she'd failed.

"Okay," he said simply, surprising Summer. "But you have to promise me that this won't get either of us in trouble."

Summer gulped, forming a shaking smile, "I promise." She lied. With that last confirmation he began to leave the room, not realising he was leaving a girl who now hated herself more than usual.

Summer sat at home with a typewriter beside her and in front of her were numerous wires, she was currently dressed in Bucky's clothes once again. She wore his shirt and underwear, as well as some suspenders which were too large for her short height and kept falling off her shoulders. Her hair hadn't been brushed in quite a while so thought it was in a braid, pieces of greasy locks still stuck out.

She had just been fired from her previous jo at a restaurant for commenting to one of the other waitresses that 'if you want tips then perhaps you could try buttoning up your shirt and respecting the married couples instead of putting your hands on the husbands privates'. Apparently this was offensive, and the two waitresses ended up fighting and as a consequence, both of them were fired. So she ended up staying at the apartment to finish off any projects she'd started before looking for another job.

Once she'd finished writing some notes she turned back to the wires, picking two different coloured ones and twisting the ends. Tentatively, she put the wires together and was instantly hit by an electric shock. In surprise she fell back in the chair and was thrown on to the floor along with her chair. "Ouch." She gasped.

She rolled onto the floor, moving her body in weird motions in hope to stop the awful electric shock that was still passing around her body. Still twitching, she got onto her knees and began to type again. There was suddenly a knock on the door and her head whipped around quickly, "wait a second!" She called, quickly moving to tidy up her hair and tuck her shirt in to the underwear. She then quickly pushed all wires behind the table before moving to the door. "Hello," she greeted while opening the door.

"Urgent telegram from a Mr Steve Rogers." The well-dressed soldier replied, handing her a folded white letter.

It was safe to say she was extremely confused, last time she checked, Steve was going around the world doing an all singing and dancing tour.

Dear Summer Scotts,

I found out yesterday that Bucky is missing-in-action, you'll probably get a telegram about it tomorrow so I'm telling you now that I'm going to go save him. Don't worry.

From Steve Rogers

Summer looked up to talk to the soldier he'd already walked back down the apartment hallway and was working his way down the staircase.

The letter in her hands had supplied more questions than answers and the whole 'don't worry' part had done nothing but make her worry more. Biting her lip she looked back at the inside of her apartment, her leg began to shake as her mind became busy trying to make a decision. With a loud huff, she grabbed a leather bag from the corner of the room and packed a load of clothes and other stuff which she'd spotted around apartment that she thought she'd need, including a pot of strawberry jelly.

She looked out the window and saw that the man from before was waiting for a taxi to appear and so she shot out of the apartment, not bothering to even lock the door before she made her way down the staircase.

She eventually got outside and quickly called to the man, "hey wait! I need a favour," she yelled, waving her arm around madly in order to gain his attention.

It was late at night and Summer was still awake, picking at the sheet on her bed, she was awaiting the Winter Soldier's return when he'll hopefully have all the stuff she'd requested. It took another couple of minutes before he finally appeared, he was being very quiet with his movements as to not acquire any unwanted attention from the soldiers that were keeping watch.

"I have to be quick," he whispered before showing her the carrier bag which held numerous pieces of metal and plastic.

She squealed happily, "thank you, thank you!" She jumped off the bed and took the bag out of his hands, she threw it onto her bed before leaning up and kissing him just above the mask that covered his mouth. She soon realised what she'd done and took three steps back, "uh, sorry." She said, worried she'd managed to step over the line.

"It's okay." he replied, smiling gently at her underneath the mask. She nodded at him and turned back to the bag, she waited until she heard the door close once again and pulled up the sheet. She moved underneath it and set up a torch (one of the items she'd asked Wendy to bring her.

She began to tear apart most of the items and take them apart and then put the pieces back together with other items until eventually she had a sort-of mobile phone. She used a sim card which she'd managed to swipe from a idiot soldiers mobile phone to attach to the mobile. She took the battery out the torch and attached it to that to the phone as well.

Once the makeshift screen lit up she used the single button to send a morse code message to her preferred recipient.

- ... .. ... / .. ... / ... ..- - - . .-. / ... -.-. - - - ... / ... - ... / -.- - ..- / -.-. .- -. / - .-. .- -.-. -.- / - ... .. ... / - . ... ... .- -. .

(this is Summer Scotts SOS you can track this message)

She had sent the message to one of the many mobile phones which she knew Black Widow always had on her. It was just a game of waiting now.

Summer settled down onto the bed, silently began wondering why - even though there was a sort of relief now that she knew she was going to finally be rescued from this hell - she felt guilt settle in the pit of her stomach, practically bringing tears to her eyes.