A/N: Y'all are gonna hate me for the ending of this chapter. Or not, I just know that I hate myself for writing this chapter. Anyway, you all have waited long enough so I think you deserve this chapter!

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CHAPTER EIGHT

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive. Never surrender."

― Tupac Shakur

Summer was sat with her ear pressed to the door, she was trying to get any sort of clue as to what exactly was going on outside her cell. So far all she'd heard were people yelling German commands to each other and shooting a couple of bullets. After a while though silence had settled outside her room and she grew angry, she began to hit the door and make incoherent screams. She was frustrated about not knowing anything; there was that damn feeling of being helpless again.

"Will somebody just come and tell me what the fuck is happening!?" She ordered to no one in particular, she wasn't even sure if there was someone outside of her cell any more. She let out a disgruntled noise and moved back to her bed, she ruffled up her hair with her hand as a nervous habit. She use to always bite her nails but Bucky would keep teasing about it so she'd managed to stop doing that.

She was sat on the bed with her legs swinging back and forth. She started hearing a noise outside of her room, it was like footsteps echoing, her head shot up and she quickly returned back to her spot pressed against the door. "Hey! Is somebody out there!?" She called loudly, slamming her hands against the door repeatedly. "Hello!"

Suddenly the door was forced open and she was thrown back, "will you shut up?" Wendy hissed quietly, looking outside before stepping fully into her cell and closing the door.

"Whoa, don't be angry at me." She whispered back at him with a similar harsh tone, obviously extremely offended that he'd use such a tone against her considering she wasn't the one who had attacked the building.

"Shut up," he yelled, he suddenly realized that he had been yelling and tried to decrease his volume, "shut up, we both know that this is your fault. Your friends from S.H.I.E.L.D are here, obviously your word accounts for absolutely nothing." He stormed over to the bed and stripped the sheet and pillow, he picked up the device she'd made the day before and shook his head while chuckling menacingly, "you promised me."

Summer crossed her arms over her body in defence, "I told you I understood why you had to kill my friends, I think it's only right you understand why I had to save mine and my friends lives." She said with a stone cold voice, she was unable to even look him in the eyes. As a scientist, she always praised truth as though it was the most powerful thing in the planet and no matter what situation she was put in she'd managed to escape before without lying; but in this case any escape plan she had was to lie, this plan was much better than her plan to make him fall for her so he'd want to save her.

"Is that suppose to make it okay?"He said with an astounded look forming on his chiseled face, he raised his hand and Summer almost flinched thinking that he was going to hit her – he looked angry enough. "I can never trust you again." He waved his hand around and gave her this look that made her feel pretty much like she was nothing to him.

Summer obviously took this in a bad way, "and I can trust you?" She said back, "the only reason you started talking to me was so you could earn my trust for the wrong reasons! And you're always wearing that God damned mask!"

He snorted and grabbed a hold of her wrist, "that's not an excuse. If you had a problem with my mask you would have said something about it before."

"Don't pretend you know me!" She was struggling now as his tight grip on her wrist was practically unbreakable, her wriggling persisted though and eventually he turned around with a very angry expression. "Take off the mask." She ordered. Of course at that moment in time Wendy was too angry at her, so obviously he didn't comply; he just started pulling her out of the cell ward and into the hallways.

Like any good moody child would do, she used her free hand to grab a hold of one of the railings. When Wendy pulled her arm again and she didn't move at all he paused to let out a loud huff before turning around, "do you not get how urgent it is that I get you out of here?"

"Keep pulling my arm, maybe you'll end up ripping it off and then we could get matching arms!" She cheered sarcastically, ignoring what he said.

He growled, "can we just go?"

"Can you just take off your mask?" She snapped back, forcing her arm out of his grip and standing in a stoic position so Wendy would know that she wasn't going to start moving any time soon. "You get to see my face, you know my past... I know nothing about you and you're asking me to trust you? Well that's not going to happen. How do I know that you're not bringing me to my doom, right now you could just be carrying me off to get beaten up some more, so give me one reason why I should trust you!" She demanded, running her hands through her hair numerous times.

"Fine!" He yelled, swiftly bringing his bionic arm up and easily pulling the mask off.

Summer didn't know what she was expecting, all that she was missing was a nose and a mouth but when he took it off, she felt immensely stupid for not wanting to see it before. What she was missing was his jaw that was chiseled just as she had presumed but there was a stubble covering it, what she was missing were his lips that were curved at the tips. Though currently his expression was moody so his features were slightly scrunched up together, what Summer was missing was his cute, and extremely familiar, face.

Her whole body was overthrown by emotions, her body became uncontrollable and she found herself jumping towards him, her hands going to the side of his face and her lips connecting with his. Electricity shot through her body and she suddenly realized exactly what she was doing – did he even know who she was? She pulled apart and looked up into those blue eyes. How could she not recognize him? Those blue eyes were once the most important things in her life!

He looked down at her small body, his arms tentatively began to wrap around her waist and once his grip was locked around her body he abruptly twisted there bodies around so now she was pressed up against the railing which she had been holding on to mere seconds ago. He pecked her lips again, lightly, feeling confused as well as enlightened by this feeling that surrounded him, it wasn't lust (though it was certainly there), it was like her lips against his was right.

It was gentle at first, though it was still captivating for the both of them. Summer's arms wrapped around his neck and she brought him closer to her body, she felt like she had been starved for 70 years and Bucky was her food, he was her delight. There lips pressed together time after time, transporting them to a whole other world. They were both breathing raggedly as their tongues danced with each other and brought a fiery heat to their wintry lives. Desire was being ignited with the both of them and made them lost in a sea of lust and love. It is a spicy, powerful, combination that sends waves crashing over them; the rest of the world had become engulfed in their lustful burning flames as their kisses grew more urgent.

As their lips pull apart, she whispers the words so softly both of them barely heard it. The word was like a gentle breeze that fluttered over the flames, extinguishing the desperate heat. Their breathing came out in short gasps. The intensity had washed away. The rest of the world was slowly coming back into focus. "Bucky?" She muttered.

His dazed facial expression began to scrunch up into confusion, "what?" He muttered.

That's when Summer finally snapped back to attention, he still didn't remember who she was. Obviously she'd gotten ahead of herself and thought that she was in some sort of romantic movie and thought that maybe if she kissed him it would kick-start a chain of memories. She couldn't deny how heart broken she was, she was finally reunited with the love of her life and he didn't even know who she was.

"Summer!" The two whipped there heads to look down the hallway where they saw a star-spangled man. Steve Rogers hadn't seemed the previous make out scene but he was now witnessing the two wrapped together.

She stepped away from Bucky, already missing his touch the second his hands dropped from her waist. "Go," he said, "my mission was to kill Captain America and Black Widow, not you, so go. You'll have a much better chance of living without me around."

"Summer!" Steve called again. She let out a noise of frustration while looking between Bucky and Captain, Bucky was sending her a look of urgency and she decided what was best for the both of them at that point – she ran up to Steve. "I'm so glad you're okay," he sighed while hugging her, the hug only lasted a couple of seconds before he pushed her away by the arms, "Nat is waiting in the helicopter on the roof, go now and I'll be up there in a few minutes."

"No, Steve, wai-"

"Hurry up Summer," Steve interrupted, not letting her reveal to him that Wendy was actually James Barnes. She huffed and began to run down the way which the Captain had come, she found the nearest stair case and climbed up to the roof where she found a helicopter.

Natasha left the helicopter, she was clad in a casual set of jeans and t-shirt, it was quite odd not seeing her in the cat suit as Summer only ever met with Natasha when they were on the job. "Summer," she cheered happily, "are you okay? Where's Steve?"

"He stayed back to stop the Winter Soldier from coming after us I guess," Summer explained glumly, she stepped up into the helicopter. "You probably want to get the helicopter ready, he'll be back soon." She said, trying to boost the happiness in her voice so she wouldn't ask questions.

She sat down in one of the seats and placed the headphones on top of her head, she sat with her arms crossed in front of her body. "Okay," Natasha fled back to the front of the helicopter and began to start up the engine.

A single tear rolled down Summer's face but she quickly wiped it away, it was too late though, her mind was suddenly flooded with dark thoughts. She was mostly angry, angry that her and Bucky's time together had been cut short; angry that she never realised who Wendy was at first; angry that she chose Steve over Bucky; angry that she was angry. The second emotion that seemed to churn her stomach was sadness, why did all this have to happen to her?

Pent up emotions from 90 years of living suddenly came out in the form of tears and sobs.

"What the hell happened while I was gone?!" Steve asked Natasha, both were apprehensive about going near Summer as this was a new sight entirely. The usually calm and bubbly Summer Scotts was balled up in her seat letting out loud gasps and would sometimes even scream out in frustration.

Steve threw caution to the wind and quickly wrapped Summer in his arms, but she was too far gone. She had no idea what was happening any more, she felt as though she was dying, as though the world was collapsing around her. When she felt the arms wrap around her she began to scream loudly and used her fists to punch Steve's body repeatedly.

"Steve! What do we do?" Natasha asked, scared at what she saw in front of her. There was a reason her and Summer were such good friends, neither of them were really good when it came to being emotionally vulnerable, It's one of the things that brought them together.

"Just set off, it'll be okay. She's been like this before," He explained, still trying to wake her up from this sort of episode. "The last time she was like this was when Bucky had died."