A/N: Well this chapter was simply an arse to upload, I don't know what's up with this website right now but it's made me have to rack my brains for a way to upload this - I didn't want to fail you guys or my amazing record for uploading a chapter every day. I went on a road trip today so most of this was written in a book. Also, at the bottom of this page there's a bit that explains part of this story, I don't want to put it here cause it will include a BIG spoiler.

This is also the last chapter that will have to do with Winter Soldier, meaning the next chapters are AU but I have included some clues in previous chapters about what adventures Summer is going to go on throughout the tale while also helping Wendy get his memories back.

Again, I'm going to remind y'all that if you really want to see anything in this story then tell me now!

Thanks to Kima Wolfwood, VileVillian, Guest, musangel88, elektrablacklyl, IkhandoZatman, Blondeconspiracy, StarIights, BiancaTSparrow101, Excitement16, Lilaofthevalley and minstorai, all your comments were simply wonderful to read and I see a lot of you are really excited for the smut so yeah, you have that to look forward too then.

CHAPTER TEN

"It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine."
― Jonathan Safran Foer

Summer tapped her fingers against the door, she was tapping around the lock. When she heard the sound become slightly more echoed, her look of concentration changed to one of glee. "Yey," she ejaculated merrily. She stood back up and slammed her foot at the same place she had just been tapping, she had to do this three more times before the door eventually swung open.

"The next time I see that bastard he's going to pay for underestimating me," she hissed darkly while she stormed through the hallways.

There were dead bodies, Summer noticed that first, then there was an emptiness to each hallway. She soon figured out that Wendy had been trying to save her from whatever shoot out went down in these hallways.

But Summer didn't think she needed protection, she'd lived almost over 90 years and she'd learnt plenty of fighting styles through that time. She was also one – if not, was – the smartest person on the planet; if anything, people needed protection from her.

Still feeling quite furious, she stormed into one of the many rooms. This one had windows all across the wall and she easily saw that all the helicarriers were already up in the air, "shit," she cursed.

"Watch your language," A spiky black-haired male chuckled as he entered the room, gun at the ready.

Summer turned around to look at the man her shoulders slumped, "no, not you Brock, really?" She wasn't upset about it, she didn't really know Brock that well, all the times she'd met him had been whenever Steve had a mission that acquired his and her help. She thought he was a bit pretentious, kind of annoying sometimes, but she didn't think he'd be such a horrible person and betray his country.

He snorted, "don't give me that look, just cause your smarter then everyone else."

Summer sent him a small smile, "not everyone... just most of the population, and that includes you." She sassed, hand setting itself on her hip.

Brock, who had had enough of Miss Scotts 'know-it-all' personality, revealed a pair of handcuffs and raised his gun higher. "Just shut up and put your hands up, I'm sure Pierce would love to see his little run away prisoner."

She turned around and put both her hands her back, complying easily. She felt the cold metal of the gun press against her back, the handcuffs went around her wrists and just as Brock was about to lock the first one she swiftly turned around and grabbed the gun, she pushed it upward so it hit him in the chin and he took a few steps away from her.

"Such an amateur mistake," she laughed loudly at him. As he was recovering, the venomous fury - which he'd so far managed to hide behind a smile - was now revealing itself. His fists clenched and he raised his hand, Summer quickly ducked out of the way as he began to charge towards her.

As he passed her she kicked one of the office chairs so it rolled over and hit him in the back, while he stumbled backwards she rushed her way to the door and attempted to pull it open only to find that yet again she was trapped in a locked room.

At the sound of the first gun shot she jumped behind one of the tables. Brock just kept shooting through the wood though, she crawled on her hands and knees to each table. As silence settled she guessed he'd run out bullets.

She pressed her back against the table and tried to quieten her deep hectic breaths. Suddenly, a burning pain pulsed in her cheeks and she fell onto the ground; she looked up and saw Brock raise the gun in order to hit her in the face again. She shot her arms out and managed to surprise him enough with her movements to knock the gun out of his hands.

He laughed out loud and clenched his fist, "hail HYDRA, bitch." He quipped just a he threw down his fist against her cheek.

He did this five more times, using his other hand to keep her hands locked above her hand. Once he'd finished, he leant back on his knees and let out a deep breath.

Summer had blood pouring out of her mouth, she made a sort of gurgling sound while trying to say something. "What's that?" He teased, he leaned his face closer to her cheeks so that she could whisper whatever it was she was trying to say.

Summer spat the bloody flem into his face, "hail this." She spat before abruptly head butting him. Once he rolled off her body, holding his forehead in pain, she jumped away from him.

Her face was pulsating with pain and it overtook her entire body, all she could feel was pain writhing throughout her body and if it wasn't for the fact that she knew she'd heal soon she would probably start crying from the intense burning her bruised face was causing her. Her face was slowly beginning to swell, but she could easily still see. "Oh my God." Summer muttered as her eyes painfully widened at the sight of the helicarrier crash landing into the building. "Run!" She yelled loudly at Brock, already turning around and making a run or the window. Her best bet was to jump out of the window and hope to God she lands in one of the pools of water – if not, then either way she was going to die.

She heard the glass smash loudly as the helicarrier finally began to crash into the room they were in. She looked behind her to see if Brock was close, instead he had disappeared underneath the rubble. Her breath stuck in her throat as she realised the truth of the situation. Brock was dead, and she was next.

She put up both her arms to protect her face as she crashed through the window. Adrenaline swished around in the pit of her stomach as she began to fall from the building, her arms whipped around in the air. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for imminent death.

"If I ever die, what would you do?" Summer asked gently, continuing to stroke her fingers through Bucky's messy brown locks. They were both currently wrapped up in cotton sheets; she was laying on top of Bucky with her chest while her arms reached up and messed with his hair.

"What kind of question is that?" He asked with a scrunched up expression, "you're not planning on dying are you?"

Summer shook her head and gently kissed his chest, "no, I'm just curious."

He nodded his head in understanding, he had become quite use to his fiancé asking weird questions 'out of curiosity'. "Hmm..." he frowned in deep thought, "I'm not sure, I'd be upset... I might even cry." Summer let out a faux gasp which earned her quite a glare, "...just don't go dying any time soon, my life ends when yours does."

"Careful James, you're starting to sound like you genuinely care about me." Summer chuckled.

Bucky grew a small smile and ran his hands up from her bare waist up to his wrists where he stopped and began to rub his thumb across her smooth skin. "What would you do if I died?" He asked.

She shrugged in reply, "probably nothing, just get on with my life." She said with no humour in her voice.

Bucky grinned down at her, "you liar."

"Oh yeah?" She scoffed, sending him a look which basically read 'you're crazy'.

He suddenly pushed her off his chest and rolled over so he was now hovering above her body, "yeah." He began to nuzzle her neck, moving down to lay soft kisses onto her collarbone. "You'd probably spend months – no, years, trying to rack that brain of yours for a way to bring me back to life."

She laughed obnoxiously and grabbed the sides of his face with both her hands and brought his face only centimetres away from hers. "Shut up," she mumbled, crashing his lips against hers.

She was only centimetres away from impact, these were her last seconds of living and all that ran through her head was how disappointed she is with everything she's done in her life.

"Whoo!" Someone yelled out and suddenly there was a harsh tug in her arm and she was suddenly floating. She looked up, at first she was just staring at a silhouette thanks to the blinding sun in the background, "Sam Wilson, pleasure to meet you."

"S-Summer," she stuttered out her name, still trying to adjust her mind set after coming to terms with the fact she was going to die. "You're a friend of Steve's right?"

"Yeah, he ever talk about me?" Sam asked.

"Once or twice," Summer muttered, most of her attention fixated on the technology attached to his back. She looked back down and searched through the wreckage. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, not until she saw the glimmer of a moving bionic arm reflecting in the sunlight. "Umm... Sam, I don't suppose you do a taxi service?"

"Where do you want to go?" He asked, Summer pointed down to a muddy embankment which Wendy was aiming for. She'd already noticed the body in his hands and felt anticipation surge through her body as she'd already managed to guess who was in his arms.

By the time they'd landed on the ground, Wendy had begun to walk away, leaving a passed out Captain America. "Was that the Winter Soldier guy? We need to get him before he gets away!" Sam yelled loudly, already charging to go after him.

"No, no, no!" Summer quickly stopped him, rushing to step in front of him and placing her hand on his chest. "Look, it's a long story, but I nee to be the one that goes after him. You," she poked his chest, "need to make sure that Steve's okay and I need you to give him a message from me."

His facial expression soured slightly at his face but after seeing the state that Cap was in, he soon agreed. "What's the message?"

"Tell him I'm going to be off the radar for a bit, but when it's time I'll come back. Make him promise he won't come looking for me?" Sam nodded his head and she rushed off to go find Wendy. "Thank you!" She called to him.

It only took her a minute or two of running to catch up with him, when she called his name he turned around quickly with a wide-eyed expression. He ran up to her and quickly wrapped his arms around her body. "I-I thought y-you were dead!" He stuttered, pulling her so tight against his body she was worried their bodies might suddenly merge together.

"It's okay, I'm alive and you're alive. We're all alive!" She comforted, grabbing his face and pulling it so she could look at his face. He had a very deep frown on his face and she could see tears forming in his eyes. "Oh, Wendy." She sighed sadly, placing her forehead against his.

"I-I remember some things but... I don't know!" He grunted, obviously frustrated. He moved his head out of her grip, eyes flickering around his surroundings. He was so confused, he wasn't sure what was even real any more.

She grabbed his head once again and tried to put all his attention to her. "Hey," she called and his eyes snapped to hers, "I'm going to be here for you through t it all, I'm going to help you get your memory back. We'll go to the lake house, escape all of this together and work solely on getting you back your memory, okay?"

"Okay," he said, putting his hand in hers and allowing Summer to lead him away.

A/N: Okay so basically, I thought you'd all be wondering why Falcon saved her since in the movie he gets his wings ripped off by Bucky. So basically, I added the scene in the last chapter where Bucky and Summer make out in a closet is made to delay time and as such, makes Falcon escape the winter soldiers clutches. Just thought this was important in case any of you had questions. Bye!