A/N: I don't know what it is about today but I just don't feel right... Like I'm sad but I don't know why. I'm also extremely nervous about this chapter as it's the first AU chapter I've done for this story and I'd hate myself if I ended up being just one big disappointment... idk...

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

"But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one's life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they've left permanent wrinkles in the fabric of your soul."

― Julie Gregory

Screams, that's all she heard coming from the room next to hers. She was dazed and confused at first, she felt sleepy, though as soon as she realised whom the screams belonged to, she jumped up to get off the bed but she ended up to rolling onto the floor. She quickly rushed her way through the hallway and into Wendy's room where she found him wriggling around in the sheets with a disgruntled expression.

"Wendy!" She yelled, Summer moved onto the bed and she began to shake his body. "Wendy, Wendy! Wake up! It's a nightmare, whatever you're dreaming isn't real!" She screamed. Her hands continued to rock his body and sometimes she would stop to smack him on the arm.

He let out a deep scream, his upper body flew upward and he used his bionic arm to push her away. She flew back and crashed into the wall, her back cracking loudly at the impact; as soon as Wendy had realised exactly who he pushed he swiftly went to kneel beside her. "Are you okay?" He asked, worry evident in his tone. "I-I'm so sorry."

Summer's face - which had healed back to normal after yesterdays hectic events - was scrunched up, through the pain in her back was thankfully beginning to fade. She stretched out her back and allowed it to crack, "it's okay." She mumbled.

"No," he sighed, lowering his head in shame and quickly shaking it, "it's not okay Summer. What if I do this again? I can't keep hurting you." He growled, tugging on his long hair in aggravation. He was currently only wearing sweat pants as it was too warm to sleep fully clothed. He stood up once he was assured that she was okay and went to the closet where he grabbed a t-shirt.

The only clothes that were large enough to fit him in the building were Steve's clothes that he'd accidentally left over the last time him and Summer had come here to catch a break. Summer had told him that they'd go shopping for clothes soon, that way they'd be able to finally go outside without him getting weird looks considering his usual choice of clothing was a bullet proof jacket.

"Maybe I should just leave." He sighed, finishing off pulling on the shirt over his sweaty torso.

"No!" She quickly scolded, finally pushing her body off the floor. "No you shouldn't just leave, I promised you I was going to get you your memory and you agreed." She pointed her finger towards him and made sure to get his attention on to her, he seemed to have this problem with keeping his attention on one thing and she could tell why. He was trying so hard with his mind, searching every crook and cranny of his brain in hope he'd find the doorway to his past, so much so that his attention span was suffering for it.

"But-"

"Nope," she interrupted again, popping the 'p' sound while moving closer to him and reaching up to push the hair out of his face. His eyes flickered down to her face and he concentrated on all the features that were beautiful to him, she'd managed to gain some colour now that she was eating properly again - just last night he had seen her proudly scoff her face full of doritos and skittles. Her hair was messy from being asleep but yet it framed her face perfectly, and the orange shade made the marvellous deep pink shade of her lips even more potent. "Listen to me when I say this, okay?"

He nodded his head, his lips were set in a natural pout state and his blue eyes were enough to keep Summer hypnotised.

"I can take the punches, Wendy, I heal quickly so a punch doesn't matter to me." She said calmly, a optimistic look burning in her green eyes. "But what I can't handle is you pushing me away, we're a team okay?"

He wanted to argue, to tell her that he might never get his memory back and that she could just be signing herself up for a life of pain and misery. He couldn't have that weighing on his shoulders,s he hated the idea that he was causing her any sort of pain. But the look in her eyes, the confidence that burned in her soul was strong enough to carry both herself and him through these hard times. "Okay." He agreed, lifting his lip up for only a second before it dropped.

"Okay, well then let's get some sleep." She muttered happily and dropped her hand from his face.

She turned around to go walk back into her own bedroom when she felt Wendy catch her wrist just before she goes away. "Wait," he muttered lowly, "please don't leave." He asked, a slight panic appearing in his voice. She turned around and looked at how amazingly puppy-like his expression had become, amazed at how he manage to look so innocent even with all that blood on his hands.

She slowly nodded her head, "okay." She whispered back to him, she tugged her wrist free for only a second before she grabbed his hand and began to guide him towards the bed. She laid down on the bed first and then allowed Wendy to shuffle close against her body, because it was a singular bed they had to squeeze tight together anyway. He lay on her stomach while she gently raked her fingers through his hear, the both of them easily fading into a sweet dream.

This time Wendy's mind was not burdened by the horrors of his past, by the fall or the scientists, it was filled with images of Summer - she was laughing happily and running away from him, he could hear himself laugh as he chased after her. The moment was bitter-sweet as he soon woke up to find himself questioning when all that happened, if it even happened.

Summer's hand wasn't moving through his hair any more but it sat gently at the top of his neck, her stomach was rising and falling at a steady rate and his arm was wrapped around her hip. "Morning." She muttered hoarsely. When he looked up she only had one eye open; as he looked up towards her though the sun rays peeked through the window above them and blinded him slightly so he groaned loudly and began to nuzzle her stomach.

He rested his chin on the smooth skin of her stomach and faced her, "what time is it?"

Summer blinked both her eyes open and closed, trying to adjust to the sunlight that was shining through the window and into the room. She pushed her body upwards and Wendy's head fell off her body and onto the mattress, he turned his body and stretched out both arms - he kept forgetting that one of his arms wasn't actually real. She turned to the side and looked down at the alarm clock which Steve had put there so he could wake up early to go on a jog with her, though he still had yet to realise she'd set it back two hours so that she got a lie in; then after two weeks of him annoyingly pulling her out of bed she simply turned it off. "Oh god,"

"What?" He asked, though he didn't really have any urgency in his body, he was too sleepy to care.

The clock read that it was 1 O'clock so she added the two hours into it, "It's 3 in the afternoon dude."

"Does that mean we have to get up?" He groaned, shuffling back up to her body and rubbing himself childishly against her, wrapping an arm around her waist and rested his head against her body. He was such a puppy.

She chuckled, "If you want to go buy clothes then yes," she gently pushed his hand of her waist and rolled off the bed into a standing position, "but don't worry, I can make us something to eat before we go."

"Didn't we eat last night?" He said shamelessly, vaguely mocking her.

She understood he was mocking her though, after all, last night she had managed to finish eating all that was left in her cupboards which hadn't gone off. "Shush." She scolded jokingly, beginning to stalk her way out of the room. Wendy heard her feet tapping against the stairs as she made her way to the bottom floor where the kitchen was.

He followed after her, trekking down to the kitchen and finding her rummaging around the cupboards and bringing out bread, peanut butter and jelly. "Yum," she muttered, giving Wendy an extremely cheesy smile as she began to make the sandwiches for them both.

Wendy smiled at the way she bounced around the kitchen like a child, managing to find joy from a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She was truly something new. He wondered if Bucky had thought the same, in fact, he wondered exactly what Bucky was like with Summer. "So, can I ask you a question?"

She looked up from the peanut butter jar that she was scooping out of using a knife, "sure," she shrugged.

He pushed himself up onto one of the counters in the kitchen and began to swing his legs merrily, "what was ours- I mean, what was yours and Bucky's relationship like?"

A small smile appeared on her lips and she let out an obnoxious chuckle."Ha, well, it certainly was probably the most scandalous and sinful sort of relationship at that time," she explained with a shake of her head, the memories coming back easily in her head.

"What do you mean?" Wendy obviously didn't get these sort of memories and raised a curious eyebrow at her, hoping she'd explain further so he could get an idea of what exactly she'd meant.

Summer licked the peanut butter knife clean, offering him some of the remaining peanut butter to which he raised his hand and shook his head. She finished it off and grabbed another knife so she could start spreading the jelly on the bread. "The first 3 months was just constant sex, it wasn't even a relationship at the time. We were just friends with benefits."

This confused Wendy, "But I thought you ended up getting engaged?"

"Yeah, well, you were certainly relentless." She chimed, sending Wendy a wink. She finished spreading the jam and once again licked the remains off the knife, "Maybe that's why you actually managed to get me to agree to marry you. I'm not good with emotions, but you didn't give up on me, you accepted me for that and you made me finally love myself. And you know what they say, you can't love anyone until you love yourself."

"So you're saying you love me?" He questioned cheekily. She paused from grabbing the other pieces of bread to complete the sandwiches to send him a slight glare.

"I only love two types of people, the ones that give me food and the ones that don't play their music out loud." Summer listed, she finally completed the sandwiches and used one of the knives to cut them into triangle pieces. She handed four slices over to Wendy and took four for her own.

"Did Bucky ever buy you food?" He asked with a mouth full of food.

"Oh," Summer cackled, taking another mouthful and finishing it off before she began to speak again, "you once got this job - didn't pay much but it helped to us keeping the apartment - and every time you came home you'd make sure to stop at this sweet shop and buy me a chocolate bar that I'd become addicted too… yeah I'm pretty sure that's the only reason I ever loved you."

"Oh you're so nice, I can see why I loved you." He rolled his eyes and finished off his sandwiches, "So, another question…"

"Oh gosh, not another."

"That information HYDRA was desperate to get off you… what was it?"

She finished off the last of her sandwich, "Not telling. If you want to find out then get your memory back, Bucky knows. He was there when I- Never mind." She cut herself short, realising that she may be releasing too much information.

"Fine." He said shortly, though his voice didn't make him seem annoyed by her shortcomings and so she felt a little relieved.

He stood up as she did, she walked towards the couch in the middle of the front room and grabbed a hold of her bag and coat. "Come on then Wendy, let's shop till we drop."