A/N: FLASSITY FLISS YOU'LL WANT TO READ THIS! Okay, so, major smut warning here - I went all out for you guys cause I realised how much you wanted smut and I didn't want to give you a smut that was only half of my effort. I wrote this while watching Gossip Girl as well so I got to stare at Sebastian Stan's face while writing it.
This chapter is dedicated to Jezebel DeTrazie because SHE IS THE FIRST PERSON TO FINALLY FIGURE OUT ONE OF MY CLUES. I don't tell people I put foreshadowing in my stories because I like when they figure them out on their own without me telling them to look for it, but yeah, this braniac managed to spot one of them. I did pick Summer Scotts name because of Scott Summers, that's because part of my story has somethign to do with mutation (see the connection?). So yeah, everyone give this person a well deserved applause for finding the first (of many) clues to what's going to happen in the future of this story.
Thanks as well to IkhandoZatman, musangel88, BloodRosesAreMyFavourite, Kima Wolfwood, BlondeConspiracy, StarIights, elektrablacklyl, BiancaTSparrow101 and VileVillian. Your comments made me smile and pushed me to complete this chapter, so you all deserve an applause too.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
― Dr. Seuss
The lake house was extremely secluded from the world, it was placed in the middle of a woodland area, tree's towered high and hid the cabin from most eyes. If anyone ventured into the woods it would take them at least two hours to find the lake let alone Summer's cabin. The lake was only a few centimetres from the cabin and Summer had forced Steve to help her build a deck attached to the building so she could look out or maybe even fish.
Wendy was currently stood on the deck leaning against the railing, watching as the sun rose. The sounds of the forest were much more relaxing than the usual silence of his bedroom, he hated sleeping alone but he didn't have the courage to ask Summer if he could bunk with her. He wasn't sure what their relationship was exactly but he wasn't emotionally ready to venture into something serious, and he thinks that Summer knew that.
"Couldn't sleep again?" A gentle female voice called from the doorway, Wendy swiftly turned around obviously tense from her surprising arrival.
Once he saw it was her his body visibly relaxed, "I keep having nightmares," he grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. He was trying to hide how scared he was of the dreams, but she understood why he would be scared- from what she had heard, his dreams were basically him reliving his almost-death and then getting mutilated by a mad scientist, who wouldn't be scared?
"I can fix that, make you some pills." She said while walking closer towards him.
He raised an eyebrow towards her, "what? Don't tell me you have some sort of evil laboratory in the basement."
"It's not evil, and don't judge my skills of making medicine. About 10 years ago I got ill from headache tablets so I learnt how to make different tablets. I'm pretty much the best medicine maker out there, I could be a doctor if I wanted," she explained proudly.
The side of his mouth raised as he let out a little laugh, "I think I'll be okay."
The silence settled in again, and by silence I mean that the wind cased the rustle of the leaves to echo and the noise of the crickets and frogs chimed lowly in the background. The both of them were still tense, they were still haunted by everything that had happened - Summer had been held hostage and beaten pretty much every day, whereas Wendy simply felt lost without any memories to be his backbone, he felt frail and useless.
As Wendy's mind ventured further into the darkness his expression unintentionally soured and Summer was quick to notice this, "what's up?"
"The sky." He grunted, to which he received an eye roll from the auburn haired girl next to him.
"Ha ha," she muttered with an emotionless tone. She put her hand on his naked arm and rubbed it gently, "I'm being serious, what's wrong?"
He let out a sigh, realising he had no choice but to answer, if he didn't then she'd keep pushing him until he did. "I still don't know who this Bucky guy is, if I'm anything at all like him… I know he's in my head somewhere, but it's just annoying me that I can't find him and discover more about who he is, about who I was."
She nodded her head and turned to look at the sky, the orange-purple shade was beginning to fade into the usual blue colour, she was trying to rack her brain for ideas to help him. She'd hoped the seclusion would help get him his memory back; Summer knew that he needed time, the flashbacks he was having showed her that the memories were there and they were going to come back in time, his head had been wiped so many times that it was going to take quite some time - he was being inpatient, and panicking was not helping his mind heal, it was making his mind suffer some more.
She suddenly had a light bulb moment and jumped back into a straight standing position, "grab a jacket and a hoodie, we're going to go undercover somewhere."
"W-wha-"
"Just do as I say," she yelped, already halfway inside the cabin.
"Would you like to order?" A waiter walked up to the table which was currently occupied by Summer Elizabeth Darcy Scotts and James Buchanan Barnes.
Summer shook her head, she hadn't eaten all day and was looking forward to having a meal but as soon as she realised that she was eating at one of the poshest restaurants in town she knew that she wouldn't be able to afford a glass of water, let alone a meal - she was only here to make sure that Steve's date went well.
"Yes, we'd like to order," Bucky spoke up, leaning forward in his seat. "And don't worry, I'm paying," he said towards Summer.
"Really? Well in that case…" Summer smiled widely and leaned across the table to grab the menu, her eyes scanned the pages but at first she wasn't looking at the meals but mostly at the price. "I'll have braised lamb shanks with roasted vegetable, please and thank you."
Bucky's eyes bulged as he recognised that it was one of the most expensive foods on the menu, and he knew that Summer had certainly taken this into consideration when she was choosing foods. "Uh… I'll just have some water," he told the waiter.
"Wine, I'd really like some wine." Summer piped up before the waiter left.
He sighed, glad that he'd saved up most of his wages for this meal. "...and wine." Spending all this money just meant that he wouldn't be able to buy a little less than his usual food products for the week and he'd have to sweet talk his landlord so he could pay her the rest of his apartment next time he gets paid. "You have an expensive taste in food," he noted.
She laughed, "no, I'm a vegetarian. I just wanted to buy the most expensive thing on the menu," she explained with a small smirk on her lips.
He nodded his head and pursed his small lip together, then he regained his composure and smiled , "wait, you actually care about animals? You have emotions?!"
Summer didn't actually think he'd be able to snap back at her so she did grow a little admiration for him. But he was seriously underestimated her if he thought that he could win against her in this sort of challenge."Wrong again, I'm a scientist, I cut up animals for a living. I just don't like the taste of most meats."
"Fine, right, sorry," he sarcastically apologised.
Summer looked around the room, aroma's swirled around the air. She inhaled the millions of scents, loving the sweet smell of rice and honey chicken that was on a platter passing her at that moment in time. Romantic couples were everywhere, staring into each others eyes with sweet expressions that were drunk with love. One pair of people were missing though."So, where exactly are Steve and- what was the girls name again?"
"Patrice," He answered, "and they're going to be here later,"
"When exactly is later?" He shrugs in reply to her question.
She was about to investigate further when the waiter came back, he placed down her plate of lamb shanks and roasted vegetables, to which she quickly grabbed her fork and collected carrots on the end of her fork, quickly putting it in her mouth and relishing in eating the food. Meanwhile, the waiter had begun to pour the wine into their glasses. "Here's is your meal, and I hope you have a nice date."
Her head whipped up to the waiter as he said those words and the waiter smiled down at her before turning away and walked off. Then it all seemed to make sense, it all snapped in place in her head and she looked towards Wendy with a both shocked and impressed facial expression, "...you liar," she gasped out.
"What?" He repressed the smile that wanted to escape, he certainly felt proud for tricking her and couldn't wait to see how she'd handle it. Her personality had intrigued him from day one and he wanted to explore every inch of it.
"This is totally a date! You tricked me to go on a date with you!" Summer accused wildly, pointing her finger towards him before jumping out of her seat in a flare of anger.
He pointed towards the meal in front of him."And you got really expensive lamp out of it."
"You swore on your parents life that this wasn't a date!" She interrupted, quickly ignoring his previous comment .
He shrugged and cocked his head to the side, staring at her with an expression that clearly said he felt no guilt. "My parents are dead."
She finally saw it, the need he had to get to know her. She thought she'd finally cracked just exactly what this man wanted from her, why else could he be putting so much effort into spending time with her? "Right… well there's only one way I can see to me being able to get rid of you."
She grabbed his hand and swiftly guided him out of the building, both were surprised that no one had complained about the fact they'd left without paying for their meals. "Where are we going?"
"Just come on." She replied vaguely.
He raised a curious eyebrow, extremely suspicious "You're not going to kill me are you?"
"Just come on." She repeated, not turning back to even look at him, she just dragged him off.
"Do I need to be worried?" To his third question, Summer turned around angrily and glared at him, not repeating herself and so Bucky said it for her,"Just come on?"
"Very good." She spoke as though she was praising a child. She turned back and walked a few more blocks with her hand still in his. He'd learnt not to talk by then, but he almost asked more questions when they began to climb up an apartment building. By the time they got to the second floor he was bursting with questions, she pulled out a key and locked the door
"Is this your ro-" He asked as he was being dragged into it. What he didn't expect was to be interrupted by a kiss on the lips. Once they parted silence reigned for a sublime moment, each of them wrapped up in their own thoughts. His arm loosely draped around her waist and her face was only a few centimetres away from his. She could smell the scent of the tangy aftershave which he usually wore and it ignited her senses, inciting her libido to kick in.
He lowered his face to hers and smiling faintly in the half light, he kissed her gently. At first it was a sweet kiss, a gentle exploration of her soft lips, his tongue probing the softness of her mouth. But it soon deepened, and Summer could feel her entire body responding to his touch, the fire creeping slowly through her veins like a narcotic, warming her from within and making her heart race faster.
She slid her arms around his neck and she tried to pull him closer, seeking more than a kiss; her aching flesh needing his intimate touch. Her breasts felt tender and her burgeoning nipples pressed through the thin bodice of her cotton dress.
Bucky groaned faintly as she pressed herself into him, their mouths welded together in a heated duel.
"We need to stop now or I won't be responsible for my actions…" he muttered, breaking away from her slightly. In reply, Summer just meshed her lips against his again, trying to send through her lips just how much she was lusting for him at that point of time.
Gently, he slipped the thin straps of her dress off her pale shoulders and it fell down to her waist, revealing the lacy black bra that she'd been wearing underneath. Slowly, teasingly, he cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the taut nipples, a trace of a glittering smile apparent as she groaned in response. Moonlight bathed them in a silvery glow as he released her bra and it fell unheeded to the messy floor of her apartment.
"So beautiful," he said reverently. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked tenderly, kneading Summer's sensitive flesh, making her writhe against him with desperate desire. She could feel his hardness against her belly, throbbing with a reminder of where this was leading, but she didn't care and neither did he - they wanted each other equally as badly as the other. "Last chance to say no," Chris rasped, his hand sliding up her slender thigh.
There was no way on earth she could have said 'stop' then, it would have killed her. She took his hand and pushed it between her legs in a wordless reply. He pulled her sodden panties aside and moaned to find her so wet and open for him, her juices spilling over his fingers and down her trembling legs.
His fingers brushed over her clit and she pushed against his hand, clutching onto him tightly as the pleasure ramped higher. First one, then two fingers, thrust into her wet sex, fucking her slowly as he bent to take a nipple in his mouth, biting gently as punishment when she dug her nails into his neck.
Summer cried out in release as she came, the spasms of pleasure flooding over her in shuddering waves. Bucky held her tightly, until eventually she came down from the dazzling high. She kissed him in a stunned gratitude for the best orgasm she'd ever had. He pulled her close and it reminded her that he still hadn't cum when she felt his hard erection pressing into her.
Teasingly, she reached down and rubbed him through his pants, he groaned at the subtle stimulation. "Bitch." he scolded with a smile to show he didn't really mean it.
She laughed lightly, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock from the confines of his boxers. Licking the sticky pre-cum from the swollen head, she wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking him as far into her throat as she could manage without gagging.
After a few delicious moments, he pulled Summer roughly to her feet and moved backwards carefully, so that he was sat down on the bed behind them. They both stripped off the remaining pieces of clothing, marvelling at each other's beautiful bodies. She sat astride him, kissing him hard as he entered her, pushing upwards into her tight channel. It had been a while for her and she gasped at the feel of his thick cock stretching and filling her up.
The apartment air was cool but their skin gleamed with a light lustre of sweat. She half closed her eyes and threw her head back, revealing the feel of Bucky fucking her, Summer's hands held his neck and her breasts were swaying provocatively in his face.
Hard and fast, they made love, the sound of their bodies rubbing together barely audible over the sounds of cars outside. She bit his lip as she once again came, tasting coppery blood when her orgasm hit her hard. He lasted a few moments longer, thrusting hard into her pulsating cunt until he came too, groaning as he filled her up with bursts of hot semen.
The moon disappeared behind a cloud while they sat locked together, their skin slick with sweat and their bodies sated at last. The juices of their coupling trickled out from between her thighs in pearly trails of milk and she shivered slightly as the brisk air from outside seeped into her apartment and stroke her naked body, turning the cooling skin slightly chilly.
"Wow." he exhaled, resting against the comforting sheets of Summer's bed.
She had had enough of the cold brisk air and so she stood up, her naked body looking goddess like to James. She began to redress and emotionally she called out to him while her back was still turned, "So you got what you wanted, now you can go."
"Wait, what?" He sat up in the bed, the sheets covering his privates but not his sweaty naked torso, a part of his body which Summer was trying really hard not to stare at.
It seemed crazy to Bucky how the girl that had turned around after redressing and looked at him with empty eyes, was the same girl whom only a second ago was enthralled in a lust-filled adventure with him. "Obviously you just wanted sex, isn't that what most men want?" She said emotionlessly, blinking in confusion at him, as though he should have known that fact as well as she did.
"Well yes," he shrugged, though quickly realised he was digging himself a deeper hole. "But that's not what I wanted from you, I genuinely like you why can't you see that?" She left the room while he was asking that question and so he jumped from the bed and began to put on his clothes.
"Because it's not real, this whole ideal you have of love isn't real, it's simply lust that you're all romanticising. You just wanted sex with me." She explained loudly from the kitchen where she was bringing out a spoon and a jar of peanut butter.
He actually found himself feeling offended by her judgement, and as he watched her in the kitchen begin to eat the peanut butter straight from the jar he realised two things; one was that she managed to look beautiful no matter what she was doing and the other was that she was empty and had no emotion at all, maybe he'd been wrong when he assumed that her emotions were just hidden to strangers. And he'd let himself be used by her, he shook his head and laughed mockingly at himself before beginning to walk towards the door. He opened it and was about to step out when a thought came to his head, "you know what,, you act like you're so heartless- like you care about nothing and no one and that you're so much better than everyone because you're so much smarter. But as far as I see you're just a humongous, blind, idiot."
"I suppose that was meant to hurt my feelings." She deduced, putting another spoonful of peanut butter in her mouth.
He put on an extremely cheeky smile and sent her a wink, trying to show that what she'd done hadn't harmed his exterior at all. "But you're too stupid for feelings." He quipped while leaving the room.
"Welcome to the Captain America museum," she smiled towards Wendy who was currently hidden underneath a hoodie and jacket – he did indeed look very suspicious. There was good reason as to why he was hidden, she didn't have to hide considering her face wasn't featured anywhere in this museum, only her name. Wendy, however had a whole piece dedicated to him and his face was printed on the wall.
Wendy walked off towards his part of the museum, for a second he watched a video of him with Steve Rogers. They were laughing together over something, something which he wished he could remember.
Summer carried on walking around just looking at all the pictures of old friends, she had kept putting off coming to the museum because she was worried how she'd react to all these reminders of the past she'd lost.
Eventually she caught up to Wendy and he was staring at a biography on Bucky, "that's my face." He muttered, "...and that's your name, and you're listed as my wife?"
"Uh, yeah, Steve was pretty adamant over that fact. I told him that we shouldn't be putting a lie down but he said that it was technically the truth..." She explained, unsure on how he'd take it. He simply stared off with a brooding look, trying to soak up as much information as he could.