A/N: I don't even know why this one took me so long to write, it's pretty much a filler chapter and I just... I think I'm running out of creativity here. I have the plot all ready, but I keep getting ideas sprouted in my head for new stories and I really don't want to let you guys down with this story. The love you guys make me feel is enough to keep me warm for days, so I really think I've let you down today because of how long it took me to post this chapter. I'm infinitely sorry.
Also, I've finally finished with the entire plan for this story and I'm just going to tell you that there's 30 chapters. And a sequel is a possibly, but it depends on the reaction this story gets when you read the ending (which is going to be bloody spectacular, you all should be excited, I know I am)
To Jezebel DeTrazie, the Elizabeth Darcy part of her name is meant to make people think of Pride and Prejudice because it kind of clues people into her background and what kind of character Summer's mother is (whom you'll meet in a couple of chapters)
To IkhandoZatman, *applause* your comment had to be the best oh my gosh, the story is totally dedicated to you!
To Blondeconspiracy, you have no idea how much I needed to read that comment today, I read it about five times just so I could push myself to finish this chapter and stop feeling so crappy, I hope you have a wonderful day and please know that you're an amazing person who - as strange as this is going to sound - love very dearly, you're comments are always something I look forward too and your bubbly character inspires me. Thank you x
Thank you as well to Kima Wolfwood, Jayjay329, vilevillian, BloodRosesAreMyFavourite, BiancaTSparrow101 and IdaRose89. You're comments were almost as awesome as you!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write."
― Saul Bellow
The drive back was silent, Summer was concentrating on the road while Wendy simply looked out of the window.
The sun had completed its tour for the day, and the sky was now replaced by a multiple stars which dotted the inky canopy. A low, waning gibbous moon hovered tenuously in the twilight firmament, bestowing a very dim light upon the mostly empty motorway which Wendy and Summer were driving across. As Summer drove over a small hill she spotted a superstore which blossomed bright lights on the dark road in front of them.
"I have an idea," Summer said, taking Wendy's attention off the vast emptiness in front of him. She turned around and swerved into the car park, narrowly missing a car and managing to cause Wendy a heart attack. "I'll just be a second," she reassured while undoing her seatbelt and jumping out of the vehicle.
Summer had lied obviously as it took her much longer then a second till she returned to the vehicle and in her hands was a carrier bag. "Okay so," she begun to explain, "when I saw the superstore I realised two things. One was that you don't know what skittles are and the second is that you don't know what monster is." She said while pulling out said items from the carrier bag. "And that, my friend, is a crime."
She opened the can and passed it over to him, practically forcing him to drink it. Tentatively, he took a sip from the can, he let the taste settle on his tongue before swallowing the concoction. Summer sent him a look excitement that basically showed she was waiting for him to go on and on about how amazing he thought the drink was. "It's okay,2 he shrugged, to which Summer's happy face dropped into an obviously disappointed expression.
"Okay?!" She hissed, unable to believe he had called something so precious to her 'okay'. "Monster is- it's like God's pee in a can, it's absolutely heavenly to your taste buds." She quipped and snatched the can can from his hands; she began to stroke the can and stare at it lovingly.
"You're not really selling it for me." He said, obviously uncomfortable with the amount of crazy she was showing.
"Suite yourself, killjoy." She gave a disheartened shrug and raised the can to her lips, taking three large gulps. She then reached down and grabbed the bag of skittles, she ripped off the top of the bag. "Okay so next is skittles, normally I don't give away the red skittles because they're my favourite but since it's you, I'm willing to do it just once." She teased, taking a red skittle out of the bag and raising it up to his mouth. Wendy complied easily and opened up his mouth so she could pop it into his mouth.
He looked up at the roof, taking a while to chew the candy before eventually swallowing it, a dramatic silence filled the air for a few moments until he spoke, "I like them?" He said, though it came out as more as a question as he learnt that his opinion had to be right for Summer or else he'd be bullied into having the same opinion as she did.
"You do?!" She cheered, clapping her hands together and a smile that filled Wendy's cold heart with warmth forming on her freckled face.
"Uh, yeah?" He gave her a small smile, still not managing to sound reassuring.
She took it as a good enough answer though,"Great! Right, well here, I bought two bags so you can have that one as long as you save me some of the red ones." She dumped the carrier bag onto his lap and sitting straight in the drivers seat. She set the car into drive and swerved back out of the parking lot and onto the motorway.
"Okay…" He said, though he wasn't really hungry at the time so he put the carrier bag on the floor. Lately he hasn't been feeling himself, he kept feeling like he was sort of squatting both physically and mentally, he didn't want to take advantage of Summer's kindness and so he'd mentally rejected eating anything more than the average daily amount of food. His attention was peaked when he saw a collection of brightly lit inventions."Hey, what's that?"
"What…?" It took Summer a few seconds as she was busy paying attention to the road, she looked to the side and saw what Wendy was talking about, "oh it's a fun fair." She answered and then saw his face of amazement as he stared at the whizzing and whirling rides from afar. "Do you want to go?"
For a split second Summer wished she could stand in his shoes, he was a virgin to everything. He had yet to taste mint choc-chip ice cream, he didn't know what 9/11 meant and he had no understanding of the word 'twerking'. He was so privileged, he was had the mind of a baby but the body of an adult so that meant he could explore and appreciate, something most adults weren't able to do.
"Yeah, if you're okay going?" He asked her.
In reply she eagerly nodded, "bitch please, I'm the one who puts 'fun' in these fairs." The both of them laughed at her words and she changed the path she was going through to get to the fair.
They eventually arrived at the fair after another five minute drive and Summer and Wendy quickly left to go explore the grounds together. It was safe to say that Wendy was amazed by his surroundings.
Music from the vast array of rides blended together to form a strange droning song that thumped loudly. Lively and fast, the bass vibrated through your body. Groups of excitably toddlers caked in dirt were being herded along by busy parents whilst their mothers held onto them with a vice-like grip, them chattering away loudly.
Dazzling, spinning, luminous; the lights spun around in a haze of spectrum colours, whilst girls let out high pitched screams at the top of their voices as they plunge downwards on the colossus roller coaster which had managed to quickly gain the Winter Soldier's attention.
"What the hell is that?" He said, amazed at the rush that looked to be happening on the ride.
"A roller coaster," she supplied, looking up to the ride with a very disgruntled look. Though she quickly wiped it off and turned back to Wendy with one of her signature sunshine smiles, "you can go on it if you want."
"Don't you want to go on it too?" Wendy offered, putting out his hand for her to hold.
In response, however, she took two steps back, waving her hands in front of her face. "No, no, no. Me and roller coasters don't go together, but you and roller coasters can so go have fun. I'll be over there trying to hook a duck or something." She pointed behind her, taking even more steps back to show she wasn't going to go anywhere near the contraption.
"Okay," he said apprehensively, looking back at the roller coaster, if you're sure?"
"Course I'm sure, now go and lose your roller coaster virginity." She joked, though he was already halfway to the roller coaster so she looked like she was talking to herself, and those people who'd not only heard her talking to herself, but also the words, thought that she was immensely crazy.
She turned around and was instantly hit by a heavenly waft of delicious scents, they were pouring out, covering the park attracting crowds from all over to the run down dinghy fast food stands made from rotting wood with faded red peeling paint reading 'Fast Food' which is occupied by a balding, unhygienic, middle aged man wearing a filthy tatty shirt and bedraggled tracksuit bottoms occupying a bored look on his face.
Next to it was a candy cart, her mouth watered sweetly at it though she soon noticed a blue mouthed child that was stood bawling out in distress while a grandparent picked out all her pockets in hope of finding money. Her face was old and tired, her eyes showed the strain of years of late nights - she never smiles. Summer quickly walked up and dropped change beside the old woman, knowing full well that she would probably be too filled with pride to accept charity. After a few more seconds she heard the cry of the child silence and she smiled, at least she'd done one good deed that day.
As the roller coaster exploded with noise, blurring out everywhere, the operator yawns and throws a lever. Outside his hut the ride accelerates, then, climax over, it slows and stops, the music still blurring out. The controller stumbles out of the box and lets the people get off the ride. Some go straight to the back of the queue, others teeter off, stumbling over their own feet, one man green in the face and stumbling for a bin… then the look of disgust on children's face surrounding him.
"Hey there," someone called out and she swiftly turned to look at the spiky haired male sat on a plank in only swim shorts. Surely he must have been chilly?
"Hello." She greeted back, locking her hands in front of her body and beginning to sway, waiting for Wendy to arrive.
"Not that you haven't made me wet already," he bantered, a smirk replacing the once kind smile on his face, he spread his arms out to make her focus her attention on the background behind him which was basically grass and the dunking tank which he was sat inside. "But, fancy dunking me?"
Summer's eyes squinted and she let out a slow and awkward chuckle, "that's actually really creepy," She replied back, stumbling back. She hadn't been hit on by another guy since the last time she was in the Pineberry with Bucky and without a knight in not-so-shining armour she felt slightly fearful of the stranger.
He just sent a wink, taking her awkwardness as the kind of shyness which girls were said to use as a sort of flirting technique. "Well what can I say, it may sound creepy but you know you're secretly turned on by it."
"No… pretty sure what I'm feeling is just caution and, oh, yes a little bit sick as well." She snappily said back to him, trying to make him realise that what he thought was a flirting technique was actually pure repulsion at his attempts.
Summer jumped slightly when she felt an arm slip around her waist and she turned to see Wendy with a dark look in his eyes, the blue iris's that surrounded his pupils were aimed towards the man seated on the plank. "I'll have a go, what is it I do?" He spoke.
Chills ran down Summer's spine, she'd never seen such a dark expression, not even Bucky had ever looked like that. "Wendy wha-"
She was interrupted by a man who was stood by the dunk tank, obviously the spiky-haired strangers partner. "You throw a ball at the target, if you hit it then he gets dunked."
"Well then," He looked down and then back up at the man, pressing a fake smile on his lips and put out his hand, "may I have a ball."
"No, wait When-" She watched is despair as he put the ball in his hidden bionic arm, she heard it churn as he begun to recoil his arm. He threw it at an impossible speed and as it hit the target, water splashed violently out of the bowl as the stranger dropped into it and then the plank fell off into the water and hit him on the head - Wendy had broken the target. "Well shit. I think we should just go"
He was confused when she started to scurry away with his hand held in hers. "He deserved it, I heard the things he said to you."
"You were exactly the same once," she joked lightly as they both stepped into the car.
After hearing what she said he turned to her with a disgusted and slightly worried look on his face; his stomach lurched at the thought that this Bucky character was awful, that all this time he'd been trying to become a villain. "What?"
"No, wait! That came out totally wrong, we were in the midst of the whole friends with benefits thing and we'd be really cruel to each other. Sorry." She rambled out an explanation, then she looked at him flexing out his bionic arm and a thought popped into her head. "Umm, so, that arm… it's strong."
"I guess." He muttered out, confused as to where she was going with this.
"Not that I don't think the whole metal arm thing is a ovary killer, but, I could replace it you know?" She tested, she cocked her head to the side so she could get an easier look at his face to see what kind of reaction he'd have. Currently he just had a vacant look on his face, that signature puppy dog pout naturally set on his lips as he stared off into the distance. "I'm pretty good with cybernetics, and I could make you an arm that looks much more like a real arm."
"No, I like this arm, it'll be a nice reminder of who I was if I ever get my memories back." He said vacantly, she sent him a lopsided smile and locked her hand in his metal one.
"When you get your memories back"