So, here you go with the next chapter. I probably have something important to tell you but I've completely forgotten it (I genuinely feel like I've forgotten something idk) so... yeah, I don't really know what to put here today. I'm glad you all liked the previous filler chapter and I was thinking of maybe doing a collection of one-shots, of course though I'd have to get you guys to request things because my brain is pooey. So if you want me to do the one-shot thing then send me a request? Okay, I think that might have been the important thing actually... *shrugs*
To Singer Of Water, I'm glad you're enjoying my fanfiction so much and about the whole 'Wendy' being an innocent puppy, I thought this was a good interpretation you know? Because from what I saw in the Winter Soldier, when he wasn't killing he just seemed lost and obviously now he's being shoved into this world by Summer, the only person he has left to trust, and idk he just reminded me of a puppy. Sorry, this was a really bad explanation on the character development! Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to you!
To IkhandoZatman, I know right! I've only read three other ones (this was around when the movie had just come out so there wasn't many, hence why I decided to write my own instead of waiting around for a good one to come out) and was seriously confused as to why they put it in. That sounds like I'm undermining their story doesn't it? It's just I always perceived the Winter Soldier as the kind of man who'd want to hold onto his memories after them being taken away and his arm is one of the biggest memories he has right?
To Jezebel DeTrazie, you're going to see all that in about four chapters :)
Thank you to Kima Wolfwood, musangel88, Blondeconspiracy, BloodRosesAreMyFavourite, heroheroondaletotheresuce, FireballMaddie, jarjay329, vilevillian, Sco and ! You're comments were heart warming and I hope you all got the fabulous day which you deserved!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
― Robert Frost
Summer was stood wiping the kitchen table, she'd noticed quite a lot just how dirty the building was and she'd been ignoring it the past few days but after waking up on the right side of the bed this morning she used that spring in her step to supply her with the energy to clean.
"Whoa…" A vacant voice whispered from the bottom of the stairs, Summer jumped up and turned around only to find Wendy stood at the bottom of the stairs. His hand was gripping the railing tightly and he was staring at the floor with a shocked expression.
She scanned the floor, at first thinking that he might have seen something so shocking that it required his aghast facial expression and a verbal response. "What?" She asked cautiously, still unable to figure out what the 'whoa' was about.
His eyes shot up to hers and he was silent for a second, thought Summer was unaware how he was analysing her. He was appreciating the way the light seeped through the mossy windows and made her pastel orange freckles more visible against her pale skin, how her auburn hair seemed to turn a sort of red shade when the sun rays reflected on her locks. She was wearing a dirty white sun dress that had a wonderful floral design printed on it, the dress fit snug around her waist and then flowed outward to her knees, showing off her legs and arms which were also freckled.
He blinked, pulling himself from the trance her beauty had caught him in, after recovering he begun to explain, "it's just- I just remembered when I first asked you out. Well, sort of asked you out."
"What?!" She pounced away from the table and quickly gave him a tight hug, when she pulled apart she placed her hands gently on his cheeks - her eyes sparkling with delight as she looked into his. "Oh my gosh that's great! I knew your memories were going to start coming back eventually!"
"Or you're just pretending to know so you seem smart." He joked, raising his own hands to grasp hers. He began to gently stroke her smooth hands with his thumbs, he was also trying to repress the smile that was trying to make it's way on his face; it was hard for him to deny at that moment how happy how happy he was, and it was mainly thanks to the smile on her face. "So, a couple of miles from here there's a nice little restaurant, I was wondering - to celebrate - maybe you'd like to come with me."
"Like a date?" She giggled in response.
Wendy wasn't as giggling though, he was surprisingly nervous - another emotion he had never thought of feeling when he was cursed with working for HYDRA. "If you wish it to be…"
Summer had easily noticed the nervousness laced in his voice and she thought it was quite endearing, "Well then I'll go get my car keys and a jacket, meet you back here in three?" Once he'd given her a nod she jogged back up the staircase and into her bedroom, she searched through her bag and found the car keys and then she took the jacket off the mirror which had her purse in the pocket.
While she was by the mirror she stopped for a moment, a dark thought blooming in her head for a second. She turned to the side and saw the way her dress fitted against her waist, a frown forced it's way onto her lips as he hand pressed against the hard flesh of her belly.
Then a sparkle returned to her green eyes and her lips turned upwards at the corner as she remembered something. Like a high school girl who had just been complimented by her crush, she looked down for a second with a blush staining her cheeks before remembering Wendy's existence and beginning to walk down the stairs.
Summer starred in the mirror, twisting around in the blue dress while examining her body in the mirror. Pressing a hand on her stomach and feeling around it, trying to find any squishy parts. Bucky appeared in the doorway, finishing the tie that he was wrapping around his neck. He watched her spinning around, at first thinking that she was just being her usual weird self, but then he noticed the way she was feeling her stomach and the way she had that analytic look in her eye.
"Please tell me you don't think you're fat?" He chuckled walking in to the room and stopping her from spinning vicariously.
"I don't think I'm fat." She answered simply, enough reassurance in her voice to make him believe her. "I do think," she started, "however, that I'm too thin. I eat and I eat but there is no change, I'm unhealthy, I look sick, I'm not-"
"Shut up!" He quickly snapped, "I don't want to hear another word." He snaked his arms around her waist and patted his hands against her stomach. "You're not too skinny, you're you. You're weight has nothing to do with the amazing charm which you possess." He explained, feeling quite proud that he finally had an answer to something she didn't.
"Really?" She questioned, biting her lip nervously. Overthrown by the butterflies that attacked the inside of her stomach.
"Yes-" He stopped to kiss the left side of her neck, "-really." He finished, kissing the right side of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as his hands ventured down her stomach, before the abruptly made a move to turn around. His lips smacked to hers in a passionate lip-lock. "I think you're beautiful, and seen as I'm the only man who has the right to think anything about your body, my opinion should be the only one that matters."
"Are we going to this ball or what?" She asked, moving around him and trying to hide how much she appreciated what he had said. But he knew, he always knew and that's what made them perfect for each other.
"Oh please, you're totally into me." She chastised, taking a sip of her fanta. They had arrived to the restaurant which turned out to be a pretty greasy burger joint, not that Summer or Wendy minded.
"Oh please, I think it's quite the opposite. I can see it in your eyes that you're simply desperate for me." He easily teased, very aware of her leg which kept rubbing itself against his. He didn't think she realised just exactly how calming she was making him feel with her touch.
She looked around for the waiter, rising in her seat slightly. "Not as much as I'm desperate for these god damn pancakes," She sat back in her seat and Wendy courageously took her hand in his, playing along with her fingers.
"I still can't believe we're getting pancakes for dinner." He chuckled, staring at their hands which fit together perfectly.
Summer shrugged, "In England they have pancake day, why can't we?"
"That's actually a good point…" He thought for a minute, raising his eyebrows in a praising expression.
She put on a big smile, "I know right," she stared at him for a bit, taking her own turn to analyse his own body. He'd taken to wearing a jacket to cover his sleeve on top the casual set of t-shirt and jeans; his hair had grown a little longer and almost reached past his shoulders, he also had a growing stubble which meant she'd have to force him to shave soon and his blue eyes sparked something in her heart. She was making so many metaphors for the blue of his eyes in her head, His eyes were such a deep blue, you could practically drown in them. His eyes were as blue as a cloudless sky on a summers day. His eyes were so blue that the ocean was green with envy. The list went on in her head.
"What?" He asked, noticing the look of passion that burned in her eyes as he stared at her.
"It's just, I feel like I'm getting Bucky back and it's a really good feeling." And she did, as she looked at Wendy he didn't look as empty any more, and his memories returning had to be a factor for that.
These words stung him in the heart slightly, he obviously misunderstood what she meant "Am I not enough for you?" He tried to hide how serious he was with these words behind a feigned chuckle.
"What?" Summer snapped to attention, "No, that's not what I meant." She attempted to rebuttal, giving him her kindest look but it was too late and he'd pulled his warm hand away from her.
"No, it is- I get it though, I'm just the shell right? You want Bucky and I'm just the vacant vessel that doesn't matter." His words were stuttered and Summer could practically feel the underlying venom that was hidden in his voice.
"No! That's not-" Her voice had raised a few decibels but she shut up when the fat and dirty waiter made an appearance and dropped the pancakes in front of them, taking a very unhidden look at Summer's breasts before grunting and walking away. She went back to talking to Wendy, only this time talking at a much quieter volume. "That's not at all how I feel, you know that I like you."
"But you don't love me, you love Bucky." His voice was stony and his jaw tensed, his glare was aimed at the ground more than her which was something she was surprisingly thankful for, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle his icy glare.
"...Wendy." She sighed, at a lost for words even though her mind was whirring. Why couldn't he understand? It took Summer a long time before she was even able to think about the word 'love' being associated with Bucky, that's just how she works, she doesn't love easily. That didn't mean she didn't like Wendy in anyway.
Abruptly, he jumped up from his seat, "I think it's time we left, don't you?" He said without looking at her.
"Fine," by the time he'd agreed though he was already halfway to the car. She threw down a couple of notes onto the table and made a quick exit, covering her face in embarrassment as she could feel the stares of people who had already witnessed the previous encounter.
She arrived at the car and unlocked it, the both of them slipping into the car. Soon enough the vehicle ended up being a cage, which not only trapped them two but also the kind of tension which could be cut with a knife. "So you're just going to be silent, for how long?" Summer asked, interrupting the silence.
She got no response, and she still didn't receive a word from him the whole way through the drive. "Okay cool, so I'm thinking maybe I'm going to get my vagina pierced. Next I might go and take some really hardcore drugs. Then I'm going to have sex with about fifty prostitutes, both male and female…" She tried again as they entered the house, he just ran upstairs to his room like any moody toddler would. "still not talking? Wow. You're being such an arsehole right now." She yelled up the stairs just as he slammed the door.
She groaned loudly and walked back into the recently cleaned kitchen, feeling the need to boost her seriously decreasing energy with a good caffeine fix. She switched on the kettle and grabbed her favourite mug which was just a plain white mug with a moustache on it. She went to the fridge and opened the door only to find that the carton of milk was no longer there, at least he'd thrown it out instead of leaving the empty carton in the fridge - a very endearing pet peeve she's kept for the last 90 years.
"Well, I'm going to go get milk. Have fun being an immature little shit." She yelled upstairs, she didn't expect any response so she just left through the door and returned to her car.
It was a thirty minute drive that she filled with karaoke songs (which she proudly and extremely loudly, sang along to) so she didn't have to think about the current affairs that awaited her back at the cabin.
The superstore was empty excluding the shop clerk and two other patrons that were looking at candy and the other at tampons, the first clue that something was up should have been that these two people were full grown men. She wandered over to the fridges and examined the different cartons.
"Be quiet or we shoot everyone in this store." Cold metal was pressed against her back and a warm breath stroked her neck, it wasn't seduction that had caused the shiver that went down her spine, it was fear.
"There's only two other guys." She fired back, trying not to show how scared she as at the comprising situation.
"One actually, but we all know how much of a goody-goody you are when it comes to killing people." The male whispered again, she closed her eyes shut and bit her lip nervously as she knew he was right, and seen as he had another man working with him, even if she did manage to get this man off her tail then the other one would end up killing the innocent man by the counter. "Now leave the store."
She growled when he felt her use his hand to push her via the butt area, she stormed out quickly and when she went to turn around to fight back a cloth that was potent with chloroform was shoved in her face. Try as she may, it took at least a minute and she passed out on the cold hard ground.