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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it."
― Maya Angelou
Another blade was pierced the skin of Summer's arm and was forced downward, causing blood to erupt from her veins. The pain taking over her every thought for a mere second before she concentrated on the every move the man in front of her made.
He was a muscled man and the tight black shirt which he wore - with his khaki camouflage cargo pants - only made the outline of his thick muscles even more translucent. His hair was brown and spiked, the side of his hair shaven. He was also noticeably chiseled, and from the look on his face he was cocky and very proud - his looks were deceiving though, while he looked like the kind of pretty boy who even wore make-up, the knife in his hand that he happened to be extremely talented with was covered in her blood, showing that he may look like a pretty boy but he wasn't at all terrified of getting dirty.
"Look here," He spat unkindly to the frail red-head that was tied down to the wooden seat, " all we need is the information and then we'll stop doing this."
"Look here," She snapped back, managing to ignore the burning that corrupted her body just enough so she was able to mock him. "I heal quickly, your threats don't scare me." Already she felt the cut on her arm begin to heal, this just meant that as soon as the pain went away he'd cut her again. And this would repeat, it had done since she'd woken up.
"Fine," he muttered, a smirk appearing on his lips. He knew he had the power in this current situation and he was taking full advantage of it. "Well, I guess you only have one use." He sighed, a sickening happiness sneaking it's way in his tone as he carved his knife through her shoulder, stopping just above her breast and watching as it slowly healed.
He put out his hand, and gently stroked it across her still bleeding shoulder. He pushed down the vest strap, his hands pausing to explore the feel of her smooth skin. A small smile formed on his face, hand beginning to lower itself further and further down until he gently grasped her boob. Appalled, Summer quickly spat at him, only being able to spit into his chest. Using the hand that had grabbed her boob, he wiped the spit off his shirt and using the same hand, he slapped her across the face. A menacing laugh from all the men inside the cellar was let out.
"Sir! Sir!" A small soldier jumped down the stairs with a map in his hand that was dotted in red crosses and a couple of black lines. He looked much ore innocent and clean then all the filthy men that filled the room. He was only about five foot and five inches, he had moppy hair that curled over his head and a oval shaped face which still bared some baby fat.
An almost disappointed look passed over the soldiers face at the realisation his attempt at rapping Summer was put to a stop. "What is it soldier, can't you see I'm in the middle of something." He grunted over to the small map-holding kid.
"We've narrowed down the location of the bomb," the boy smiled proudly as he lay the map down onto the table, using a pot of pens as a paperweight for one of the corners while he used his hand to keep the other down.
"Really?" Speedily, he walked away from Summer and went around the desk so he could still face her as he read through it. He abruptly let out a loud howl of laughter, and looked up at Summer with amused eyes. "Funny, you hid it in plain sight so it was so obvious that it wasn't obviou, smart."
"I don't know if you know this, but I'm sort of a scientist, I'm smarter than the average person." She replied cockily, trying to cover up the fright that shot through her body when she'd realised they'd actually found it.
"Oh I'm sure." He chortled, lifting the map and beginning to roll it up. "Watch her for a minute, I have something important to attend too." He signalled to the smaller boy, some of the soldiers in the room already beginning to empty out of the cellar. "If she starts acting up just stab her with the knife."
"Are you saying that I'm not the most important thing in your life right now?" Summer accused, eyebrows shooting up as she looked at him with only one certain emotion in her eyes, disgust.
He was the last to leave the room and he turned back to her as he took the first step. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon to finish our little party." His eyes scanned her entire body, and he gave her a flirtatious wink before dragging his body up the stairs and out of the building.
"Can't wait." She sang, slumping down in her seat and relaxing slightly. She was definitely going to need to take a trip to the spa when she escaped - after she checked on Wendy of course. If he even still wanted to talk to her, he probably hated her and was glad she was gone; she'd promised that she'd help him with his memory problem but all she'd done is make it worse, and she was sincerely sorry about that.
She felt the kids eyes on her and for a second she was worried he'd try and finish what the previous soldier had done.
Or at least, she thought he would until she heard his gentle voice call out in the silence. "C-Can I ask you a question."
She looked up at the boy and saw only innocence in his eyes, she tried to let him know she wasn't a threat with her gentlest smile."Seen as you're about the only guy left in this place who hasn't felt my breast while trying to hurt me, then feel free to ask all the questions you like." She giggled, her bright personality finally bursting out of this awful bubble she'd been put in as a defence mechanism.
"You're like ninety years old right?" He asked,
She nodded her head, "You would be correct," she answered though suspected that wasn't the last of his questions.
"Well, how did you adjust? You must have had a pretty lonely life with everyone you know dying while you stayed the same, and with all the new technology, did you ever feel the need to just quit."
She took a moment to think about her answer, her bright expression slowly dropping to one that was a mixture of seriousness and slight sadness. "Everyone feels the need to quit on life at some point, the great thing about time is that - eventually - that feeling will be replaced, and maybe it'll come back again, who knows. The friends thing is simple to answer, I just didn't have any friends. And as for the technology part, I'm a scientist who specializes in everything, It's pretty easy for me to keep up." She nodded her head, telling herself that was the right answer.
"I'm sorry about the friend thing." He spoke softly, shocking Summer. He was too young for this sort of group, too innocent and from what she could tell from all the kids fumbling, he wasn't exactly the most skilled either.
She dropped her head to the side and looked at him with an unreadable face, "I'm sorry that someone as kind as you is stuck working for these crooks, what's your name?"
"Danny,* he answered, blushing at how comfortable she was acting around him. He'd hardly had any experience with women and all of a sudden this damsel in distress is acting kind to him when really she should be trying to kill him or trick him as a way of getting free, "and it's not that bad, they're not that bad - people always forget that even the bad guys are humans. They just think they're doing the right thing."
"And you don't think it's the right thing?" She interrogated, becoming genuinely curious as to the boys reason for being here.
"I'm just here because of my dad, he died because of Captain America and I want my revenge."
"Oh." She muttered, her heart aching slightly at the fact it had been so long since she last saw him. What if there were other people like Danny? What if right now Steve was in the exact same situation as her?
"So where you put the bomb, that was pretty genius." Danny complimented, using his hand to mess lazily with his brown locks.
"That's because I'm a genius." She shrugged, barely even trying to cover up the smirk that turned on her lips.
Summer faced Agent Peggy Carter and Howard Stark, in front of them on a table wa a briefcase which had four letters printed on it in bold lettering. "I call it the SAIL, Super Artificial Intelligence Lampadephore."
"What the hell does Lampadephore mean?" Howard questions, his face scrunching up in confusion.
"Torchbearer." Summer answered.
Peggy stepped in between the two and brought their attention back to the briefcase in the middle room. "Okay, so you're saying this is dangerous?"
"More than dangerous," Summer boasted, unintentionally sounding more proud then she should have. "What I've accidentally created could destroy this planet and every other planet in our galaxy."
"Can't we just destroy it?" Stark asked, shrugging his shoulders and giving the two females a look that clearly stated that he thought they were idiots for not being able to figure this out on their own.
Summer scoffed loudly. "No, not without destroying ourselves in the process."
"So what do you expect us to do?" Stark asked, the jury he felt over Summer creating such a thing finally beginning to show.
Summer took three steps back from his angry glare, it had been about 3 months since Bucky died and she was still getting use to the idea that she didn't have his protection or company to make her feel better anymore. That's what had made her so angry when he'd died, she'd allowed herself to get so use to his presence and having him around; she got so used to him that when he was gone she felt completely lost.
She had created this while Bucky was invented, but she'd just dumped it in her pile of failed inventions. It wasn't until she was cleaning up her apartment to remove any reminded of Bucky that she'd noticed the failed invention was beginning to act up - it was kind of funny because she'd ranted at Bucky about how it should have done something soon, turns out 'soon' meant quite a long time.
"We hide it deep underground, keep it a secret and hope to God that it's never found." She shrugged, her throat becoming vacant of emotion. Her expressions that once shined with emotion returning back to it's usual desolate form.
"That's not good enough!" Stark yelled angrily, slamming his hand on the table beside the briefcase, both Peggy and Summer's heart jumping in worry that he might have set it off somehow.
"It's the only option we have." Summer replied coldly, her voice as stoic as her stance to show she was extremely serious on the matter.
"Wait, I don't understand, why is the air talking, or am I just going crazy?" Bucky asked, following Steve and Tony down a staircase.
Steve smiled happily at the realisation it wasn't just him who got frightened by the magically appearing voice which belonged to no face. "No, that's just JARVIS, you'll get use to it." He patted his friends back comfortingly
"Did you analyse the video?" Tony called out to no one in particular confusing Bucky more.
"Yes sir, and I've already found a match." The voice sounded from the air again, Bucky jumping backward and standing in a fighting stance, though what exactly he was planning to fight against was a different question entirely.
"That's always good to hear." Tony cheered, clapped her hands together as he walked up to a desk that was filled with large screens, if Bucky remembered correctly they were computers - much more high tech than he'd ever seen them before, other then when he was having his memory erased.
The screen starts on it's own and the video recording of Summer being suffocated began to play, it closed up on a blonde burly man and a square appeared around his face. "The man in the video is known as Carlson Holmes, he was once a worker for SHIELD."
"AKA, he worked for HYDRA." Tony snarkily replied, sitting himself down into the office chair. Beginning to press buttons on the keyboard to bring up more information on this 'Carlson Holmes'.
Bucky pushed passed teve and leaned down to get a better look at the man, he pressed his finger against the screen but it was quickly slapped away by Tony. "I remember him… I know where they've taken her as well." Everyone turned to look at him in surprise that he actually had knowledge on something, so far he'd seemed lost over everything that was happening, but now he was taking charge of everything. And just like that, the gang were on their way to rescue Summer.