A/N: This chapter is really long and I wrote it with no energy and an awful headache so I'm so sorry if this sucks, I'm going to go sleep for five million days now so sorry if I don't update in a while (I'm kidding of course, don't panic)
To Jezebel DeTrazie, I already have 7 chapters of my Spider-man fanfiction written, and they'll be updated daily just like this, I just need to edit them (except today but I uploaded a second chapter really in the morning so I'm counting that as todays chapter, I feel so ill I don't want the chapter to end up bad) and there's only twelve chapters of this fanfiction left which means that there's twelve days of this fanfiction left. So it'll work out and everything will be uploaded daily, don't worry, and thank you so much for reading my other fanfiction!
To Guest, you're honestly too kind, I'm sure there are much better fanfictions then this... but thank you all the same!
To Castiel Angel Heart, this chapter is dedicated to you! And where do you work and can I join? I'd be constantly dancing!
To Ivy Qi, I was watching so many rom-coms and I was in such a cheesy mood when I began writing this so I was like 'mwahaha lets do the cheesiest thing ever and call her Summer because he's the WINTER soldier and she'll melt his coldness and awwwwww'. Plus I think the name Summer is quite nice.
To Blondeconspiracy, I kept checking my story for your comment and I got really worried xD I'm like a super needy child and I got really worried about you. And ohmygosh are you finish secondary school? Are you English or American, cause I have prom coming up soon as well, my exams start in two weeks as well... *sobs*
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?"
― George Carlin
Summer was sat alone in her house, a book held in her hand even though her mind was concentrating on everything but the words of the page. This was a usual thing for Summer, it's why she takes twice as long when reading.
She looked up at the sound of her front door banging shut and found Steve stood there with a frown on his face. "Hello," she muttered with a small smile on her face, Steve didn't return the greeting. Instead, he charged over to the armchair that was in front of where Summer was seated, he knocked all the rubbish off the seat and onto the already messy floor before sitting down.
"Well?" He asked expectantly.
"Well?" Summer repeated, not really sure what he wanted her to say - all she knew was that the dark tone he was using meant she was probably in trouble.
Steve pursed his lips in anger and let out one of his 'I'm very disappointed in you sighs. "I can't believe you would do that to someone, let alone Bucky."
"I can't believe he'd tell you that," she said surprised, but her unsurprising lack of guilt seemed to annoy him further.
He clenched his small fists together and trying to seem intimidating; it was quite hard for Steve to do considering how small and adorable he was, only deranged people found kittens terrifying. "I want you to go and apologise to him."
"Pardon?" She finally put down her book and sent Steve a look that basically said she thought he was barking mad.
"He's in the Pineberry right now and I want you to go down there and apologise." He spoke in an eerily calm voice, his whole body clearly stoic and it was actually quite menacing to witness.
Summer quickly shook her head, "no."
"Look," Steve began, "I know you don't really understand social protocol and share the same emotional capacity as a rock but what you did is degrading and just downright cruel. You judged him straight away, you didn't even give him a chance and then you abused him based on that judgement." He explained, trying to make her understand what exactly he'd done wrong. She was the stupidest smart person ever.
She looked down at the ground with a familiar sort of hate in her eyes. Steve had seen this look any times since they'd become friends - it was the look she'd get whenever she realised that she was messed up. Steve understood why as he was the only one Summer had told about the past experience which left her a mental mess.
She tried to wipe the look off her face with a positive look, she jumped out of the seat and the book on her lap fell onto the floor where it should remain for many months until Summer finally decides to clean her apartment.
"Will you be here when I get back?" She asked smoothing out her flowery sun dress.
"No actually," he said, his tone reaching an extremely jolly octave, "I have a date tonight."
"Well here's a tip for you: actually talk to the girl!" She joked while leaving the apartment.
"Oh ha ha!" She heard him sarcastically quip just as she was halfway down the staircase.
"Good evening Miss Scotts," JARVIS' voice sounded into her room as she awoke, her head was pounding and her whole body ached as though she'd been sat down for too long. She let out a loud groan as she stretched out her whole body, nearly all her bones clicking. "You'll be happy to know your vitals are almost back to normal and you'll be okay in no time."
"Yey…" She cheered falsely, still trying to stop the blunt the ache in her bones.
She jumped up from the bed doing a few squats so she didn't strain herself doing any radical movements throughout the rest of her day. "I don't think that would be a good idea Miss Scotts." JARVIS voiced.
"Yeah well, I told Tony that creating an AI wouldn't be a good idea and look how you turned out," she cheered happily, looking up at the roof and putting on her brightest smile. She walked over to the elevator and the doors automatically opened. "Take me to which ever floor Tony's on." She sighed, leaning against the wall of the elevator and closing her eyes as she waited until they eventually arrived at the floor.
The door chimed open and Summer into the living room, at the side of the room was a bar where none other than Tony Stark stood, downing a glass of whiskey.
He looked up at the sound of her arrival and an angry look passed over his facial expression. "You're real stupid you know that/2 He pointed at her, sneering slightly.
"Hello to you too, I'm fine by the way." She muttered, moving over to the bar and pouring herself a glass of whiskey.
Tony quickly ignored her and went to his previous point, "that whole SAIL project has apparently come back to haunt you, all because you're a humongous idiot who created one of the most powerful bombs ever!"
"Accidentally created!" She quickly defended, "and people wouldn't even be out looking for it if SHIELD didn't decide to keep a record on the damn thing!" She yelled back in anger, both of them seething with rage. A minute or two paused before Summer broke the silence, "can I hug you now?"
"Yes but only three seconds," he noted, putting down the glass of whisky and opening out his arms to her.
She took a step closer to him, "five seconds?" She bargained.
He shook his head, "no, I'm angry at you." He said with finality, to which Summer rolled her eyes but still stepped into his arms with a mumbled 'fine'.
"Summer, you're awake?" A familiar voice called from the elevator.
Summer broke apart from Tony and saw Bucky stood at the doorway of the elevator. "Wendy!" She yelled
Her legs wrapped around his waist and he used his arms to hug her body close to his. "No," he muttered, "my name is Bucky."
She let out a shocked gasp, "you got your memories back?" When he nodded to confirm her thoughts she squealed loudly and leaned down to kiss him, a very passionate kiss which he returned.
"While I love watching 'The Notebook' come to life, the world is sort of in danger and Summer needs to answer a very important question." He interrupted causing the two to break apart and realise now was not the time to be fondling each other. "Where was SAIL burned?" Tony finished.
Summer jumped out of Bucky's arms, though her hands still remained behind his neck, playing with his hair. "Well, I sort of know where it is…" She muttered.
"Sort of?" Tony asked.
"It's in the Grand Canyon somewhere."
"Hey there," Summer greeted cheerily as she sat on the barstool next to Bucky's. He was currently sat at the bar with a large pint glass full of beer in his hand.
He looked to the left to see who had greeted him and when he saw that it was Summer, he could do nothing to stop his eyes rolling, "just the persons I was hoping to see." He muttered sarcastically.
"I came here to apologise," she explained, trying to convey as much caring human emotion so he realised how serious she was with this apology. "I'm sorry." She blurted out swiftly.
"Great apology," he chortled, taking another group of his beer.
"Look," she started, dropping the gleeful façade for her normal emotionless exterior. "I'm emotionally unavailable to anyone and anything. Something happened in the past and it broke me. The only reason Steve is even my friend is because he knew me way before the… thing happened. So that means I'm terrible with other humans… which explains why I was so awful to you."
He looked at her for a few seconds, analysing her to see if she was speaking the truth or just making up an excuse. Then he shrugged, "it's okay, the sex was great anyway so I don't mind as much."
She laughed, "yeah it was." She raised her hadn't to signal the waiter and he nodded his head towards her, going to get her usual glass of whiskey.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise at her confession, and then a smirk formed on the corner of his lips. "So let me get this straight," he started, "you're emotionally unavailable but I really like you and we both agree the sex is amazing - why don't we just come to some sort of agreement?"
"What sort of agreement?" She tested tentatively.
"Let's just hang out and do stuff… like sex." He said boldly. His blue eyes watching her cautiously in fear he'd ruined any chance of being with her.
She paused in thought, "so you're saying let's be friends… with benefits?" He nodded his head, "isn't that a bit too scandalous?"
"So? I thought you didn't understand or care for human protocol?" He smartly replied, making a very good point which Summer took into consideration.
She downed the glass of whiskey which the waiter had placed on the bar in front of her only moments ago. "My apartments free," she said, making her choice on the 'agreement' very clear to Bucky.
He downed the rest of his beer and then he held out his hand to her, "shall we?" He asked, she replied by putting her hand in his and leading him out of the pub and towards her home.
The lift dinged as soon as she arrived at her room, the doors slowly sliding apart. Summer had just finished explaining everything she knew about SAIL to Stark and being up so long had apparently tired her out immensely.
What she didn't expect was to find Bucky sat at the bottom of the bed. "You really got your money back." She asked quietly, apprehensively walked towards to him. He nodded in reply. "What's my favourite colour?" She asked, moving to sit on his lap.
"Green."
She gave him a satisfied look, "what did I say to you on your birthday, the last one we spent together?"
He chuckled but didn't dawdle with his answer, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her closer towards his body. "'If you were expecting a birthday cake then you shouldn't have dirtied the apron with your genitalia'."
She nodded, impressed and also seemingly happy that she finally had Bucky back. At least, that's what he thought until she suddenly slapped him on the right side of the face.
"What the hell?" He asked loudly, still in shock to do anything more.
"You promised me you wouldn't die!" She yelled angrily, her hands bashing against his chest angrily. "You know how much it meant for me to give myself wholly to you and a few days before our wedding you went and died!" By now tears were falling from her eyes and Bucky had to grab a hold of her wrists to stop her from punching him any more. "You promised!" She let out a shrill scream and Bucky courageously tried to interrupt her tirade with a kiss. It worked.
"Oh baby," she cried out after parting from the kiss, "I'm so sorry about everything." She placed her head into the crook of his neck, trying to hide how much of a wreckage she was at that moment in time.
Bucky, feeling her soft lips on his skin, holds onto her tightly and gently places a finger over her lips.
"Shh my sweetness, I am the one who should apologise and I have just the perfect way to do it." Bucky smirks a little as his hands slide down her back, grasping her bottom and lifting her up, fluently turning them around so she was sat on the edge of the bed and he was stood up.
Summer presses her lips to his neck, kissing and flicking her tongue against his flesh. Goosebumps prickle over his skin, forcing a groan from deep within him. With a swoop of his arm, Bucky pushed her further down on the bed and laid Summer on top of it. Having no control over his movements, he pulled on her shirt, ripping and popping the buttons off, exposing her braless breasts.
Her breasts were firm and round with taut nipples that were practically begging for his mouth. More than willing to oblige, he leans over her, rolling his tongue teasingly over a nipple and blowing his warm breath over the wet nub causing it to swell and harden more.
Summer moans, arching her back to his mouth as jolts of electricity flew through her body. She grabs his hair in her hands, grinding his mouth onto her breasts, her thighs moistening with want for him. Bucky tugs at her pants, lifting her bottom up to pull her pants along with her panties down her thighs and legs, tossing them to the side.
The sight of her naked, laying in front of him, caused his breathing to stop as his eyes drink in her every curve and crevice, her milky white skin glowing under the light of the room. His erection pushes dangerously against the material of his pants, threatening to split the thin barrier between being confined and sweet freedom. With a teasingly light touch, he slides his fingertip over her skin, crossing over her stomach. Summer sucks in a sharp breath as goose bumps form her body and jolts of heated electricity passed through her body.
Bucky gives the nipple one final tug before sliding his tongue down the heated trail his finger had previously traced. He nipped and but at her flesh, sometimes flicking his tongue against her, he rolls his movements in a light circle around her bellybutton as he moves his mouth lower and he leaned his head back, drinking the sight of her trimmed mount; moist and swollen with want.
He groans against Summer's flesh, sliding his tongue towards his treasure. He lightly slides his tongue down her wet slit, curling his tongue as he laps up her sweet cream. His fingers found their way to her sweet lips, pulling them back slightly as he his tongue up, finding her hard swollen nub and flicking his tongue against it which caused Summer to grab his hair once again and grind her hips up with a loud moan.
"Please Bucky," she begs in a deep husky groan, "make me cum."
With piercing eyes, Bucky glanced up at Summer, and he sees the want and the need in her green eyes. He sees the uninhibited sexual power she has in her eyes and it immediately makes Bucky lay his mouth on her nub and suck hungrily, twisting his tongue over it while Summer fists his hair and her hips against his lips.
"Fuck Bucky… that's it right there baby." She hums, eyes closed as the pleasure writhed in her entire body.
He groaned against her sensitive nub as he slides a finger inside her soaking wet hole. The feeling of her tight sheath grasping at his finger hungrily made his cock react and strain more against his pants. Bucky blows a warm breath against her clit, causing Summer to moan once more. Her body writhes on the bed and Bucky slides another finger into her, easily curving his fingers upwards and finding her most sensitive spot as he slides them in and out of her.
Not able to take the discomfort of his raging hard-on any more, he pulls away from her deliciousness, keeping his fingers deep inside her pressed against her g-spot. He quickly undoes his button and zipper, pulling them down and stepping out of them. Summer lets his hair go as she watches him with eyes so full of an animalistic hunger as his cock stands at full attention. Bucky's other hand finds her hard little love button, working t in light circles while moving his fingers in her wet folds quicker and with more urgency.
Summer's body tenses when she feels her release coming. Her breaths come in short gasps as she thrusts her hips against his relentless fingers, electricity bolts through her limbs and it makes her toes and fingers curl. She thrashes her head around, her back arching dangerously as she finally plummets over the edge. Bucky feels the walls tightening around his fingers and she convulses; her screams of pleasure filled the air.
He kisses and licks his way back up her body, sending her body shuddering in little aftershocks of her orgasm. His lips crash down on hers with an unquenchable need, the taste of her still on his lips; Summer parts her mouth and lets his tongue explore and taste. Groaning against her mouth, he sucks her tongue into his mouth, twisting his against hers. He breaks the kiss and looks down at her with a wild look in his eyes, he grabs her hips and with a flick of his wrists, he quickly turns her over, forcing her face down on the bed.
Bucky stands behind her, pulling her cheeks apart with his hand, his lust-filled eyes drinking in her tight little body. He places the tip of his cock against her hot, dripping hole. Summer pushes against him, already wanting more. That's just the sort of affect he had on her, and both of them loved it.
"You want this baby?" Bucky asks as he pushes the tip inside of her pussy, teasing her. Summer moans deeply, pleading with him as she grinds against him.
Don't be fooled though, Bucky simply thought he had control at that moment but both of them knew that Summer would always hold the power n the bedroom as she always knew what exactly to say to push him over the edge. "God James," she moaned, "give me your cock, fuck me hard."
Not wanting to disappoint, Bucky rears back and slams deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. The feeling of her hot, tight sheath around his cock made him shudder. She stops breathing when he slammed into her, his cock always felt so good filling her just right, hitting all the right spots. Her body tingled, his hardness hitting her cervix had forced a shuddering whisper to escape her lips. Summer's noises and her tightness drove Bucky to pull out completely and slam back into her again.
He slid his fingers up her back, making their way to her hair. He massages her scalp and weaves his fingers into her tresses and pulls, forcing her head back and causing her to gasp and cry out in pleasure. Bucky snarls his lips, an animalistic need taking over when he hears her cries of pleasure and he begins to ram into her hard and fast, pushing her body violently against the bed. She feels the coil of tension in her stomach as she feels another orgasm building, this one was like none other she had had before. He feels her body tense, her walls tightening more around his cock, the walls were practically milking his hardness. He grabs her hips and tightly slammed her hard against his fast pushes.
Summer grips the sheets with a death grip as her eyes back, her back arches upwards as her body begins to buck wildly against him, her body quivering with every movement he makes, she screams his name at the top of her lungs and rode the orgasm with the utmost of pleasure filling her entire body. Sweat is pouring off Bucky, dripping on her ass and with a growl, he releases hot, thick ropes of his seed deep inside of her. Summer groans, her body still shuddering from her orgasm and Bucky collapses on top of her panting, trying to catch his breath.
"I know it's been long, but I didn't think it would be that intense." Summer muttered, her words slightly mumbled by the sheets. Bucky was close enough to hear what she said though and he let out a chuckle, still feeling high from the wonderful love making they'd just done. He gently kissed her sweaty shoulder and forced her body back around, hugging her closely to his body and never wanting to let go.