A/N: Only five more chapters left... wow I feel so sad about that. Imagine what I'll be like when I finally upload the last one. There will probably be a big ass author's note then. On the upside, when I finish this fanfiction, that means I get to start another fanfiction. I have two currently set up and here are your choices:
Hawkeye or Charles Xavier
MAKE SURE YOU COMMENT WHO YOU WANT OKAY? OKAY. They'll both eventually be wrote, I just want to know which one you want most of all at the moment.
This chapter is dedicated to Kima Wolfwood because she's always the first one to comment on my chapters, she's awesome! I just looked in her favourites and she has bloody good taste in fanfiction and men... idk, I sound ike I'm promoting her... any, KIMA WOLFWOOD YOU'RE AWESOME AND THANKS FOR READING MY FANFICTION.
Thank you's to BiancaTSparrow101, vilevillian, Blondeconspiracy and Savarra. I can always count on you guys to read this, I love y'all immensely.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
"There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself."
― Laurell K. Hamilton
Summer had never been one for socialising, if anything, she hated the mere word itself. People are bad, they hurt and they don't even recognise the consequences while doing it. She knew of course, that she was just as human as they are and was probably quite wounding herself - but she wouldn't want to spend much time with herself either. She simply despised people.
And Bucky Barnes knew this, hence why he walked into the ballroom (with Summer's arm linked with his) with a smirk gracing his face. He felt quite proud that he'd managed to get Summer to wear an actual ballroom dress and actually go to charity event as his date; he knew that it meant that she actually did care about him in some way.
He thought she looked absolutely beautiful, she wore a cream dress that flowed outward on the lower half and fit quite snugly on the top half, making her seem like he had more cleavage than she actually did but still managing to give her this air of innocence. Her ginger hair fell down in curls, some parts of her hair being held up by a pin which was caked in plastic flowers. Bucky genuinely felt under dressed while beside her, he wore a simple suit with a cream waistcoat. Little did he know just how attracted Summer was to him in that moment of time, all she wants to do was go back to her place and tear that suit off him while he tore this damned dress off of her.
Steve followed behind them shyly, messing around with his sleeves and not looking anyone in the eye. He had to be the only one here without a date.
Bucky turned to look over at his best friend and gave him a supportive smile, to which Steve returned, although Steve's smile was much more forced. Bucky then leaned down and whispered to his date, "we should try and find Steve a date here."
"Do you think there's anyone else here who doesn't have a date?" She questioned back in a hushed tone, her eyes scoping the area but it was kind of hard to see past the wall of dancing people in front of her.
He looked down to her with a smile that made her wary of whatever he was thinking, "only one way to find out," he quipped while grabbing her hand and beginning to drag her off towards the dance floor.
"Nat, I'm bloody bored." Summer sighed, hanging half of her body off the couch which she was lying on. It had been three weeks and all she'd done was practice using the ability. It hardly seemed to be the threat that everyone thought it was but she'd been stuck in this building ever since. Everyone was wary around her, and she'd been wary around them. She hadn't slept in the same bed as Bucky since she'd woken up and she rarely saw him, she just didn't want to hurt him.
When she wasn't training, she spent most of her time hanging out with either Client or Natasha. Usually when she was with Clint they'd just make a competition out of anything, whether it be eating or cleaning, everything was competition between them. With Natasha however, they just did what girls do best, they talked.
"So this girl, Claire Moore, she's an ex-SHIELD agent and Clint's really into her. But I just think she' stupid, she's doing this mission but she's too… broken. I think she might get Clint in danger but he's willing to risk that-" Natasha ranted, trying to change the subject. Though Summer had yet to realise, Natasha was also as worried as the rest of the people in the Avengers tower, she was just a better actress.
"Nat!" Summer yelled over her, not bothering to listen to whatever she had been saying previously. "We don't even have to go anywhere special, just take me to McDonald's or something, I don't care as long as it's not in this bloody building!" She whined, finally moving into a sitting up position so she could face her friend and stare at her with a gaze that made it obvious as to how desperate she is to get out of here.
Nat sighed, "I have a mission to go to in ten minutes anyway."
"Really? What's your mission?" She asked eagerly, jumping closer towards her on the couch. Summer was beginning to remind Nat of a five-year-old, it was like watching a social experiment. The social experiment being what happens to a super-human when kept in doors for over a week.
"I have to go to club Eagle and get some information off of a Mafia boss," Nat explained warily, "it's too dangerous for you." She quickly added before Summer could demand to go along. Of course it's never that easy when it comes to Summer.
"Oh come on, please!" She begged, "I'll just hide at the bar, I won't drink, I won't do anything, I promise!"
Nat sat in silence for a minute, her eyes looking anywhere but towards Summer. For a moment Summer had thought that she didn't have a chance in hell of getting out of this building, if she couldn't break Nat then she couldn't break anyone else. Bucky wouldn't dare let her out, neither would Bruce, Steve or Tony because they'd think it'd be dangerous. And Clint just wouldn't take her outside just to be cruel.
"You screw this up for me and I swear to God, I' kill you." Nat spoke up, her body seemingly deflating at the idea of having to bring her along.
Summer squealed, "thank you!" She cheered and fell into Nat's lap, wrapping her arms around Nat's waist. Hugging her close to the body.
For one second Nat returned it and then quickly shoved the fellow red-head off her body, "Get off me," she demanded and as soon as Summer's body was off of hers then she jumped up from the couch and quickly ran off before Summer could try and hug her again.
"Look Steve, I'm telling you here and now that one day you'll find the person for you. Some people just don't realise how amazing you really are, and when they do finally figure it out, they'll feel like the biggest idiot ever - which they are." She ranted, taking a long sip from her glass of whiskey with an angry look on her face.
She'd spent quite a bit dancing with Bucky, it started off as a way to find Steve a date but they soon realised that literally everyone had come here with a date. And so she left the dance floor in hope to consolidate her best friend, knowing full well that he needed it.
He just stared at her with a small smile, "what?" She asked, the anger still in her voice and it made it seem like she was offended by him simply staring at her.
Steve shrugged his shoulders and took a small sip of the alcoholic drink which he'd ordered when they'd arrived, he'd only drank about half of it so far. "You're just, different now. If I'd known you hanging out with Bucky would have changed you this much then I would have introduced him to you ages ago." He beamed shyly, hoping that he hadn't crossed a line by pointing her new characteristics out.
"Yeah, Bucky's-" Summer went to look towards where she'd left her date on the dance floor and as soon as she saw him, her warm smile disappeared and was replaced with an angry scrunched up expression that conveyed her rage quite bluntly, "a bloody toad!" She finished, eyes glaring towards to the black-haired female which Bucky was currently grinning towards while dancing around, together.
The two redheads entered the bar, Summer looked cute in her cream dress which also had black lace surrounding it and beside her was Natasha, looking hot as hell, she was dressed in a red dress that went up to her knee and honestly the only man in the room that didn't stop to gawk at her was a man who came here on a date with another man.
"So where's the guy you're eating for lunch?" Summer asked loudly, but not loud enough for anyone else in the room to overhear her.
"Over there," Natasha replied, looking towards the right corner of the bar where a rather chubby man sat laughing with another man, "shit, he's got a friend." She cursed and turned to look at Summer with a sort of desperate look "Umm, Summer, you might be needed after all."
Summer instantly stepped back, accidentally walking into one of the bar's patrons and she quickly apologised to the man before turning back to Natasha. "What? No way, we agreed that I'd just hang out at the bar. I-I can't entertain a bloody murderer." She tried desperately to make Natasha see that she simply wasn't meant for this sort of job. She just wanted to get out that god damn building, maybe get drunk if possible, not go on a bloody mission.
"You entertain Bucky quite well." Natasha says bluntly without even thinking.
Summer's serious expression turned sour and she had to resist the urge to bitch slap her friend in the face. "That wasn't even funny," she hissed coldly.
"I know, 'I'm sorry." Nat sighed, though Summer had her suspicions that she didn't actually feel that sorry. She understood where Nat was coming from though, she hadn't really talked about it much with Bucky - about all the people he'd killed purposely while he was brainwashed - but it was more because she knew he wouldn't want to even think about, he probably had a sense of guilt surrounding him all the time. She just wished he would realise that, the guy who killed all those people wasn't him. Not that Wendy was an arsehole either, she loved Wendy as much as she loved Bucky. He just didn't know what he was doing and that wasn't his fault, the people to blame were the people that pulled those strings which were attached to him, they're the ones who pulled the trigger, and she just wished she could make him see that.
"Please Summer! I'll take you to McDonald's after this, I'll even pay. You promised me that you wouldn't cause me to fail my mission!" She begged, changing the subject completely. Her last argument was kind of brilliant, because Natasha knew how much Summer hated breaking a promise, and she had promised not to be the reason for Not failing her mission. This is why Nat is a better agent than Summer.
"...Fine! But you can't tell Bucky." She exasperated, handing her purse over to Nat while she started to adjust her dress and hair, putting her hair up in to a pony tail and pulling the dress down a little to reveal some more cleavage. Men are so easy to play, all you need is to show your breasts - it doesn't matter what body type you are, what sex you are, men are simply hypnotised by breasts.
"Why, is he the jealous type?" Nat joked, handing her back the purse once Summer was done sorting herself out.
She replied seriously, "we both are."
After Bucky and the girl, Elizabeth, were finished dancing they were stood in the corner of the room having a thrilling conversation on the worlds politic and whatnot. Of course Summer took everything the wrong way and thought they were talking about something completely different, something that Bucky should only be able to talk to her about.
She stormed up to the two characters and as soon as she arrived, she wrapped her arms around Bucky and brought him down for a long, sweet kiss. When the kiss finished, Summer felt quite proud of herself, Bucky was in a sort of daze, and Elizabeth had a very obvious blush reddening on her cheeks as she looked anywhere but towards the couple.
"Do you mind if I talk to my boyfriend alone?" Summer asked venomously towards the ivory haired woman, her lips pursed and her head held high. Bucky had come back from his dream world and was watching Summer very carefully, slowly beginning to realise why she was acting so weird.
Elizabeth nodded quickly, "o-of course," she stuttered out while walking away.
Bucky let out a deep chuckle as soon as Elizabeth was out of hearing distance, "oh my gosh, you're so jealous."
"No I'm not!" She yelled out, genuinely offended by what he had just said to you. "I was merely angry that you had asked me to be your date and yet you've just spent about thirty minutes with another mans date."
"So jealous?" He chortled, "and you said boyfriend," Bucky pointed out proudly which only aggravated her further. "Does this mean you've finally agreed to be my girlfriend?"
She rolled her eyes, "of course not. We're friends with benefits, that's what we agreed too. Just next time you ask someone on a date, don't spent about 10 minutes of the date with her and then the rest of it with someone else!" She ordered coldly before turning away and strutting back over towards Steve, a green-eyed monster whispering words of malice in to her ear. She was jealous, and it infuriated her.