A/N: All right, here we go, chapter twenty seven which means only three chapters left. I'm like crying over here, y'all should really prepare for the big goodbye speech I have prepared for when this story is over. Just like. Help guys I'm breaking down.

Second thing, ages ago, I had a finished X-Men fanfiction up on here that was only fourteen chapters and it was an AU for X-Men First Class where Shaw had won and started the nucleur war and the world was dead and all humans were wiped out and yeah this is a terrible summary but just go along with it, and I was wondering, if you guys would find this as a cool idea. Obviously I won't just upload the last one, the re-vamped version wil be longer and much better quality. Plus I'd quite like the chance to show myself how much I've grown as a writer, I think the old one is still uploaded on Mibba somewhere so if you guys want that link (though the old one has so many grammar and spelling and innacuracy mistakes and there isn't even that much romance between Charles and my OC and it's just terrible) just tell me and I'll PM it to you. Just, yeah, tell me your thoughts please.

To Blondeconspiracy, TELL ME ABOUT IT! I COULD FANGIRL ABOUT HIM ALL DAY, HE'S JUST PERF AND THAT ACCENT IS JUST AJHOILRGJENW Y'KNOW. And I hope you didn't hurt your throat by screaming too much over my last chapter.

To BiancaTSparrow, this chapter is dedicated to you because I just liked your comparison of a rollercoaster for the previous chapter. Virtual high five.

To Jezebel DeTrazie, well thank you very much, I've never won an honor before. I did research the power, I have like a whole document on powers and the reasoning behind them - it also helped me come up with SAIL, but that's a long boring story - I did it because I hate how people are like 'she can move objects because she flicks her hand' like yes that's how she moves objects but what are the forces at work behind everything. I didn't want there to be more questions then answers, so I always make sure to do as much research as possible. I do the same for characters, even if they're only small characters like Danny from chapter sixteen, I'll write their entire life story. It helps me write them out better and figure out what type of person they'd be y'know?

Thanks to Kima Wolfwood, patty cake rocks, IkhandoZatman and vilevillian, you're comments were all amazing and made me smile immensely. I'm glad you all found the ending cute!

And thanks ot the people who simply just read the chapter, you're just as valuable and important and I hope I can make you smile with another update!

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

"The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility."

― Václav Havel

"Everyone here?" Steve asked, looking towards the three other faces of the people which were sat around the circular table. He was the only one standing up, apparently he was the one that would lead this meeting and no one else in the room seem bothered by his actions. He was a born leader.

Tony placed his glass of whiskey down on to the table, "this isn't school, Cap, we don't need to do register." He quipped snarlingly, falling lower and lower into his seat.

It was about eight in the morning, for most of the people at the table (Steve, Clint, Bruce and Natasha) it was quite late as they all usually woke up around six. But, for Tony Stark, this was way too early and he definitely wasn't happy when he was woken up at seven by JARVIS who told him about what had happened last night by Summer and that the rest of the Avengers were having a meeting about it.

He still came, even though he wanted to be anywhere but there. Some of the people at the table kind of wished that he hadn't arrived however, this was an important matter and his personality didn't really fit with their solemn personalities.

"Will you please be serious Tony?" Steve demanded coldly, a threatening tone seeping through his words. "We both know that if the government get a hold of Summer then they won't treat her like you and me." He attempted to explain the severity of what was happening to Tony, knowing that the self-proclaimed billionaire was probably already too drunk to even care.

Though in truth, they were all once again underestimating his care for Summer Scotts.

"Yes, I understand that." Tony hissed, taking another sip from his whiskey.

"Then start acting serious." Natasha barked. She was still feeling quite shaken up from the night before; no one else in the room understood what exactly she'd gone through, and how she'd experienced everything that had happened. Of course she understood that Summer had her own frightening experience to deal with, but these peoples ignorance to what had happened the day before infuriated him.

Tony turned furious eyes towards her. "Serious? The world is making her seem like a terrorist. Summer, who can't even hurt a fly because she detests the idea of murdering, is seen as a terrorist. This is anything but serious, it's a humongous joke." He seethed, having to take deep breathes in hope to keep all his anger in check.

Bruce didn't really like the fury that filled the air, he didn't really like anger full stop, and so he stepped up and spoke up. "She is a threat, whether we like it or not. I know better then you all that if she doesn't learn to control those powers that she could possibly destroy Earth." He concluded, silence setting in.

Bruce thought that the silence was down to them thinking over his words, but the real reason for their silence was the two new characters which had just entered the room. Bucky and Summer stood behind Bruce in the doorway of the room, Summer looking over at the group with a pissed-off expression while Bucky attempted to calm her down by rubbing his hand on her back. "I'm so glad you guys are all having meetings about me, without me. I can feel the friendship." She seethed, crossing her arms and beginning to tap her foot.

Steve looked like a corned puppy, his head was down in shame and a metaphorical tail was stuck between his legs. He looked up to her through his eyelashes, "we thought you'd still be asleep." He tried to give her an excuse, but he knew that she'd feel betrayed anyway. The decision to have this meeting without her was hard, but he'd figured that they'd think clearer and without guilt if she wasn't there.

Her eyes turned into slits. "Well you know, I did kill someone last night, it's hard to sleep when every time you close your eyes you see the face of the human that you killed." She announced, her voice taking a slightly dangerous tone. She could feel the tension in the air and it broke her heart, everyone at that room was scared of her, they were scared that she'd blow up. And she was angry about it, she was taking her anger out on them but the truth was that the only person she was angry towards was herself.

Bucky quickly moved to stand in front of her, bringing her attention towards him so that she could listen to every word he says, "I've told you enough times, Summer, he deserved it." Bucky asserted.

Summer shook her head in response, visibly appalled by what he had said to her and she quickly took a step away from him. "No he didn't Bucky! He was a human being with a story and a future and a life. He had friends, he had a family, he had a purpose. And I took all that away from him. No one deserves that sort of thing to happen to them," she began to cry after that. The voices screaming in her head that she was a monster and that everyone knew it.

No one knew what to say to her, they were all murderers who had followed the rule 'that they deserve it', they'd always justified their murders and even though Summer's murder could be justified, she didn't want it to be. Summer didn't see people just as villains, she looked past their evil behaviour to see what they truly were - a human. And it didn't matter to her whether you had a super serum going through your veins, a metal suit, a bionic arm, or even if you could turn into a giant green rage-machine, you were all just a human being in the end to Summer Scotts. Everyone was equal to Summer, and that's why she couldn't justify killing another person, because killing another person was like someone killing her.

"I'm sorry." Tony gulped, his own heart breaking a he watched the torn girl in front of him.

She looked up in alarm, certainly not expecting him to be the one to speak. "What? Tony, why are you apologising?"

He finished off his glass of whiskey. "Because," he began, "this is all my fault. I put SAIL in to you, if it weren't for me-"

"Shut up." She ordered, her hands turning into fists as she stood stoically.

"But Su-" He tried again, but she just interrupted him for the second time.

"Shut up!" She yelled again, this time slamming her foot on the ground. Summer may have been confused at the time as to who to blame for what had happened the previous night, but she knew for definite that Tony wasn't at fault even a little.

Tony went to make some other retort but they were distracted as they heard the noise of someone's boots making contact with the floor with each step they took."I think you should all shut the hell up and get down to business," the male reprimanded as he finally entered in to the doorway.

Summer stared confused at the bald ebony-skinned man with an eye-patch. It couldn't be, she'd finally lost her mind as there stood Nicky Fury, in all his sassy glory. But obviously it couldn't be him, because Bucky/Wendy had told him that he'd killed the Director himself.

She looked towards Bucky, and he was just as shocked as he was. She could see it in his eyes that he was reliving the murder that he'd committed. Though as she looked towards the others, they didn't seem so shocked. They knew - they'd known, and they hadn't even bothered to tell her.

She ignored it and turned back to her ex-boss. "N-Nick… I was… I was told you were dead." She stammered out, taking a deep breath before taking a step closer to the man who had practically become her father after all the years that she'd known him. She swallowed. "Permission to hug?"

"...Permission granted," he said after some slight apprehension, she sent him a grateful smile and skipped towards him, though she was stopped when he held up a hand, "only three seconds." He added quickly, she nodded her head in agreement and wrapped her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his head into her ginger locks, the directors heart aching slightly after missing her company for so long. To an outsider, if it weren't for the obvious characteristic differences, then you would have thought them to have been father and daughter. "I'm glad you're okay." He whispered, only loud enough so that she could hear.

She parted from him after about four second, letting out a sinister laugh. "Not so sure on the okay part there Director… I'm glad you're alive." She joked, though the last part of the sentence was said in a much more serious manner.

"Me too." He bantered before pushing her a few more steps away from him so that he could move and stand in front of the table, taking place of where Steve had previously stood. "All right, now sit down." He commanded, telling both Bucky, Steve and Summer to sit down and pay attention to him.

Bucky sat beside Summer, though there was still a slight stiffening in the air after their previous argument over the justification of her murder. Steve ended up sitting beside Tony who, at some point, had refilled his glass of whiskey.

"Currently, Summer is worldwide news, no one knows it's her yet but she has about 4 hours until they get a hold of the footage from a security camera close to the club - the camera in the club was destroyed. That means it will take about two days before she will be found." He explains, much calmer than the others that sat on the table.

"We have to do something!" Bucky crowded, sitting forward in his seat with obvious worry causes wrinkles to appear on his forehead.

Fury turned a swift glare towards him, "will you let me finish, lover boy?"

"S-Sorry" He stammered out, blushing a deep red which Summer found insanely cute. She decided to forgive and forget their previous argument and stretched out her hand, taking his real hand in to hers, using her thumb to stroke his knuckles. Bucky had never met her father, only her mother, and so she liked to think that this is the father/son-in-law meeting that should have happened ages ago. Maybe to make it worse for him she should demand that Bucky ask for Fury's blessing before they get married.

Nick turned back to Summer, talking directly to her now. "I can give you a week tops, and then I can help get you off the map completely with enough money to last you until you guys can settle down and have a whole new life." He declared, the stern expression still fixed on his face.

Summer was quite flabbergasted by this announcement,she couldn't help but react y opening her mouth so it formed the perfect 'O' and tightening her grip of Bucky's hand immensely. If he hadn't undergone intense pain for the past seventy years then maybe he would have flinched slightly from the force of her crushing palm. "Director… that's amazing, I can't thank you eno-"

"There's a catch." Nick intervened, raising his hand once again to stop her from talking. "You need to learn how to control your powers. You're unsafe to be around people currently and I'm not going to let you go free until I'm assured that you're not going to go around killing people."

"So just learn how to use the powers properly? I can do that easily," she spoke confidently, relaxing slightly in her seat and feeling a soaring feeling overwhelm her. She was going to be okay, she was going to marry Bucky and live the white-picket fence life that she use to insult all the time but now saw as a dream life.

"No, that's not enough." He announced, him becoming the shotgun that shot her down from her high.

"What?"

Nick leaned against the table, palms pressing down onto the surface as he shook his head. "You learn to use the powers when you're calm, but what about when you're angry? You lose control." He expressed, "I want you to learn how to not use your powers, at all."

"I can help with that." Bruce spoke up once more, deciding to stand up from his seat. "I'm sort of a specialist on that sort of stuff."