A/N: I'm crying so bad right now holy shiz. I just... as a writer, I find it extremely hard to finish stories because I'm constantly filled with new ideas. And this is the end of an era for me. This has been the only successful thing I've ever done. I constantly get down about my writing skills, I constanty doubt myself and I constantly think I'm a failure. But apparently not, according to you guys and that fills me with hope that one day I could actually get a book published. I've been writing since I knew how to write the letter 'a', and I'm constantly telling stories to my friends and family - this is literally my life. And so, to write about something (aka, someone) who I love and have it loved by so many people really touches my heart.
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CHAPTER THIRTY
"To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous."
― Elizabeth Gilbert
"Psst, Summer." Bucky sat himself down on the bed, making it dip slightly and with the added call of his gentle tone, Summer began to stir awake. "Wake up, I have pancakes. He sang, waving the plate in front of her face as she groaned light-heartedly, making a move to sit up.
"Good morning to you…" she muttered with a hoarse voice, her throat dry but soon beginning to water at the sight of Bucky's pancakes. He put them down onto her lap and he took a hold of the knife and fork, beginning to cut the pancakes for her. "Is this going to be a regular thing?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." He shrugged, moving on of his hands to quickly sort out the strap of her vest which had fallen down to the side of her arm while she was asleep. Summer grinned at his modesty, finding it quite adorable. "You need to eat these quickly, we're leaving soon."
Her smile fell into a frown, "do you think we'll ever be able to come back here?" She asked quietly, looking down at the plate and beginning to shove the cut up pieces of pancake into her mouth.
Bucky put on a sad smile, trying to keep positive for her sake. "Of course we will, this is just for a little bit. We'll be back and spending time with the others before you even know it." He stroked his real hand through her hair before sitting up from the bed and making his way over to the door, "you've got thirty minutes."
With those final words he left the room, the silence almost agonising to her as her mind whirred with thoughts. Of course she was excited to finally have alone time with Bucky, but she'd made a life here, and now she was having to give it all up.
After finishing the delicious stack of pancakes that Bucky had made for her, she got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and one of Bucky's t-shirts. Everything else had been packed away and so she just grabbed whatever clothes were left over. "JARVIS, where is everyone, I want to say goodbye to them?"
"They've all left, Miss Scotts." His automated voice replied back.
She looked up too the roof in confusion, "what? Is Bucky still here?"
"No, but there is a car outside waiting for you." JARVIS replied. Summer was confused to the least, but she decided to trust Bucky, if getting in the car was dangerous then JARVIS would have told her.
"Alright," she sighed before stepping forward towards the elevator, "take me up there."
She waited in the elevator, beginning to whistle along with the music. She stopped once she realised that there was actually music playing? Perhaps Tony had decided to upgrade the elevators with some music, though it wasn't really normal elevator music, it was just the sound of quiet bells ringing in the distance. It sounded like the sort of thing insomniacs would use to fall asleep too.
The door dinged open and she was surprised by a long sleek black car that even came with a driver who was holding a covered item of clothing. "Good morning Miss Scotts," the man greeted, he remind Summer of JARVIS, they both shared an English accent. The man raised up the covered clothing, "you have been requested to change into this and then I will take you to a disclosed location."
She nodded her head and took the clothing off him, slipping into the back of the car. There was a mirror in the back of the car, blocking the driver and the person sitting in the back, she wasn't sure if that meant she was free from being stared at while getting changed so she checked that it wasn't actually a two-way mirror.
She placed the tip of her fingernail against the reflective surface and because there was a gap between her fingernail and the image of her nail, she knew for certain it was a genuine mirror. If the finger directly touched the image of her nail, then she would have known that it was a two-way mirror.
She unzipped the cover off the clothing and find plain white dress which reached her knee caps and had a longer trail on the back of it, accompanied with a flower crown in it, she pulled out the flower crown and laughed a little, it certainly wasn't her but she guessed that was the point if her outfit was meant to be a disguise.
Once she'd finished getting ready she looked in the mirror and surprised herself, she actually looked quite good - if not slightly pretentious - in her lower grown and flowy white dress, all she needed was some fairy wings and she'd look like she came straight out of a fairytale.
After about thirty minutes of sitting in the car being extremely bored, it stopped at a halt and Summer, who had previously been laying down, rather embarrassingly fell off her seat. The door opened and Summer bent her head slightly so she could see who had opened the door.
"Well, hey there." Natasha chuckled, dressed in a burgundy skirt and suit.
"Umm… hi." Summer mumbled, her cheeks blushing a colour that is almost as dark as Nat's hair."So, am I allowed to know where we are yet?" Summer questioned while getting out of the car. She looked around outside, hoping to get some clue as to where they were, all she saw was a meadow though.
"Nope," Not chuckled before lifting up a large piece of black fabric, "I'm afraid I'll have to blindfold you as well."
Summer rolled her eyes, "of course you do," she turned around and let her friend tie up the black cloth. Natasha then grabbed her arm and began to drag her across the fields. "Why is this place in open space? Isn't that more dangerous?"
"Shut up Summer." Nat replied, tugging her into a certain spot before stopping. Another few seconds passed and then the black material was pulled from in front of her eyes and her surroundings were revealed.
In front of her was Bucky and Nat and Clint stood beside her with big grins on their faces. Bucky was dressed in a suit and his hair was pulled up into a ponytail, he had a scruff on his face which made him ten times sexier. unlike Clint and Nat though he didn't have a smile. He looked nervous.
"What's happening?" She asked worriedly, stepping closer towards Bucky and grabbing his hands in a soothing manner.
A small smile filled his frown as he watched her worried behaviour, and that smile seemed to fill him up with more courage. "We have two choices right now," he began, "you can say no and we go back into the car and ride off to God knows where and live out our lives. Or, you can say yes, and we can go into that church over there and get married, and continue our lives as husband and wife."
"Oh my God," Summer breathed out, her hands clenching around his as she took a moment to think over everything. She certainly hadn't expected such a serious commitment to come at a time like this. Summer felt like she should be scared, old Summer would have been, but that was before Bucky came into her life. In those 75 years when she'd been parted from Bucky there were a lot of times when she gave up, she would get too scared, but when he's around she can do anything.
Bucky is everything to her, with him by her side she could do anything, and that includes getting married. She wants to get married as well, she wants to finally experience her eternity with the person she loves, they deserve it after everything.
"I just," Bucky spoke up again, "I think it's our turn and if we don't do it now then God knows when we will. It won't be easy, but nothing ever is with us. And that's why we're meant for each other, because we survive and so does our love. We've survived, death, uncontrolled mutant powers, hydra bastards, jealousy, stupid arguments, your mother. We're meant for infinity, Summer, join with me?"
Tears fell from her eyes, she could practically hear the old Summer tutting, but she no longer cared for old Summer. New Summer could love, new Summer will make new memories with New Bucky and no longer will they have to dwell on the past memories. It's time to close that chapter in their lives. "I'll join you, Bucky, forever and always."
He didn't even reply, he just kissed her. Passionately, recklessly, and lovingly. Clint didn't want to see this and so he just clapped his hands to make them part, "come on kids, we've got a wedding to make happen."
They all agreed and began to walk up to the tiny white church which was hidden in the shade of a giant oak tree, it was in god knows where and so hopefully that gave them an advantage in not getting caught. When they got to the door Summer froze and grabbed Bucky's eyes, "is Steve here?"
He nodded in reply, "he's inside the church," Bucky cocked his head towards the door.
"Tell him to come out here, I'll be in there in a bit okay?" Bucky nodded with a confused look on his face, Clint left in doors with him. "Nat, I need flowers." She said in a panicked voice, "I want to throw them at somebodies face."
Natasha held up one finger and slipped inside just as Chris came out, and he looked extremely worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay/ You're not having second thoughts are you?"
Summer was leaning back with wide eyes, "I'm fine dude, you on the other hand seem to be the panicked one." She joked before returning back to a normal position, "it's just, the very few times that I did plan my wedding, I always planned that you'd walk me down the aisle…" She was nervous to ask him this and that's why she was being extremely quiet.
Steve had frozen stoic still and he was string at her, his mouth kept opening and closing, reminding Summer of a fish. He didn't really know what to say, of course she meant a lot to him but Summer was always bad at showing caring emotions, so this was truly touching to him. "It would be an honour," he grinned manically and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.
"Alright Rogers, calm down." She croaked out, pushing hard against his muscled arms. It's moments like these that she misses old Steve who she could have crushed with a single finger he was so small - so much had changed for them.
Nat came out of the room holding two collections of flowers, one smaller than the other. She handed Summer the largest bouquet, "why have you got one?" Summer interrogated.
"Bitch please," Natasha snorted, "we both know I'm your maid of honour."
Summer laughed loudly, "fair enough," she consented before getting position. "So we just walk in? I've never actually been to a wedding…"
"Yes it's pretty simple. Walk up to the beginning, repeat what the dude says, make out with James, leave. Simple." Natasha explained, though Summer wasn't convinced, though maybe that was just down to the nerves.
The doors opened and Natasha walked down first, Steve and Summer following behind. Summer looked around to see who had showed up for the wedding. There was Tony, Clint, Bruce, Clint's latest 'partner', and - to Summer's surprise - Thor was even there. She stopped in her tracks and quickly went to hug him before getting back down to business.
She was about to question where Nick Fury was until she realised he was stood at the front. He was going to marry Bucky and Summer together.
"You motherfuckers are all gathered here today-"
Summer zoned out slightly then, just thinking about all the things that lead up to this moment. She didn't think it was down to the moment when they both agreed to being friends with benefits, that was another book in Bucky and Summer's series that had closed off a long time ago. It started when they finally agreed to become boyfriend and girlfriend, it was her choice and that's why it worked out so well.
Steve had just been round to her house and told her that Bucky was at a bar on a date, and for some reason unbeknownst to Summer at that moment in time, she was furious. She stormed out of her house and made her way towards the bar which Bucky was in. She found him quite easily with his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a girl she'd never seen before.
She strutted over and stopped in front of the table with her right hand resting on her hip, "you need to leave," she spat rudely towards the girl. The girl looked appalled, resting her hand on Bucky's leg. When the girl didn't make any sign of movement she turned to Bucky, "James, tell her to leave, now."
Bucky sighed and removed his arm from the girls shoulder, though she looked extremely offended, he still agreed with Summer. "I'm sorry about this, but you should go."
The woman tried to leave with some dignity, strutting off with her heads held high.
"What do you think you're doing?" Summer bellowed.
Bucky just looked at her in mere boredom, "I'm on a date, y'know, trying to actually have a future with someone."
Summer rolled her eyes, not even thinking about what she was saying, just drowning in fury. "Oh, so what, you can't have a future with me?"
"No, Summer, I don't think us constantly sleeping together with no strings attached will lead to anything." He answered, taking a long sip of the beer in his hand. This just seemed to add more anger to her. He was the one who had wanted to be dating from the beginning and now he was just giving up without even telling her, he'd literally been ignoring her for two weeks and now she knows why. And she was more angry now because she cared about him, and it's all his fault.
She knew what she needed to do next, she really liked him and she felt like he was a person she couldn't lose in her life, she'd already lost way too many people. "...Then let's add strings," she begun shuffling, hopping from foot to foot.
"What?" He croaked, leaning forward in his seat.
"Gosh, you're really going to make me say this?" She huffed. "James Buchanan Barnes, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Aw, you care about me this much?" He chortled, grinning widely while getting comfortable again in his seat.
She glared towards him, "Shuddup."
He laughed and stood up from where he was sat, moving over towards her and giving her a big hug."I would love to be your boyfriend."
"Yeah, I'm expecting a lot of gifts. And chocolate." She muttered into his shoulder, putting her lips.
The pair left the church together, holding each others arms and matching grins on their faces, Summer threw the bouquet in the air and behind her it ended up hitting Clint's partner in crime in the head. She looked over to Clint and blushed a deep red while he put on a rather cheeky smile.
They said their final goodbyes with everyone and then left into the car, Bucky giving her a quick kiss. Finally, after 75 years, they finally got married. Another book closing on a part of their life while another one begins.
"There's something else, a surprise that you either take really well or really badly." He announced, bringing out a file filled with multiple pieces of paper.
Summer raised a curious eyebrow, "what are these? Divorce papers?" Though she was joking there was a genuine part of her that worried about it, instead of replying he just nodded his head towards the file, signalling for her to open it. And so she did.
Opening it, she found pictures of a brunette girl and a list of murders and different mission - it was a file on some random agent. She wasn't a SHIELD agent, but she was certainly part of the government. "Who is she?"
"Our daughter," Summer's head snapped up at that and she actually looked quite alarmed, "Nick gave it to me as a sort of wedding present I guess. I think we should go here, we have both the money and the time."
Summer was silent, her eyes downcast as she stared at the fully grown girl in the picture. She had some of Summer's features and long brown, just like her fathers. She'd missed so much of this girls life, what if their daughter didn't even want to know them. But then she thought about Bucky, and she knew that she would be able to cope as long as Bucky was with her. "Okay." she agreed.
THE END… FOR NOW