Summary: A year after the civil war, the Avengers are still divided with friendships broken and loyalties torn when they are sent to find a powerful young woman whose life has been destroyed by HYDRA. While Bucky seeks redemption, Martine seeks to get revenge on the people who murdered her grandmother. Co – Written with WalkingPotterGirl14. Bucky/OC, Wanda/OC, Clint/Natasha, Tony/Pepper and Steve/Sharon. Rated M for graphic language, violence and eventual sexual scenes.

Divided We Fall

Chapter 1

Martine Emilia Laveau sighed as she sorted through the weekly bills. Ever since her father had died, the bills had never stopped coming.

Martine looked around the house that she had grown up in since she had been born. Her father had raised her by himself, along with his mother. Her grandmother after her mother had walked out on them after finding out her daughter was different.

Different as in being able to do magic and read people's minds. Her father had told her that she shouldn't be ashamed of who she was, and that she could help people.

Her grandmother Agatha cared deeply about her, and had given her an old book to read through, telling her it would help her learn more about her powers.

Martine sighed as she ran a hand through her blonde locks. She then looked at a letter and stilled.

'Dear Miss Laveau.'

'We would like to discuss the land that you live on, as we would be interested in buying the land.'

These people wanted to buy her land?

"What the hell?" she mumbles. Why would they want her home? What did she have to offer?

It wasn't even a big place. Her parents had never been that rich, like, ever, so it was just a simple home. Why is it her land they wanted? They could have easily just gone with the neighbours.

Martine felt herself slug into her chair. Well there was no way in hell she would let her family's home be taken away from her just like that. Even if the bills didn't stop coming. She wasn't that desperate for money.

She stands and walks to her kitchen, grabbing a drink. Maybe it was smart.

Or maybe it was just some fucker trying to screw with her mind.

"Dicks," she mumbles as she takes a drink. She didn't want to be caught up in this. Why did they have to send that letter?

At that moment she realized she didn't even check the return address, so she walks over, picks up the letter, and tries to see who exactly sent this to her.

Wolfgang Oil Company. It was a German company. She grabbed her cup of coffee and headed to the living room, where she saw her black laptop.

Martine turned it on and waited for it to turn on. She looked outside the French windows. The house looked out to the bayou, and Martine loved her home.

She wouldn't sell the house, her grandmother loved this, and it had so many happy memories for Martine. She clicked on the mouse, and got an open tab.

Martine then got on Google and typed in 'Wolfgang Oil Company,' and saw a site that belonged to them.

Martine cautiously clicked on it and stared in disbelief then. They were a worldwide company, with offices in England, New York, New Orleans, Chins, Japan and Sokovia.

She took in deep breaths then and decided to go check on her grandmother, who was outside in the garden. She headed out there as the humidity hit her.

Martine tied up her blonde hair and observed her grandmother for a while. The woman pulled out some weeds. They had a vegetable patch, an herb patch, and a greenhouse.

The family cat, Salem sat by the old oak tree, his black fur showing some red. Martine walked over.

Salem came up and rubbed himself against her legs, before heading inside. Martine sinks down to her grandmother's knees and smiles. "How're you doing?"

Agatha looks at her and smiles back. "Oh just fine. Humidity is just bad today, you know?"

Martine nods, sitting on the grass. "Oh, I know." She looks around and sighs. "But it is a nice day."

Agatha looks at her and her brow furrows. "You know you can't be playing game with me, sweetie." The blonde's brow furrowed. "You are worried about something. What is it?"

Martine shakes her head. "It's nothing, grandma."

"It's never nothing when it has you involved. C'mon, tell me."

Martine looks at her quietly before a sigh escapes her lips. "It's just...this stupid Oil Company sent a letter. Wanted to buy our home. But I wouldn't ever do that. This place is ours. No one else's."

"I know you wouldn't do that, my beau petite fille," Agatha said fondly. She kissed her granddaughter's forehead tenderly, and calling her beautiful granddaughter in French.

Martine smiled and hugged her tightly, before going to help her with the rest of the gardening.

James Buchanan Barnes stared at his metal left hand in silence. It had been three months since the civil war between his best friend Steve Rodgers and Tony Stark.

He was cleared of any crimes, as he had been brainwashed, but he couldn't help but want to redeem himself for the crimes he had done while under the control of HYDRA.

Monster.

Bucky grinded his teeth then and decided to go to the meeting room. He was supposed to meet Steve at 8:00 AM. So he pulled on a black shirt, before leaving his room.

He looks back down at his arm and sighs. He had to admit that he had gotten used to it, but it still didn't change the fact that it was still just a piece of metal. Not real. Not anything.

Just to replace the old.

He hated looking like he walked straight outta Terminator with this arm, but he guessed it was what had to happen. Besides, he could fight really well with it at this point.

When he opens the door, Steve is waiting inside, looking out the window. Bucky walks forward and Steve turns. He smiles, but it never seemed to reach his eyes. The events of the war had really take a toll on him.

"How you doing Bucky?"

"Better. Tired but good. What's the meeting for?"

"Fury says that they've located another Inhuman, only this one is similar to Wanda, but...she can do magic. Doesn't help that HYDRA's after her," Steve said tiredly.

Bucky grimaced. He felt sorry for the unfortunate woman who had the misfortune of getting HYDRA's attention drawn to her. HYDRA wasn't exactly known to be kind to the people who piqued their interest and intrigue.

Sharon Carter entered then. Bucky watched as his best friend's face brightened up a bit. The rest of the team entered, minus Thor, who was searching for the Infinity Stones.

Tony Stark entered quietly with Rhodey. They both looked at Steve, who simply turned away, while Clint Barton nodded at all of them, but ignored Tony and T'Challa.

Wanda Maximoff entered then with a young dark haired man, who seemed to be in his early to mid-thirties. He was rough-looking, and Bucky thought he looked like a biker with the leather angel vest.

"Why am I here?" The man asked angrily.

"Because we believe you and your sister are in danger from HYDRA, and Home Secretary Thaddeus Ross," Director Nick Fury informed him. He stilled.

"Leave Martine out of this. She's innocent along with our grandmother! Why can't you people just leave us alone in peace?! I left so my sister and Grandmama would be safe!" The man said angrily. Bucky could tell the man was pissed off.

Natasha Romanoff entered and sat down next to Clint, who didn't show any emotion. He instead spoke up to the younger man, who was clearly fearing for his family's safety.

"We're not here to hurt you, Adrian," Wanda spoke reassuringly. The man who had been called Adrian clenched his jaw.

He then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing painful scars on his tanned skin then.

"They did that to me. Tony Stark's little prison did that to me just because I didn't want to register under the Superhero Act. My best friend is dead because of you and you expect me to trust you all?!"

Bucky runs a hand through his hair at hearing the man's anger. He didn't think in all his life he had seen someone so angry at such a simple statement. Whatever happened to him must have really fucked him up.

But Steve comes forward a bit, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Look, what happened was bad. All of us know. And you have every right not to trust us. But this is for your sister, for your family. She is a powerful person, and people will take advantage of that."

Adrian glares still, his hands curled into fists, before they slowly rested flat against his legs. "I don't want her to get hurt. She needs to be okay. Both of them. They don't deserve anything that comes to them, but I don't know..."

Wanda looks at the others before walking towards him. "Your sister, she has powers like me, right? She can read people's minds? Control how they act?"

Adrian nods, looking at her quietly.

"What these people have done have screwed up a lot, what we've done, but I'm a first-hand person in saying that she will be protected at all costs if you let us help. I was once like her and these people kept me safe. You may not be able to trust their word, but you can trust mine."

"Alright fine, I'll work with you all, but if any of your team try anything..." Adrian warned. Everyone could feel the energy coming off him in waves.

"Yeah, you'll kill us," Clint said dryly as he glanced at Natasha briefly, before looking away. They were given the dossier on Martine and Adrian, and all looked at Steve.

"Suit up and meet at the quinjet in ten minutes," Steve instructed. Everyone nodded as they left, but Bucky stayed behind. He glanced at Steve.

His friend was having a tense stand-off with Tony, which was only broken by the appearance of Pepper Potts.

"I got some more information on Martine and Agatha...why are you two looking at each other like that?" Pepper asked alarmed, as she saw Tony and Steve glaring at each other.

"Because Stark's pissed that Cap won the fight and Stark didn't for once. Deal with it. The registration act is a bad idea," Clint said bitterly as he glanced at T'Challa, who glanced back at the archer.

"You feel betrayed by Natasha?" The prince of Wakanda asked calmly as he glanced at him.

Clint stared. "I feel betrayed by the people who were supposed to be like a second family. By the people we were all supposed to work together with. And because of this war, we're even more divided than we were before. That's what I'm pissed at."

With that, Clint leaves the room, and Bucky looks over at Steve.

That wasn't that unexpected now. Everyone felt the same way Clint did with their own personal views. And he was right. They would never be the same.

Steve shakes his head and looks at Bucky. "You sure you're up for this? After all the stuff that's happened?"

Bucky nods. He didn't care. He had to make himself useful somehow, and this would be it. "I'm not just gonna sit around. Just because of what happened to me doesn't mean it'll stop me from trying to help. Besides...that Adrian guy is angry. Really don't want to piss him off."

"Yeah, he's like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off if someone says the wrong thing," Steve said grimly. He nodded at him as he went to suit up, and Bucky went to put his own suit on.

He just hoped nothing bad happened to any of the team. They couldn't take any more losses.

Martine finished her waitressing shift, and saw it was now nearly 11:00 PM at night. Her boss, Justin, was a good guy, but she had never told anyone aside from her father, her grandmother, her godmother Jeannette Laveau, and her estranged older brother Adrian about her powers.

Yeah, people would freak out if they found out that their waitress was a witch with the ability to read minds, manipulate people and use magic.

Her grandmother had helped her train in using them, but when it became clear that she was dangerous, her mother had taken her to a group of people who had done something to her. Martine couldn't remember what exactly, but she had terrible nightmares ever since that night when she had been nine years old.

'You're the Devil's child,' her mother had said coldly when Martine had tried to hug her. Her mother had responded by pushing her away and called her a freak.

Those memories hurt to even think about. The remote thought of a mother pushing away a child because of some bad ability they had was heartbreaking. But here she was, years later. And she had no clue where her mother was.

Somewhere in fucking Guam probably.

"See you tomorrow, Justin!" she calls out before leaving. She hears him call back, and then she gets into her car, making her way back to the house. Today wasn't that bad.

With her powers she could read patrons minds, and sometimes the things they said were just absolutely insane, of hilariously funny. Today she had read a teenage boy's mind. He was freaking out about asking someone out on a date.

Ah the dating game. She hadn't even dated anyone since her father had passed away. She just didn't feel anything anymore, and she was trying to keep her grandma going as well.

Besides, what kind of guy would want a girl like her? Despite the pride she took in her powers, she did still think she was a freak. No one else was like her, at least from what she knew.

Maybe dating just wasn't meant to be.

"And I'm okay with that," she whispers quietly to herself.

She was ok with it for the most part, but sometimes she'd look at the couples who clearly loved each other and feel sad that she'd never find someone who loved her for being her.

That was how her life was though. She'd always be alone. Forever. Wow, she sounded like some emo teenager. Great.

She started driving back to the house then, which was away from the city. After some road was out behind her, she arrived.

The lights were off as she parked her old but very loved black 1976 Chevrolet Impala. After a moment she killed the engine, before coming out of the car and headed into the house.

She unlocked the door and stroked Salem, who purred. They entered the hallway and saw the house was quiet. Too quiet. Martine cautiously turned on the lights and headed into the kitchen.

She screamed at the sight that was before her.

Her grandmother's body was on the floor, covered in blood, and there were stab wounds on her upper torso. Martina stared in horror at what had happened.

"Grandmama!"

She sinks down to her knees, trying to see if she could possibly see any sign of her being alive, but there was nothing. She was gone. The last person in her life gone.

"No...NO!"

Her screaming didn't even register in her mind. She felt things go flying off the walls and counters, breaking into a million pieces. Shards of glass came off the windows and scattered around her.

She was alone.

"No...Please!" She begged. This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening.

Grandma was dead. Agatha was gone. Everything her life had been working towards to keep around was gone.

She stands and sees a note, attached right to her grandma's body. It was a symbol. A skull with multiple tentacles coming out. It was red and black. And if was deadly.

"What the fuck?" She whispers. "Who...who is..." Who the hell were these people?!

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