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 and Steve/Sharon. Rated M.

Divided We Fall

Chapter 25

Bucky smiled, and then a sad smile appears on his face as he looks at the photo of Rebecca and him before she had died. The funeral was next Monday, and everyone was organizing it. Kimberly and Martine were in charge of the flowers, while Bucky was writing his eulogy. He couldn't help but think of the speech that he had written at Steve and Sharon's wedding.

He had spoken to them earlier, and they were in Italy, specifically Napes. Sharon had said the baby was really active now and was excited.

Bucky was happy for them. They deserved the peace and quiet while it lasted for all of them.

He watched as Martine finished cooking the breakfast and handed him a plate with the food on it. She had changed into clothes, and was wearing a dark purple, short sleeved t-shirt nightgown that touched her knees, and had black cat paws on it.

"I enjoyed what we did last night," she said shyly. Bucky smiled at her as he pulled her into him tightly, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"I did too, doll."

Bucky couldn't help but feel grateful for having Martine at his side as they got ready for Rebecca's funeral. They were meeting John, Scott and Kimberly at the church. They drove there quietly, and they sat down next to them, along with Steve, Sharon and the others. All listened to the hymns playing. Bucky read his eulogy on Rebecca, and by the end of it, half of the people were crying, while others smiled sadly.

Martine held his hand tightly, and watched as John led everyone out. Everyone watched Rebecca being buried next to her husband, parents and two older brothers.

Bucky watched silently as everyone left after a bit, offering condolences before leaving. He gripped Martine's hand tightly, as they stood in silence for a while. She looks up at him and rests her head against his shoulder, looking down at the new name on the headstone. Martine smiles a bit.

"Rebecca was really sweet for the time I knew her. I wish I had known her longer." Bucky smiles a bit and then looks down at the ground.

"She already did like you because you had made all the nightmares go away. You made me feel...human. You still do." He looks down at her and sighs. "I'm just happy I have you. I've never been more happier at being forced to live with someone."

She chuckles and nods. "Yeah, that wasn't even that long ago. Look where we are now."

He smiles and wraps his arm around her, taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna miss her..."

"I know you will, but you aren't alone, baby," she says softly. "We're all here for you."

Bucky nods, and then pulls away from the grave. The ground was covered in a bit of snow. He looks down at her and sees a few flakes on her cheeks and on her nose. She looked like a picture.

"I remembered something from earlier...earlier on when we were together. You call me your wolf...am I still that?" he asks quietly. She looks up at him and smiles, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"James, you are that and so much more. You're my rock, my anchor...just mine in general. And you make me and so many other people happy, and I'm thankful to have you and the others in my life so much."

Bucky leans down and kisses her, flecks of snow coming between them, and he holds her close to his warm body, arms interlinked behind her. When he pulls back, he sighs, looking around.

"I could really go for a hamburger," he mumbles, causing her to chuckle.

"Let's go to Five Guys. Best burgers in town. C'mon." And together they head towards the nearest one, hand in hand.

It always seemed as soon as someone died, their relatives couldn't stop talking about them. That was how it was with Bucky. As he ate his burger inside the little Five Guys, he would tell nonstop stories of Rebecca as a child, and Martine would listen to every word.

Bucky had just finished telling her a story about how he had been only twenty one years old, and Rebecca had been eight years old. She had been sick with the flu so he and Steve had brought her sweets, and had gotten her a black teddy bear with two other teddy bears so she could be cheered up.

The love Bucky had for his sister was clear, and Rebecca had loved him just as much. Her death had pained him deeply, but he'd get through it.

"I'm happy she had a family and a life as well though. Kids and grandkids. Amazing to think about," he says quietly. She reaches over and takes his hand, smiling at him.

"Well, it's never too late to do that," she says softly. "Even if technically you're ninety-seven. Some old daddy you'd be." Bucky rolls his eyes and snorts, looking outside at the snow.

He thought of something quietly, looking back at her, and swallowed.

"I wanna get married and have children with you, Martine...when we're ready," Bucky revealed quickly. "I know it's crazy and everything but...with Becky and the wedding and just...it's all I've been thinking about. I don't have a ring or anything but...I just have a promise. Something I know I won't break."

Martine stared at him for a minute before smiling happily, and she had a soft look on her face.

"I'd like that. I'd really like that, James," she said honestly. Bucky smiled, and he took her hand tightly.

"Let's go home, doll," Bucky said quietly and she nodded. They paid the bill and took their food with them, as they headed back to the tower. It was snowing again.

They held hands as they walked into the tower, and saw everyone must have fallen asleep already. Martine fed Salem and Selene some cat food. They purred and she stroked them gently, as she suddenly began picturing a baby that she and Bucky had made.

Jasper Adam Laveau-Barnes.

He'd have Bucky's dark brown hair and his beautiful smile. Maybe even have a mixture of their eyes. She began booking an appointment with Helen and her OB/GYN for tomorrow morning. Might as well have a check-up if he was serious.

Her fertility clock was clicking. She saw Wanda smile at her as they heard Bucky in the shower.

"Don't tell anyone, but me and Adrian are thinking of planning a family soon," Wanda confided. Martine smiled wide and hugged her best friend tightly.

They both shared a look as they glanced at where Natasha and Clint were sleeping in their room, opposite Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel.

They could hear Natasha's unborn baby boy's thoughts, and the little man was getting big.

Bucky showered as he washed his hair, and thought of having a baby with Martine. A family with her. He pictured the image of what their baby boy would look like.

He'd probably have blonde or dark brown hair, maybe have a mixture of their eyes. He'd have Martine's smile and his nose, and then his mind drifted to their future baby girl.

A little baby with blonde hair, and her mother's beautiful crystal blue eyes, along with her beautiful smile. He shook his head and turned off the shower, seeing Martine say goodnight to Wanda, he wished her goodnight too, before following Martine inside.

She was taking off the black dress and black tights, her high heels already off. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, and kissed her neck.

"You really wanna marry me?"

He smiles and runs his hands up her sides. "There's no one else I'd rather marry, doll. Well, maybe someone back in the forties but..." He laughs as she hits him playfully on the shoulder, and then he turns her around to face her.

She was blushing and looking away. And it wasn't the shy kind. She seemed reluctant to even look up.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he mumbles, tilting her head up to look at him. "I told you when we're ready. It's not like it has to be even this year or the next, I-"

"No, it's not that, James," she says softly, looking away again before stepping towards the window. The streets of New York City glowed beneath her.

He walks over. "Then what is it?" he asks gently.

She sighs and bites her lip, before turning to him. "You can have any woman you want, James. Why me? Why settled for the girl who was harassed in college? The girl who never had any experience beforehand? The girl who had weird fucking powers and have screwed up in the past and-"

"Sweetheart, stop," he instantly says, closing the door to their bedroom. "And you're wrong, I can't get any girl."

"What are you talking about? Of course you could."

"No. I can't." He walks over to her, gesturing to outside. "Before I met you, yeah, I looked at girls. I'm a guy, we always look at girls, but they always looked away. No one accepted me for me. When they forced me to work with you, to protect you, I didn't want to because I knew you'd look at me the same, like everyone else."

He steps away and runs a hand through his hair, before shaking his head in shock.

"But you didn't. You were fucking interested in it, like a kid in a candy store, asking questions, touching it. To me, that was a breath of fresh air. And that was only the start. You didn't run when I tried to hurt you, you didn't scream or cry, you didn't call me a freak or a monster...you treated me like how I didn't deserve to be treated, but I loved it either way."

He walks back over to her and places his hands on her hips, looking at her calmly.

"I don't care about what happened back in college. Those fuckers can burn in hell for what they did. Scars aren't important to me. They're just as beautiful as you inside and out. And I don't give a shit about if you were experienced or not. That makes you pure, whole. Do you know how amazingly sexy it is that I'm the only man who has ever touched you so well that you've screamed my name?" he growls huskily to her.

Martine chuckles and smiles, before looking up at him. He brought a hand up to cup her cheek.

"And your powers...they're beautiful. They've helped with my memories, with my nightmares, my emotions...you've helped me in more ways than anyone has ever done in my life. Even Steve, and that's saying something. But if I have to say even MORE to convince you, here. I'll get down here to prove it."

He takes her hand and gets down on one knee, causing her to snort and shake her head, laughing. But there were sudden tears in her eyes, and she was grinning widely.

"Oh get up here, you big fool." She pulls him up and wraps her arms around him, holding him close to her. He lifts her up into his arms and pushes her against the wall, her legs going around him. And then she smiles brightly, pulling back. "I love you so much," she murmurs.

For a moment he just looked at her, studying her as if she was the only woman he'd ever seen. Which, granted, given his memory issues, she sort of was. Awful connotations aside, it was not a look she was used to getting. It heated her skin and melted her a little inside. When he lowered his mouth to kiss the soft skin of her breast, there was an almost reverence to it. Then he took her nipple between his teeth and tugged, and her thoughts scattered. She already taken off her clothes when changing before.

"I love you too, so fucking much...you're my girl," Bucky said quietly, and kissed her passionately.

She dug her hands into his hair, though she tried not to grip too tightly. His right hand came up and shaped her other breast, stroking and tugging until he was ready to bring his mouth over. She felt fingers of his left hand curl into the waistband of her panties, and the new sensation, plus the anticipation of what he'd do next, caused a noise that was almost a whimper to bubble out of her.

He froze and lifted his head a little, gaze on her face. There was something different in his eyes, something cool and remote. They looked as they had when he'd cradled her in the lower end of New Orleans as she bled in his arms after being shot. The Soldier's eyes.

"Mine?" He whispered, breaking the kiss to watch her.

Martine blushed and nodded. "Yes," she whispered, her body relaxing into the mattress of his bed. "All yours," she promised, spreading her legs to cradle him between her thighs.

Bucky grinned darkly, a wolfish look in his eyes and leaned down, kissing her again. He slipped his right arm under her back, deftly undoing her bra. She lifted her arms and let him pull the fabric off of her.

He kissed his way down her chest, smiling as she brought her hands to his hair, her fingers slipping through his hair.

"James, please," she moaned hoarsely as he slowly sucked one nipple into his mouth. She whimpered loudly at the sensation.

Her whimpering made something snap in Bucky. He pulled away from her suddenly, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

"James," she whispered, her eyes wide as she watched his breathing change to his sniper breathing. His hands tightened on her, like he was trying to hurt her. "James," she repeated.

Bucky stood up, snapping out of his mind frame. "No," he whispered, quickly releasing her. He almost fell over himself, trying to get away from her. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"James it's alright, I'm fine." Martine reassured as she ran her hands through his dark brown hair and looked at him in the eye evenly, no anger or fear in her dark blue eyes.

Bucky checked her still and saw slight finger marks from where his fingers had gripped onto her, he felt ashamed and bowed his head in self - hatred then but she tilted his face up.

"Look at me, James." Martine said softly but firmly, he looked at her and pulled her into his arms then tightly.

"I frightened you." Bucky growled angrily, and Martine cupped his face then gently, her dark brown eyes meeting his dark grey eyes then calmly, tenderly.

"No, please believe me when I say you didn't frighten me." Martine said softly but firmly and kissed him softly, tenderly on the lips, causing him to cup her face with his metal hand. "I was afraid that you'd punish yourself for thinking you hurt me." How could she still want him? He was a wild, untamed animal but Martine was here, kissing him and not showing any disgust to him.

"My girl." He whispered softly, nuzzling her neck tenderly and placed kisses over her neck.

"My winter soldier, my man." Martine promised honestly, lacing her fingers with his as his metal hand palmed her breasts.

Cool metal fingers slid through damp folds to her sex, making her shiver. She sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation, eyes wide. He was watching her reaction and repeated the motion. "This all right?" She nodded, not trusting her voice, and he gave a wicked grin.

He lowered his mouth back to her breasts as his fingers explored her. He found her clit and stroked experimentally, firm, light; fast, slow. After a moment he made a noise of frustration and shifted hands, bracing himself on the left and stroking her with his right. The feel of his warm, coarse fingers against her made her moan. A smile ghosted over his face at that. She felt him stroke lower, circling her entrance, before slipping one, then two fingers inside.

She arched, hips coming off the bed at the sensation. His eyes darkened in an entirely different way and he kissed her roughly, fingers moving inside her, stretching her gently. His thumb found her clit again and he rubbed it in tandem with his fingers. Trusting that he had the Soldier under control, Martine let herself go. She gasped and moaned, clutching at his shoulders, his arms, rocking with his rhythm as he drove her higher, heat pooling inside.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, couldn't handle any more sensation, he dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive peak. That little spark of almost-pain tipped her over the edge. She said his name on a broken cry, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder as she rode it out. His arm slipped underneath her, holding her tightly as she shuddered.

He rested his head on the pillow by her head, breathing hard. When she could move again she slid her arm around his back, hugging him silently a moment before turning her head and kissing him. He sank into the kiss with a groan and she could taste how very little control he had left.

She ran her hands down his back and into the waist band of his sweatpants, pushing them down, past his hip, until his erection sprang free. She felt him go still until she wrapped one long leg around his, drawing his cock to her entrance. "Please," she whispered into his mouth. "Please, please." She repeated the word until he sank into her, driving forward in one smooth stroke, filling her up. She gasped at the feel of him, head tipping back. He kissed her throat, teeth scraping against her pulse point as he started to move, thrusting into her.

So good. It felt so good. He took a few moments to learn her body, watch her reactions, then he let go, hips pumping as his rhythm grew harder, faster. He tangled his metal hand into her hair, fisting it so she felt that tug on her scalp. He held her still and kissed her, tongue invading her mouth in the same rhythm as their bodies.

It was fast, and almost rough. She clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders, flesh on one side, and hard metal on the other. He broke the kiss and ran his mouth along her jaw, then her throat. He bit lightly and she bucked into him.

'Don't hold back, James. I trust you,' Martine said telepathically.

And don't hold back he did. He went as hard as he could, until the headboard was banging against the wall. Her legs wrapped around him and he sunk deep into her, a growl emitting from deep in his throat.

Her head flew back against the pillow, and she ran her hands down his shoulders, her nails dragging down his back as pleasure soared through her at a fast pace, over and over. It was like a pre-orgasm, which felt just as good.

He bites down on her neck, feeling him suckle at the bruise that was bound to form, and then grips her hips tightly with one hand, metal in her hair. "Fucking so beautiful...all mine..." he growls into her ear before she pulls his head back into kissing her.

It was a few moments later she felt the familiar tug of a rope in her stomach, the need to let go, and Bucky could feel that too. He thrust deep and hard inside her, moving his dark eyes to look at her.

"Cum hard, sweetheart," he grows huskily. "Nice and hard for your soldier. C'mon."

Her hands dig into his shoulders as she came, pussy tightening around his hard cock. He kept moving and moving until he felt himself sputter, and he let himself go inside her, spilling himself into her warmth. He lets out a low, rush of breath and collapses next to her.

She instantly moves so that she was half on top of him and half on the bed. He runs a hand through her hair, looking up at her with tired but loving eyes. And then he leans forward, kissing her head.

"Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes," she mumbles jokingly before looking down at him. "I think I like that."

"Better, because there's not gonna be anyone else," he mutters against her neck. She smiles and brings a hand up to cup his face.

"What? Afraid I'll leave you for someone better? There isn't," she chuckles. "You're the best."

"I'm the only one you've ever known."

"And I don't need to know anyone else." She strokes his cheek. "Why are you almost regretting what happened?" He sighs and shakes his head, before moving her so that she was lying on the bed.

"I just can't be without you, baby," he says softly. "I can't."

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