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 2

Why had they attacked her grandmother of all people? She was innocent, kind. Sure, Agatha had a sharp tongue but she was very much loved and respected by the local town, and by her grandchildren.

And some sick group of bastards had murdered her in cold blood. And for what? Just so they could get their hands on the family land that had belonged to the Laveau family since New Orleans had been built? Was it that valuable?

'Over my dead body,' Martine thought enraged. She shakily called an ambulance, and the local police. She felt a few lone tears slide down her cheeks.

She was alone. Something had died inside of her on that fateful night of March the twenty-ninth, Tuesday night.

The night had been hell. The police had arrived, and they had asked her questions, but knew she had nothing to do with it. She'd been at work and the coroner had said that Agatha had died around nine PM, two hours after Martine had left. Right after Agatha had come back from her local bingo club.

Martine was now staring at the corner of the kitchen where she had found her grandmother's body last night. She'd been plagued with nightmares all night long, and blamed herself for her grandmother's murder.

Thank God for Jeannette.

The woman had come to her home the moment she heard, and comforted her whenever she broke down. When the nightmares came, she would hold her. And when they ended she would leave, knowing Martine needed to be left alone for a bit.

She was there. At least for now.

Was this how it was going to be? Some fuckers tracking her every move until they killed every last person she loved?

Well, two could play at that game.

"Sweetie?" Martine cringes at the name and then looks up. Jeanette had made her some coffee. "Need some?"

"Yeah." She takes the mug easily, sipping it with an almost air of curiosity. "Why would they kill her for this land? I don't get it...I..."

Jeanette takes her hands and looks at her quietly. "I don't know either. Whoever they are, they are bad people. We can't get involved with this."

Martine looks up at her and shakes her head. "I need to get involved in this. I need to find the people who killed her. I need to. I have the power, the abilities-"

"I don't want you getting killed!" Jeanette cried at her. "Seeing your grandmother dead is enough!"

"This could save your life," Martine hisses before shaking her head. "Look...you know I have the capabilities to hunt down these people, and I'm not waiting for you to say yes or no. I'm doing this. One way or another."

Jeannette sighed heavily. She looked at the young blonde haired woman who was wearing a pair of blue ripped jeans, and a black tank top. Her feet were bare aside from the black star tattoo on her left ankle.

"Alright...I'll help you," Jeannette agreed. Martine smiled then, and they planned on how to use her powers properly, but also on how to fight as well.

Martine couldn't help but want to protect her city of the night. New Orleans was her home, and she would make her grandmother's killers pay for her death.

She wished Adrian was here though.

Her older brother had gone missing during the war between the superheroes, a year ago. He'd gone to New York to help Captain America, but he'd gone missing during a fight. He had been listed as deceased by the police.

Her whole family aside from Jeanette, Beatrice and Jax were gone, and she hated Tony Stark more than ever.

If only he hadn't betrayed Captain America.

While getting ready on the quinjet as they flew in the sky, Bucky saw Sharon answer a phone call, noting that her face paled. She swallowed before nodding.

"Thanks, Pepper...I'll tell the team and Adrian," Sharon said quietly. Adrian looked at her from where he sat beside Wanda and Clint, his face stoic. But his piercing blue eyes betrayed his emotions.

"What's going on? What happened?" he asked quietly.

Sharon took a deep breath.

"Adrian, I'm so sorry...your grandmother Agatha was found murdered last night, and the police have linked it to HYDRA. They found a picture of a skull with tentacles beside the body," Sharon said gently.

Adrian said nothing to that. His eyes darkened, and he seemed to struggle with what he was hearing.

"HYDRA...murdered my Grandmama?" He asked quietly, his heavy Cajun accent coming out then.

Sharon nods her head. "I'm so sorry...your sister found her after work."

Adrian looks down at the ground before suddenly standing and knowing over one of the tables. He was angry, and it was evident in his eyes. He suddenly turns to where Tony was, his hand focused on his throat.

Bucky could see what was coming, so he came forward and knocked the man forcefully into the wall. Adrian easily manipulated him onto the ground, his eyes glowing red, but Bucky raises a hand.

"We know you're mad," he says quickly. "But you don't want to do this. Think of your family."

"I have none!"

"Your sister," Bucky probes, which causes Adrian's tense stance to waiver. "She needs you right now. She doesn't need you to be like this."

Adrian stares down at Bucky, the tension in the room completely evident, until the young man dropped onto a chair, his face in his hands.

"They're gonna go after her next...after all of my family...everyone's going to die." Bucky grabs Steve's hand as he holds it out to him, and the two look at Adrian.

"It's not...we'll figure everything out once we get there."

Adrian said nothing to that. His eyes flashed dark red then for a minute and he turned away. Wanda moved to sit by him and spoke to him quietly.

Wanda knew loss only too well. She had lost her parents and a year ago had lost Pietro, her older twin brother.

Adrian turned to Tony then.

"Can I ask you something? It's been bugging me, and being in your head is like being in a machine that's broken," Adrian asked curiously. Tony looked at him.

"What do you wanna know?" he asked quietly.

"Why did you betray everyone? I mean, you and the Cap over there were good friends, then you decided to go to war with him all because he was trying to defend Bucky from being treated like a criminal," Adrian asked curiously.

Tony glanced at the others, and saw they were waiting for him to answer. He sighed.

"Because of what Ultron did."

"What do you mean because of Ultron?"

"That was completely on you," Clint states, looking at Tony. "You made Ultron. Not us."

"I know that!" Tony snaps before regaining his composure. "Ultron is the reason thousands of civilians were killed, why cities were almost wiped out from our fights. I didn't want anything else like that to happen."

Adrian shakes his head and looks outside. "Tony, you're being hypocritical. In fact, I'm pretty sure you and Bruce were a reason as to why a city was destroyed."

"That was Wanda."

"I didn't want to control him!" She snaps at him. "I had to. I was practically forced to. Ultron would have killed me!"

"You're still the reason I had to fight him in the FIRST place!"

"ENOUGH!"

Steve's voice rang out in the jet, causing everyone to jump. They all look over, and the tension was slowly decreasing. Steve's was increasing.

"Look, what happened, happened. We can't change it. Right now, we have to focus on getting to Martine before HYDRA does. If they get to her...we are all dead. Adrian is powerful, but Martine is something more sinister and dangerous. If we keep fighting, nothing is going to get solved, so everyone just shut up and SIT DOWN!"

At his loud voice, everyone sat, just like that, and Steve let out a deep breath.

"There we go," he mumbles before turning to Bucky. "You good?"

"Yeah."

"Good." He turns back to the pilot's seat. "Sharon? Pick up speed. We gotta get there soon."

"On it, Steve," Sharon said calmly, and sped up until they had reached New Orleans. Bucky chose that time to read over Martine's file.

'Name: Martine Emilia Laveau.

Nationality: American.

Race: Caucasian.

D.O.B: October the 31st, 1994.

Eye Color: Blue.

Hair Color: Dark Blonde.

Height: 5 ft. seven

Weight: 138 pounds

Languages: English, French Creole, Cajun French, Latin, Spanish and Russian, Japanese, see details for more.

Education: Attended Georgia State University and has master degrees in Mythology and Anthropology.

Family:

Quinn Laveau: Father - Deceased

Carla Laveau: Mother - Unknown.

Adrian Laveau: Brother - Alive.

Agatha Laveau: Grandmother - Deceased.

Abilities: Control the mind, psionic powers, has suspected magical and supernatural abilities and suspected telepathy and telekinesis.'

"Got yourself a friend, Wanda," he mutters before going back to the languages. "Jesus, this girl can speak so many languages. You sure she's not already a part of S.H.E.I.L.D?"

Steve shakes his head. "Trust me. We would know. She's multi-talented, at least from the files we've read." He looks outside and then nods at Sharon. "Land it here."

She nods, and slowly the jet slows down until it hits the ground, and everyone piles out. Steve nods at Bucky and Wanda, as well as Adrian.

"You three, come with me to go get her. The test of you, stay around the houses area and make sure nothing comes her way. HYDRA is still in this area most likely. Can't have her get taken."

They nod, and then the four of them head towards where the house would be. Steve nods at Adrian.

"Have a clue where?"

"Just down the street. Not that far. We can get there. Shit...I hope she hasn't destroyed the place."

"What the hell does that mean?" Bucky asked wearily.

"Martine tends to get emotional, and when she's emotional, things tend to get torn apart into pieces. She's scary when she's angry. Our house might be an example of it right now," he says grimly.

"Let's hope we don't frighten her then," Natasha said quietly. She glanced at Clint who remained silent but nodded at her. They quietly ventured into the house.

No one was there.

The house was deserted and the windows had no glass. Shards were still on the floor. Bucky guessed that Martine had done that when she had found her grandmother's body.

"I'll check upstairs," Bucky said quietly. He cautiously went up the stairs and saw the hallway had framed photos. There was one of Martine in a frame.

He looked at it quietly.

She had long wavy dark blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her skin was tanned in the photo, and she was wearing a necklace that looked like a crescent moon.

Bucky then saw a bedroom and opened it. The door squeaked ajar and he saw a room painted dark soothing plum colors, along with bands and singers on it. There was a painting of the famous Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau.

There were a lot of books in the bookcases and bookshelves. Some of the books were really old, and there was black cat fur on the bed. He observed the room and saw the car parked outside.

Martine was clearly out somewhere.

"Where the hell did she go?" he mumbles.

He looks around the room for a bit before seeing a map of New Orleans. Hoping to see something, he looks over, but no traces.

It was like she jumped off the face of the earth.

"What the hell is going on?" he mutters, heading out of the room. Steve comes up, brow furrowed.

"Anything?"

"Just cat hair. That's it."

"Cat hair...wait a second. Natasha. Get up here!" The spy runs up and Steve grabs the hair, giving it to her. "Analyse that in the machine."

She nods while leaving, and Bucky raises an eyebrow at him. "How is cat hair gonna help us find her?"

"Don't know for sure, but that cat might have been pet. Her fingerprints would be on it. It might give us a lead as to where she is," Steve explains.

Wow. Bucky felt dumb. He should have thought of that. But then again, he didn't know they had a fucking analyser just out of the wazoo.

The two men head back downstairs, seeing Natasha studying over a laptop. Her brow was furrowed in concentration.

"Anything yet, Nat?" Steve asks, looking at the screen in curiosity.

"Yeah, the cat is called Salem and he was adopted by Martine three years ago from a local no kill shelter. But still no lead to where she is," Natasha explained. A photo of Martine came up with a black cat that had mesmerizing green eyes.

"No offense, but this Martine chick sounds like a witch," Tony commented as they searched around the bedroom. Wanda came across a bookshelf that had books in different languages.

"Are these...grimoires?" Wanda asked curiously. Adrian nodded, silent as he walked over.

"Yeah. They're spell books that belonged to the Laveau family since the founding of New Orleans. I guess Grandma left them to me and Martine after she died," Adrian said quietly.

"Who's this?" Bucky asked curiously. He nodded at a photo of a dark haired young woman in the photo. Adrian recognized her instantly then.

"That's Jeannette Lefort. She's our godmother, and her daughter Beatrice is one of Martine's few friends, along with her husband Jax," Adrian explained wearily.

"Where can we find them?" Steve asked urgently.

"At the French Quarter."

"Then let's get going," Tony states, already heading out the door. The others nod, and then head out as well, making sure they had everything they needed.

"Think she'll be there?" Bucky asks Steve.

"No clue. Just gotta keep looking. Hope she's not with HYDRA."

Bucky hoped so too, for the girl's sake. Martine was a pretty girl from the pictures he could see. HYDRA would eat her up and spit her back out into the streets. They would fuck her up real good.

Just like what they did to him.

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