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 6

"That, and...I killed his parents while being controlled by HYDRA. It's partly why Steve and Tony fought, among other things. They saw the Superhero Registration Act in different ways," Bucky said darkly as he flexed his metal fingers. "How did you know my name?"

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean? Bucky?"

"No. James."

There was almost a sense of spite in his tone, but a look of realization came on her face. "Oh! James. Fury told me. Before I came to the apartment he told me about you and what HYDRA did. It convinced me to join because I didn't want to end up doing what you did."

He looks down at the ground. "So you think I'm a monster just like everyone else."

Her brow furrows before she comes over to him. "No. I didn't say-" She places a hand on his shoulder, the metallic one, and instantly his hand came up and crushed it. She cringes before looking at him. "Bucky!"

"You're afraid. Just like everyone else."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are. It's why I'm here. Why everyone is keeping you safe. Why you're with us." He was practically growling.

She suddenly snaps at her eyes glow purple. She forces his hand off her wrist, causing him to back up, and she stands, walking towards him.

"Damn it, Bucky. I don't think you're a monster. Not now. What I said is that I didn't want to end up like brainwashed you. What you did was under command, and I don't want that to happen to me. I didn't say you ARE a monster. At one point, yes, you were. But that wasn't the man I'm talking to now. That was someone else. And you need to accept that too. Now shut up, sit down, and wait for dinner."

She pushes him with a surprise amount of force and walks back to the kitchen, huffing. He looks down at his body before his arm. How was she still not running after what he just did?

"You're some girl," he mumbles. She snorts.

"Right. I'm just 'some dame,' right?" She didn't mean to feel angry about the comment from earlier. It was stupid. But it still got to her.

"I didn't mean that. I just didn't what you getting hurt. And things get hurt when I'm around. I'm a time bomb. I could kill anyone I care about with a trigger. I nearly crushed your hand...if I end up killing you..." His words trail off.

He really didn't believe in anything about himself. Martine sighs before coming forward.

"Look. While you're here protecting me, I'll try to help you."

"You can't."

"You don't know that. I can try to get you through the triggers, help you get through the flashbacks and the anger. Maybe I can even make those brainwashed parts go away. I don't know. But I'll try. I'm not scared of you. No matter what."

That was lie. She was a bit scared of him. He had that scary stance, those eyes that just screamed 'step back.' But she wasn't a coward. She liked a challenge. He most certainly was one, that was for sure.

But to be honest, he didn't scare her that much, and neither did his 'Soldier,' side scare her. Even though she had only seen that side of him briefly. Maybe it was how he was acting...but he didn't seem that bad.

Martine decided to take a risk and touched his metal hand, not flinching. She felt the cool metal against her warm skin, and in that moment, he didn't scare her in any way. Even though he had nearly broke her hand.

Privately, Martine thought he looked handsome in a bad boy way. With his dark brown hair that barely touched his shoulders, and his black clothes.

Her mother would have a fit if she knew who she was hanging out with. Her mother had always called people who were gifted, freaks, and seeing her and Adrian displaying their powers only made it worse. Carla had been ashamed of what her children were.

Bucky, however, screamed bad boy, like a biker. She noticed that he held her hand tightly.

"You...aren't afraid of me?" Bucky asked quietly. He looked at the dirty blonde haired young woman, who seemed completely fearless. She looked at him intently.

"Not as much as I should be. But no, I'm not, but you should be afraid of me...everyone aside from Adrian, Jeannette, Jax and Beatrice thinks I'm some sort of Voodoo High Priestess, or a witch," Martine answered truthfully. "Including Tony."

Bucky looks at her quietly before squeezing her hand with his metal one, and she looks up, her eyes connecting with his. "I don't think that."

"You're the Winter Soldier. You're not afraid of anything."

"I'm afraid of reverting back to my old self," he admits. "I'm afraid of hurting you, or hurting someone else with my triggers. I'm afraid of myself...but I'm not afraid of some punk who can read minds."

She noticed there was a bit of sarcasm to his tone, but it was playful, a side she didn't see at all. She scoffs. "Pft. I could hang you off a roof."

"I could throw you off it."

"Nope."

"Yeah."

"Nada."

"Si."

She bites her lip before shaking her head. "Hea."

"Da."

"Oh come on, you speak Russian too?" She mumbles. Bucky chuckles at her grumbly expression.

"I speak everything, doll." She snorts at the nickname before standing.

"Whatever, Barnes. Keep acting like that and you get no dinner," she chastises before heading towards the kitchen, but she had a slight smirk on her face.

She actually heard Bucky chuckle at her words, and she had a feeling that maybe this wouldn't be as bad as it was made to be.

The next morning, Martine woke up with a groan, running a hand through her hair. She climbs out of her bed, letting Salem, before making her way into the living room, where it still smelt like dinner from last night.

And the she spots him.

Bucky was sitting on the couch watching TV, and he wasn't wearing anything. Well, sweatpants were on, but no shirt. And she had completely forgotten he was there, because she was only in a pair of panties and an oversized T-shirt that had a giant Panda on it.

He looks up, and says nothing to her attire but a raised eyebrow. And then a bit of lips turned up into a smirk.

"Nice shirt," he states. She rolls her eyes and walks towards the kitchen.

"Whatever. I forgot you were here." She pours some Frosted Flakes and saw he was watching something on the TV. "What's on?"

"Don't...know." She raises an eyebrow and walks over, sitting next to him on the couch. Of, it was easy. It was SpongeBob. "What the hell is this?"

"It's a cartoon. Have you ever seen cartoons?" He shakes his head. "Well, usually they're meant for kids but adults enjoy them too. Like animated movies and stuff. You know what movies are, right?"

"Not that old."

"Coulda fooled me. Well, SpongeBob is kinda weird, but he's a cute little sponge that I died to love watching." He looks down at her and then looks at her cereal. She sees him looking, and offers the bowl. "Want some?"

She was chuckling, and he glares at her. "I haven't been around for years."

"I know. It's just cute how a brave and strong guy like you doesn't know what Frosted Flakes or SpongeBob is," she giggles, shaking her head. He snorts, turning away.

"I'm not cute."

"Yup. You are."

"No I'm not," he growls.

She smiles and then rolls her eyes, poking his side. And suddenly he flinches away, looking uncomfortable. But she knew instantly.

Bucky. Fucking. Barnes. Was ticklish.

"Oh my god." She jumps on him and tickles his sides. Because she knew he would push her off-due to his strength being about twenty million times more than hers-she focuses her powers on his arms, alive and metal, to stay still.

She tickled his sides, feeling him try to push her off, and then she actually saw a smile come over his lips. And then a snicker. And then a laugh. He was actually laughing. Bucky fucking Barnes was laughing.

It only edge her on more. "Stop!" He demand, laughter sneaking through the phrase. "Jesus, Mar-Martine!" He was laughing hard now, and she was smiling hard.

"Never!"

At her happiness she loses control of her stability and then felt him knock her down, before pinning her to the ground. He was trying to gain his breath from laughing, and was glaring at her. But it was almost playful.

"Laveau. If you tickle me again-"

"What?" she chuckles. "What, Buck?"

And then he turns rigid.

He jumps off her, backing into the wall, and her brow furrows. He stared at her, suddenly in anger. What the hell? That went from 0-100 real damn quick.

"Bucky? Hey, Buck-" Suddenly he's grabbing her, and his hands are at her throat, pinning her to the wall. She brings her hands up, trying to shove him off. But this wasn't Bucky. This was Winter Soldier completely. "Bucky...please. It's Martine. S-stop!"

He doesn't, and then she suddenly brings her hand up, touching his shoulder. And that's what wakes him up.

He backs away from her, creating a space that made her ache. Her throat hurt. He stared at the skin before looking away. "I nearly-"

"Bucky, I didn't know that word triggered you. I won't say it again. It's not your fault-"

"I nearly killed you!" he snaps, looking away. "I knew this was bad, I kn-"

"STOP!" He looks up, and she comes forward. "Look, what you did was bad, but also good. We're finding out what triggers you so we can stop the triggers. And you snapped out of it before you did something bad...that's good. It's good, Bucky."

She grabs his metal hand again, and he looks away. Not squeeze. No hold.

"I almost killed you."

"But you didn't." She brings a hand up and strokes his stubbly cheek. "And that means something."

Bucky looks down at her, and she nods. She was being sincere. Sure she wasn't expecting it, but it meant something was going well or wrong. They would figure it out.

Before he could say anything, her phone rang. She picked it up. "Yup?"

"It's Natasha. Hey, look, I'm gonna have to-shh! I'm gonna have to move out training to tomorrow. Something came up and-Jesus, stop it! Look, tomorrow at the base, okay?"

Martine raises an eyebrow at the chuckling she heard. It sounded like Clint.

"Alright...and Nat?"

"Yeah?"

"Have fun with Clint." And with that she hangs up the phone. "Sounds like her and Clint made up," she chuckles before looking at him. "You wanna go do something fun? Something you've never done?"

He shrugs. He didn't have anything to do front now except be around her. "Long as we're safe."

"I looked up something. There's a carnival not that far from here. Full of rides and games. We could go spend the day there since Nat is obviously busy with Clint. And also introduce you to more of this world. Wanna go, Bucky?"

He looks down at her before sighing. "Fine...taking my gun though."

"Wouldn't want it any other way," she teases. "Let's get going."

They had taken his bike to the carnival for quicker access, and Martine hated to admit it m, but she loved riding it. It felt so good, and Bucky really knew how to drive. Looks like his good looks wasn't the only good thing about him.

He cringes at the amount of people. "Don't do well with crowds," he mumbles, looking at the entrance.

She rolls her eyes. "You'll be with me. I swear, you won't get lost, child," she states teasingly, parking the bike for him. "Now let's get going. We can spend the whole day here if we want to."

She was so bubbly and excited, different from the woman he had seen the past couple of days, and he didn't mind it that much. So he got off the bike and came forward. Before she could buy the tickets, he did, and when they walked in she nudged his side.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Even if you're forcing me to do this, don't need you paying for me," he grumbles.

She laughs and then nods at the tickets. "Well, we have time to spare, Bucky! And I swear at the end of this day, you're gonna be thanking me for coming to the carnival. C'mon...lets go to one of the game booths!"

She rushed towards one where there seemed to be a gun with water attached, and she smiles at him. She was being so nice. Damn woman. How could she get on his nerves so easily?

But he had to admit...she looked mighty pretty in what she wore. It was enough seeing her in just panties during the morning, even if by accident, but she looked prettier how.

She had placed on a black tank top with a red cover-up. She wore simple shorts, not to slutty but with enough skin to show off her long legs, and purple converse. Her hair was let down.

How could such a simple look be so attractive? This woman was a witch, and she was bewitching herself to look this good. It had to be that.

"Bucky, c'mon!" He rolls his eyes and comes forward, not having a clue on what to do. She pays the game booth guy with tickets and then shows Bucky. "Just aim for the little hole in the center of the target. Whoever wins gets a prize."

Simple instructions. He aims, shoots, and the boat flew across the game booth, quicker than hers. And then it was at the end. He had won without trying.

"Boo. You stink," she mumbles before nodding. "Pick out a prize, winner."'

"Someone's a sore loser."

"Someone didn't even know what SpongeBob was this morning."

He looks up and then smirks at seeing a panda. He nods at the prize guy to give it to him, and then once Bucky and Martine moved to go to the next booth, he hands it to her. Martine raises an eyebrow.

"But you won."

"Cause you explained. And I don't do...stuffed animals. Besides, reminds me of your shirt." His small smirk was back, and she groans.

"Stop bringing it up, Barnes." She looks down at the stuffed panda and smiles. "But thank you." She looks around and then grabs his right hand, pulling him towards another booth. "Over here!"

Another damn game. Jesus, this woman didn't stop.

By the time lunch rolled around, she had four stuffed animals already, two she had won. Two he had given her. And she wanted him to try a corndog. Whatever that was.

"Who would want corn on a dog? Sounds disgusting. I like dogs."

Martine sighs. "Just trust me, Bucky. You will love this."

Some bonding time between Bucky and Martine, and some Clintasha.