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 8

Adrian found himself going outside and running around the track, before stopping and sitting on a bench. He saw Wanda sitting close by, looking peaceful.

Hell, at least she and the Avengers weren't trying to kill him and Martine. They were looking out for them.

He didn't know what he and her would do if they didn't have anyone looking out for them. Surely they would be dead meat at this point. He just wanted to keep his sister safe, but could he have been able to without the help of the others?

"Not likely," he mumbles. He sighs and looks over at Wanda, before getting up and walking over.

Her eyes were closed, as if she was meditating. When he stops in front of her, he doesn't need to say anything. She interrupts.

"You smell bad."

He rears back from her words and she looks up; her eyebrows raised.

"Well, I did just run around," he mumbles.

"I can tell." Her Sokovian accent came out more. She stands. "Trying to stay in shape?"

"That, and trying to keep my mind occupied from everything that's going on around me," Adrian said dryly. Wanda nodded in understanding as she looked at the dark haired young man.

He was really good looking in a biker way, His shaggy dark brown hair barely touched his t-shirt.

"You're from Sokovia?" he asked quietly. Wanda nodded at him quietly as she looked at him with light blue eyes.

"Yes. I lived there my whole life until it was destroyed a year ago by Ultron," Wanda said sadly.

Adrian looked at her quietly.

"New Orleans was mine and Martine's home too. We won't be able to go back there after grandmama's funeral," Adrian said bitterly, as he thought of his friends then. His grandmother and Martine.

It hadn't helped seeing his bitch of a mother on the news earlier. He felt like breaking something, or simply causing destruction.

Wanda raises an eyebrow. "What are you angry about?"

He looks at her in confusion. He hadn't shown any sort of anger on his face.

"How-"

"I'm like you, remember? I can read minds and emotions. Not that hard to tell you are angry." He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"It's not that I'm angry. It's...oh, fuck it, I am angry. I'm angry at fucking HYDRA for fucking my life over with my sister, and for killing my grandmother and maybe even my dad. I'm angry at my mother for the shit she's said. I'm just angry at everything."

He suddenly kicks the ground hard, and it leave a hole. Wanda snorts.

"That's a lot of anger."

He sighs and looks down at her. "Haven't you ever felt this angry?"

She nods. "Once. After Pietro died. All I felt was anger. But coming here helped it. It gave me a purpose, something to do well with all of my powers. That's why we're here to help you and your sister."

"I'm grateful for that. I just hope we don't get any more problems for a while," Adrian said grimly. He and Wanda sat in a peaceful silence for a little while longer.

After having a shower, putting on black Nike leggings and a grey tank top, and putting her hair up in a fishtail plait. Martine was having a simple breakfast of blackberry jam on toast. Bucky joined her, and she saw he was wearing something similar.

"Did you sleep well?" Martine asked quietly.

Bucky nodded, and saw she seemed more peaceful after last night. Probably happy to have a friend.

Even if he was lying a bit. He hadn't slept well. His nightmares had taken their toll on him once more, but he wasn't about to ruin her breakfast by telling her. She offers him some coffee and he accepts.

"So we're heading to base today?" she asks. "Working for the training? What kind?"

He swallows his coffee and shrugs. "Anything that will help you defend yourself. Wanda will teach you the first half of the day with powers, and I'll take you for the second half."

She raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me I have to fight the Winter Solider."

"You gotta learn, doll."

"Shit." She runs a hand through her hair. "You're gonna pummel me," she chuckles. "I don't stand a chance against you. My muscles are gonna be dead by the end of the day."

"You'll get used to it, don't worry. But I won't hurt you or anything, at least intentionally," Bucky said calmly, as he glanced at her with those dark grey eyes of his.

Martine nodded and got up. Hey made sure the apartment was locked, but Salem was still able to get out and come back in. He was eating his breakfast, and then jumped out of the window gracefully.

They headed outside, got onto his bike, and rode to the base. Once they got there, Bucky helped her off the bike, and they headed towards the others. If was a nice day. She met Wanda there, who was waiting for her, and saw Vision and Adrian were talking quietly.

"Ready?" Wanda asked softly. Martine nodded as they said goodbye to the others, before heading into one of the rooms that were in the base. Bucky turned to Adrian.

"Let's see how well you can fight," he said gruffly. Adrian nodded as he tried to punch him, getting him in the chin. "Not bad."

Adrian almost had the moment to smile proudly, if it wasn't for the fact that Bucky tripped him on his foot and then knocked him to his back. His arm nearly came in contact with his head, and Adrian nearly squeaked.

Bucky shakes his head and stands, helping the man up. "Always keep your surroundings up. You don't know who might attack you."

Adrian nods as the two start to fight again. Of course Adrian would never be as good as the Winter fucking Soldier, but he knew how to fight. He wasn't that useless. Bucky was just another animal, but Adrian knew what to do, where to hit.

He just didn't know how to take on HYDRA.

By the time two hours went by, Adrian could feel his bones melt into jelly and his muscles ache. Bucky put up a damn good fight, and he didn't look like he was breaking a sweat.

"What the...hell, man?" Adrian pants. "You don't look like you broke a sweat. Barely." Bucky shrugs.

"I was brainwashed into fighting for seventy years, so I kinda know what I'm doing," he mutters, sarcastically with a bitter undertone.

Adrian raises his hands in defense. "Sorry man. Forgot for a second. You're just a really good fighter."

At that moment the door opened, and Martine steps out. She raises an eyebrow at Adrian's drenched in sweat form.

"Jesus, you look like you jumped into a pool." She turns to Bucky. "You're working me that hard? I don't even know if I'll be able to sweat that much."

"You'll be fine," Bucky said calmly, as he regarded her with those dark grey eyes that made her feel butterflies. But she quickly brushed it away and nodded at him, before going to join Wanda. And then heard them start fighting again.

Martine sat next to Wanda as they did some meditation. She could feel herself relax almost instantly, as the two sat in a comfortable silence.

'This feels nice,' Martine said mentally to Wanda, who smiled. The answered back to her.

'I thought the same way, when Vision taught me what do, but I mostly did it on my own,' Wanda explained softly. Martine nodded in understanding.

After a while they finished meditating, and began focusing on how to use and control her psionic powers. Not to mention the fact that she could see the future a bit.

Yeah, along with having the ability to create hex bolts, which could cause bad luck or misfortune on her opponents, just like Wanda could and manipulate people's minds. Martine could do it as well, but not to the extent of Wanda's powers.

And she could do magic. She couldn't help but wonder how her grandmother would be acting at that news.

Well, honestly, grandmamma would probably be over the moon as long as Martine was happy with her powers. She would support her until the very end. And Martine was actually starting to appreciate her powers for what they were.

A gift.

After a while, she and Wanda did a fight. Nothing big, but magical so that Martine could know the basics. Because there were more people like her out there, and if they came across them, they would need to be ready.

While Wanda was teaching her certain positions, she noticed that Bucky and Adrian were done, and if possible, Adrian had sweat even more. It was always funny to see her brother act the way he did when he exercised.

He was fit, but when it was too much, he was like a skeleton on a skateboard, wiggly and wobbly.

As she watches Wanda move in a way that would be an attack, Martine saw Bucky watching her, almost as if he was observing her in a way for practice. She raises an eyebrow before Wanda turns her attention back to her, and the two practice with the moves.

But she couldn't shake his eyes off her. He was being so weird.

Finally, when Martine could barely take anymore of her magic being used, Wanda let her go and charge up for the next day of training. Martine smiles and thanks the girl. Using her magic was a bit draining, especially the amount she had used to learn to control. She needed to recharge.

As she walked over to Bucky, she saw Adrian go up to Wanda to start his magic lesson. "Ready to fight me?" she asks teasingly to Bucky. He doesn't really have a reply, just grabs her arm and brings her inside to teach. Okay, pushy. Maybe Adrian said something to him.

He nods at her to take off the jacket she was wearing-Wanda had given it to her as a starting gift-and then told her to take a stance. She does, arms raised, and he shakes his head.

"This is gonna be a long lesson," he mumbles.

"Can't just say I'm bad?" she snickers. "Sorry I'm not a super soldier who literally can't get hurt at all."

Bucky showed no emotion at that, but his eyes darkened slightly. Martine realized that may have been a sensitive subject to Bucky, and she sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it like that," Martine apologized, ashamed. Bucky nodded as he made to attack her, not even giving time for words. She quickly dodged the attack and rolled underneath him.

Bucky was surprised but impressed by Martine's quick reflexes. He grabbed her by the waist, and she made to kick him, but he blocked her attack.

Martine moved her leg away as he threw her lightly on the padded floor. She jumped up as she avoided being punched by him, but did get kicked in the legs.

At least Bucky was treating her as an equal.

"Not bad, Martine," Bucky said approvingly. He made to strangle her, but she grabbed him and wrapped her legs around him. He pushed her off, and sent her onto the mat.

She stood up, breathing heavily, and her bangs were in her eyes. She looked at Bucky, who looked back at her.

"Ready?"

She suddenly lets out a growl, causing him to raise an eyebrow, before she charged at him. She jumps, trying to punch his chest, but he kept blocking each one. Her legs came up in an attempt to kick him but he stepped away.

Bucky came forward and swung but she dodged, rolling to the ground, and then swung her leg up towards his groin. Something she always knew what to do.

The man yelps, and she takes the moment of weakness to her advantage. She swings her leg again, this time at his ankle. It knocks him to the ground, and then she climbs on top, her hands at his arms.

She knew he was holding back. He could easily hurt if he wanted to, even kill her. But it wasn't constant Winter Soldiers she was going to be facing, so this was fine.

"See?" she breathes. "I know stuff."

He snorts, shaking his head. "Get off, doll."

"Nah, I don't think I will." She actually makes a show of straddling his hips, crossing her arms across her chest with a smirk.

"I'm gonna push you to the floor if you don't," he warns. From behind knocked down she could see his hair had fallen back, and his face was fully exposed. Oh yes, he was a pretty human being. Damn chiselled jawline. "I won't hold back."

"Still not moving, James," she chuckles. And then like a child she sticks out her tongue. "Make me."

Bucky growled and managed to push her off him, before pushing her up against the wall. Martine gasped, startled by his surprise move, before pushing him off.

They started fighting again.

Martine managed to avoid the first few blows, but then got caught off guard by him and ended up landing on her back. She managed to get up, even though her muscles were hurting like hell.

"Think we'll call it a day for now and continue tomorrow," Bucky said finally as he drank his bottle of water. Martine did the same. Her throat was gasping for a drink.

She drank the water greedily.

"Did I do bad?" she asked after a moment, glancing at him quietly.

Bucky shook his head.

"You did good, doll."

She smiles. That nickname had been getting normal for her, even though it sounded a bit like a pet name. "Then good." She comes over and nudges his side. "You did good too, soldier."

He scoffs. "I always do good."

"Don't get cocky on me now."

Bucky manages a quiet smile before nodding at the door. "C'mon. Let's head back."

For the next two months Martine and Adrian trained as much as they could, and eventually they could really fight. The two of them were getting better control of their powers, and the constant training with Bucky was always helping their fighting skills.

Martine living with Bucky helped it even more. Whenever she felt like practicing he would openly help her. Sure, the neighbours probably had no fucking clue what they were doing, but they practiced anyway.

One night she was going to make something but decided at the last minute she really wanted pizza. She looks over at Bucky, who was watching a movie.

He had been watching a lot of movies lately to catch up on pop culture, and though movies weren't the best thing to use, it was helping him a lot. Out in public he was still stoic Bucky, but in here he was different. He actually smiled and laughed with her, and the two would swap stories all the time.

Not to mention he wasn't that bad to look at.

She shakes her head and then calls out. "Bucky? Do you want pizza? Cause I want pizza."

He looks up and shrugs. "Sure. Where? I'll get I-"

"No, I'll get delivery." She calls up her Dominos number on her phone before talking. "Hello? Yes can I get two large deep dish pizzas with double layered pepperoni? One order of cheesy sticks. Two cokes. 30? Okay."

She says the address and then hangs up, before looking back at Bucky. His brow was raised to his hair.

"What?"

"That's a lot of food." She chuckles and sits next to him, watching the movie.

"Well we're Avengers. We need food."

Bucky shakes his head, but she could see the soft smile on his face.

A half hour later, Martine hears the bell ring and she stands, walking over, Bucky resting on the couch. She opens up the door and sees a guy about her age, good-looking in the face but a bit too geeky for her.

He looks at her and smirks though, as if he was attempting to flirt. Oh this should be good.

"Here's your food," he says quietly. She smiles and pays him.

"Thanks. Quick service. Here's the tip."

"I got a better idea for a tip," he states. She raises an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"How about your number?"

Suddenly the door is torn all the way open and Bucky is there, glaring down at the man. "Here's a tip. Get. Out," he growls at the man, his eyes cold and mercilessness. Martine places a hand on his shoulder but the kid backed up and nodded.

"G-gone!" he stutters before taking off. He tripped heading down the stairs, which caused Martine to laugh. Then she pushes Bucky inside and then closes the door.

"Jesus, Bucky," she snickers. "I think that guy needs a new damn diaper."

"Don't care," he mutters. "Guy shouldn't be hittin' on ya. Not right."

Martine rolls her eyes before dragging him towards the pizza. "C'mere, you big oaf." And she shoves a cheesy stick into his mouth.

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Ever since she and Bucky had started training together, he had been super protective of her. Not just for the fact that HYDRA was everywhere, but just out of plain everyday things.

Anytime a guy came up to her, or even remotely looked at her, he would practically snarl at them and scare them away. Sometimes even pull her into his side, either to pretend she was his or just to hide her.

It was actually really sweet in an annoying way, but at the point she had gotten used to it. She wasn't surprised it had scared the shit out of this guy. Poor boy.

"Ugh, so good. I'm heading to my room." She goes to take her pizza and then looks at him. "Wanna join?"

He nods without hesitation, and then comes with her into her room. She sits down on the bed, petting Salem who was at the edge of the bed, before pulling him down next to her. The two had gotten closer over the last two months, but he was still Bucky. Still quiet sometimes.

"Here. What do you wanna watch? Oh! Here, this movie is the shit." She clicks the play button, and then 'Pulp Fiction' starts to play. The two of them eat their pizza, watching the film, and Martine would spare glances at him to see his reactions to the scenes.

Halfway through the movie, he shakes his head. "I have no clue what's going on," he mutters.

She laughs. "It'll explain itself later."

Then the movie ends an hour later, the food all gone, and then the next movie played. 'The Godfather.'

The movie was so long. Martine was so tired. But she'd try to make it through it.

Eventually though, she did feel herself fall asleep, and Bucky didn't even notice until her head fell onto his shoulder, her eyes closed and her face nuzzled into his neck. Her blonde hair fell in her eyes.

Bucky smiles a bit before brushing the hair away from her face, and then wrapped his arm around her, keeping her comfy. Eventually, he fell asleep too, her nestled close.

The sound of a phone buzzing woke Bucky up the next morning, and he groaned into his metal arm. It was covering his eyes. So he reached over and picks it up. STEVE said the caller I.D.

He shakes his head and clicks the red button, not answering. He runs a hand through his hair before looking to the side. And Martine was still there. Only this time she was nuzzled into his whole body, her head on his chest.

He smiles a bit (when was the last time he smiles this much?) and reaches over to brush the hair away again when the phone rang once more.

Bucky growls before angrily answering the phone. "What, Rogers?"

"Sorry to wake you, but there's an important meeting at the base. Get there soon. Bring Martine."

Bucky sighs and nods. "Alright, alright. Be there soon." He hangs up and groans before looking over at Martine again. He really didn't want to wake her up. She looked so peaceful and pretty, though he would never admit that out loud to anyone.

He reaches over and gently shakes her.

"Martine? Hey, doll. Wake up." She grumbles something before her blue eyes open, looking up at him. She blushes when she realizes where she was and moves away.

"Sorry," she mumbles. "I didn't mean to cling to you at all."

"It's fine," he says quietly before clearing his throat. "Steve wants us at the base. We better get going." She nods as he stands, and then throws away the garbage from the night before.

She bites her lip and stands. "Did you like the movies?"

He shrugs. "Was good. You fell asleep though," he teases a bit. She rolls her eyes and stands, heading into the kitchen.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to do that." She goes to leave but Bucky grabs her arm and pulls her towards him.

"Hey." He suddenly brings his other hand up and brushes away her hair, causing her to blush. "I'm fine with it. Both got sleep anyway." His metal hand rested against her cheek, her feeling the coolness against her warm skin.

She smiles and looks away. "Then I'll keep that in mind," she says teasingly before moving away. "C'mon. We should get to the base. Don't want the Avengers pissed at us."

"Yeah, I know that," Bucky said amused. She smiled and went to take a shower. After a while she came out with soaking wet hair and a black silk robe on. When Bucky saw her, he tried not to think of what she looked like without the bathrobe on.

She headed into the wardrobe to look for something to wear. Bucky headed into the shower to get cleaned up, and give rid of his stupid problem.

Martine decided on wearing some black skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt with grey roses on it, and put on low heeled black boots. Once that was all done, she put on her dark purple leather jacket to cover it up.

She wondered what had happened to her suit that she had made when she had been hunting down the men who had killed Agatha. More than likely it was being upgraded by Tony.

He did like his upgrades. He was like a little kid on Christmas morning with them.

She headed out into the kitchen and made herself some toast, as she saw Bucky come out then, dressed in black. She tried not to notice how his jeans and long sleeved t-shirt fit him, but damn, it barley left anything to the imagination.

Why was she feeling like this?

She looks at him for a little bit until Bucky suddenly looks up at her, seeing her staring. She clears her throat and looks away.

"We gotta get going. Here." She hands him a piece of toast and he nods, taking it from her. She headed out the front first, and Bucky had to look. He just had to look.

He had never been one to judge for bodies that much. Sure, he was a guy, and had to be attracted to them physically, but he never judged a person based off if their pretty or not. He knew Martine was sexy. He had seen it the first night he caught her. But he didn't judge her just based off her looks.

Either way, he had to admit that she had a really nice ass.

She turns around to see if he was following and found him staring. "James." Her voice was stern, causing him to jump. "Stop staring and get moving. Again, pissed off Avengers."

Bucky shakes his head and catches up with her. Not the time to be thinking about that.

"Why do you think they called?" she asks, heading out the front.

"Don't know. Must he important for Steve to call twice. He never does, usually just lets it go to voicemail." He heads onto his bike, and she easily climbs on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly.

Enjoy the chapter, and Happy New Year everyone :)