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 15

"Yes, I'll have the Chicken Creole as the main course, and for the appetizer I'll have oysters Rockefeller," Martine said warmly. The waiter smiled then.

"I am glad you like our menu. Some of our upper class customers believe the food is too..." The waiter trailed off, and Martine and Bucky exchanged glances.

"Redneck? Low class or offensive?" Martine offered, her New Orleans accent coming out a bit. Bucky thought it was sexy. He looked at her and decided to have the same meal, just like before.

"When you put it like that, yes it is. We are also very loyal to the Avengers, particularly to Mr. Barnes, and Mr, Rodgers along with Mr. Stark. Mr Barnes is very lucky to have a beautiful lady like you, Mademoiselle," the waiter said kindly. Bucky felt his face redden, but Martine didn't seem mind.

"I'll have the same as Martine," Bucky said quietly, but Martine saw he was smiling slightly.

The waiter nodded as she left to tell the chef about their order. Bucky looks over at Martine once she's gone.

"You didn't mind him calling you 'my girl?'" Bucky asked uncertainly. Martine smiled at him softly, before she reached under the table and held his metal hand in a tight grip.

"No, I didn't mind," she said shyly. Bucky felt something inside him stir then as he looked at her. She sipped her glass of wine.

"I remember my family," he said quietly.

Martine stops drinking her wine and looks over at him. "Really? That's great, James."

He looks down at the ground before looking back at her. "I remember them, but it really just hit me today while we were at the exhibit… They...they're all gone. I don't have any family. And they all thought I was dead."

Martine sighs before shrugging her shoulders. "Bucky, you were a brainwashed soldier, made to think you had no family. It's not your fault, trust me. And wherever your family is, I'm sure they're watching down on you with a smile on their faces."

Bucky smiles a bit and then takes a drink of his wine, before looking back at her. "My mother would have liked you, doll."

She chuckles. "Oh? I think you've said that before."

"I have, and I mean it. She loved a girl who could cook, a girl who could sing. Someone who was sweet." She blushes and looks away, while Bucky chuckles a bit. "I remember a bit more...she was a Brooklyn mom, you know? And she knew the good ones from the bad ones. If she met you, you would have been good. I just know it."

Martine smiles and tilts her head. "Any other family members you're sure would like me?" she snickers. "Any siblings?"

"I had a little sister called Rebecca. She used to play with me out in the streets with Steve and the other kids," Bucky said fondly as their waiter came back with their starters.

He watched as Martine picked up an oyster and began eating it. He tucked into his own, and loved the garlic spicy taste that was in his mouth.

Martine smiled at him.

"She sounds sweet, James," she said softly. Bucky smiled at her, and decided to search more on his family history. Might as well find out more. After that, they continued on eating their starters.

Martine had missed having these. She would always be a New Orleans girl who loved her hometown food. They finished their starter, and the plates were taken away.

Their main course came after a few minutes.

The two of them started to eat, and Bucky felt his eyes close. Fuck, how the hell was this so good?

"Ugh, this makes me angry," he chuckles quietly. She raises an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Because I never got this before what happened...never really went out to see the country. Had to get brainwashed to get this," he mumbles. She smiles sadly before shrugging.

"Shit happens. But hey, you're having it here. And I'm sure you think it's good."

He shakes his head. "This is more than good. The chicken is just so spicy and good and just..." He looks at Martine, seeing she was amused at his orgasm of food, and he rolls his eyes. "Oh funny, make fun of me."

She laughs. "I'm not making fun. It's sweet seeing you act like this. Some people honestly hate New Orleans food. I'm happy you like it because I literally can't live without it," she snickers.

"How the hell can people not like New Orleans food?" Bucky asked annoyed. He tucked into the chicken that made his stomach leap in happiness, while Martine ate hers.

"Well some people see it as low class food, or simply redneck food, but I don't. Neither does my brother," Martine told him. He chuckled then.

"He and Wanda are close," he said amused.

"They're seeing each other," she admits. "I can see it. My brother loves her and she loves him," Martine said softly as she finished her main course. A few minutes later, Bucky finished as well.

"What are you having for dessert?" Bucky asked curiously.

"Bread pudding. I know I'm a greedy bitch but I'll burn it off tomorrow. Natasha wants to see me do ballet," she said amused as she drank some of her wine.

"You did ballet?" Bucky asked curiously.

She smiles and nods. "Mhm. For a long time. Besides painting I loved to dance. It was a way of expression for me to show feelings and emotions."

He raises an eyebrow. "I don't think I've ever seen ballet."

"I'll have to show you them," she chuckles, looking at him. "It's not everyone's cup of tea but I'm good at it. Maybe I could join something around here to let off steam."

"Let off steam?"

"You know, stress and stuff. Sometimes you need to find that thing that just helps you let off all the anger and stress you feel. For me it's ballet. I think for you it would be, like, punching a punching bag or something."

He rolls his eyes. "Well, I'd rather do that then dance around in tights," he teases.

She looked mock offended. "Hey! Those tights look good on me," she chuckles. "But yah, I can't see you dancing ballet. It's actually funny to think about. You in tights. Oh my god, that would be a great picture!"

"Not happening," Bucky states, rolling his eyes.

"It would still be funny," she snickers.

"Yeah well, it ain't happening, sweetheart," Bucky said as they gave their order once again to the waiter. The woman smiles and nods before leaving to get what they wanted.

Martine laughed and leaned back, looking over at him.

"Why is Home Secretary Ross such an asshole to you and the team?" she asked quietly.

Bucky didn't say anything for a minute.

"Because I was a wanted man and he saw me as an enemy. Stark did too, and they felt I needed to be punished," he said, emotionless. He drank more wine from his glass, and saw Martine looked angry and upset.

"But you didn't deserve that."

He sighs. "Mart-"

"No. No matter what you say to try and justify it, nothing is going to make me think you deserved being locked away for crimes that you barely knew you committed. That was someone else. They should have put you in rehab at the least to try and help your memories come back, not lock you up. That's wrong."

She sighs and looks down at the ground.

"I hate thinking about that war over such a stupid subject that could easily be solved. They took it way too out of proportion and people were hurt because of it. It makes me angry to think about it."

Bucky sees she really did look pissed off, so he reaches over and grabs her hand again, like he had done multiple times at this point, and lets out a long sigh.

"You might think that, doll, but others don't. It's just what happens nowadays, at least from what I've seen."

She snorts and shakes her head before looking at glass of wine. She takes another sip, looking at him. "I still don't forgive Ross for letting those guards practically kill you while I was out. It's so wrong in so many ways."

Bucky looks down. "I'm happy they did," he says quietly.

Her eyes shot up to meet his, full of confusion. "What?"

"Martine, they didn't let me see you at all," he explains. "I was unstable after seeing you get shot. I really thought you were dead. I couldn't even imagine to think about it. So maybe for once the guy was thinking right because at the state I was in...I would have killed everyone in sight. That's how badly it had affected me, which I turned back to being that...person. The only way out of the cloud I had been in...It was seeing you. After that I started to see again, started to feel...but before that I was numb with rage. The pain they gave me is what kept me from killing them."

"But you didn't deserve to be treated like some rabid animal. You were upset and didn't deserve to be treated like that," Martine insisted defiantly, as she gripped his hand in hers, a nice tight hold.

"Martine, you haven't seen what the Soldier can do to people...I'm like a wild animal when he's out and it's dangerous...I've got no conscience when that side of me is unleashed," Bucky said quietly. Martine swallowed.

"Prove it," she said calmly.

Bucky looked at her in confusion, and she smiled at him gently.

"Show me the Winter Soldier, James," Martine said softly.

Bucky felt himself go cold. She wanted to see that side of him? A wild untamed feral wolf?

"Why on earth do you want to see that?" he mutters, looking at her. His voice was low, almost raspy. "I could hurt you. I have hurt you."

"Doesn't matter. I want you to show me. Prove it to me that the Winter Soldier has no conscious. In fact, wait. Waiter! Can we have that desert to go?"

"What are you-"

"Wait!"

He was shushed, and then he was silent, seeing her grab the food. He silently pays for it, and then once the bill was done she grabs his hand and pulls him outside, saying goodbye to the workers. She brings him to a park where no one was, and then looks up at him.

"Here. There's no one around so you can't hurt anyone. I want to see that side of you, James. Prove your point," she says quietly.

"Mar-"

"I'm not giving you an option. I took our desert out for this," she chuckles. "Now show it to me. I want to see It."

"I'm gonna hurt you," he suddenly growls. "I don't want to."

"I don't care," she says softly. "Show me."

Bucky growled then in anger. God, this young woman was so stubborn, and just seeing her put herself at risk made him angry. He took a deep breath and touched her face gently with his metal hand, feeling how warm she was.

He pulled her closer then and felt her gently rest a hand on his cheek, soothing him. Something inside him howled in longing, as he looked down at her. Those memories came back, that side of him felt real, and he could feel the anger rushing through him, the pain.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were sparkling. He pulled her further into him, so her front was pressing up against his black jeans, and growled. He could see red, but it wasn't as bad. In fact, everything around her but Martine was that, but all he saw was her.

It was her. Her presence stopped the violence, once he saw who she was.

The Winter Soldier was out, and he had found a woman who wasn't afraid of him at all, not even this side of him.

He leaned down and kissed her.

Martine let out a noise that sounded like she was enjoying the sensation of his lips on hers. He growled darkly.

His hands tangle into her hair as he pushes her up against one of the slides on the playground, and her arms wrap around him. God, this is what he had been wanting to do for so fucking long, wanting to touch her, feel her, and now that he got that he didn't want to stop.

Her hands move to his shirt. The hands fist into his shirt, and his hands move down her sides. The kiss went from gentle to passionate in two seconds flat, and she was into it just as much as he was.

Finally, when both of them needed to breath, he pulls back and looks down at her. Her eyes were a magnificent dark blue, and there was a soft smile on her face. Both of them were breathing heavily, and then one of her hands come up and brush away his now messy hair.

"See?" she whispers softly. "I knew the Winter Soldier wasn't all bad."

He snorts and looks away. "I've hurt you before..."

"Doesn't matter. You've changed. You're different." She brings her hand down and cups his cheek, stroking the skin softly. "At least with me. When you fight, it's scary, but you right here, in this moment, being the Soldier, doesn't scare me. It never will."

Bucky said nothing to that. He kissed her again softer, and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, before she pulled back and smiled. They carried the dessert, and walked to where the bike was.

Martine wrapped her arms around his waist tightly as he drove. When they reached the apartment block, it suddenly started to rain, so they ran into the building. Once they were in their apartment, and the door was closed, Martine decided to be honest.

"I...I'm a virgin...and those people I told you about...they decided to take advantage of me," she said, hurriedly and ashamed.

Bucky looked at her quietly.

"That's why you don't paint anymore?" he asked softly. He sat down on the couch, pulled her into him, and sat her on his lap. She smiles as his hands settle on her hips.

"Yeah..." She swallows and looks down. "I was hanging out with the wrong people, Bucky. And when I went to this stupid party...they drugged me and screwed around with me."

She wipes her nose, not in the mood for tears, but they were coming. She knew it.

"They made fun of me, beat me, and told me my paintings would never be good enough...and got it all on video. Once that was done...they posted it online, and practically the whole school saw."

A few tears slip down her cheeks.

"And after that...everyone treated me like shit. I was bullied so badly and...And it fucked me up. Real good."

More tears fell.

"They screwed my life over. I wanted so much more but because of my stupid mistakes...because I hung out with them, I screwed myself over too."

She didn't even realize she was really crying until she saw the tears leak onto his shirt. She wipes the wetness away from her cheeks, sniffling.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to get emotional."

"You aren't emotional, doll. Honestly, I feel like beating the shit outta of the fuckers who did that to you," Bucky growled angrily. Martine leaned into him.

"It was my own fault. I didn't tell anyone about it...not even my brother, or Jeannette, Jax, and Beatrice...Gran knew though," she said quietly as she listened to his heartbeat.

Bucky held her close, his heart aching for her. He kissed her forehead and wiped her tears away with his metal hand. She leaned into his touch.

"It wasn't your fault, doll. You didn't know what would happen," Bucky said firmly. He kissed her gently before pulling back and looking at her, a serious expression on his face. "I'm not going to push you into anything, Martine."

She smiles and hugs him tightly, before kissing him as hard as she could. She was trying to fit every emotion she could into that one kiss. The affection and trust she felt towards Bucky, everything from day one.

And now they were kissing on her couch. What a turn of events.

When she pulls back she runs her hands up his side. "I know you won't. I know you're a good man. I've said it a lot." Bucky smiles a bit and then runs a hand through her hair.

"Then can I kiss you again?" he says softly.

"You don't have to ask." And with that she leans in and kisses him. His arms wrap around her, and hers around him, her hands at the nape of his neck. Slowly the kiss grew heated, both of them kissing each other like tomorrow didn't exist.

Martine had never been kissed like this before, with so much passion and want into one little touch, but Bucky was a whole other being entirely. He made her feel so good without even having to say anything.

Bucky bit down on her lower lip at one point, causing her to gasp. Taking his opportunity, he slips his tongue inside and tangles it with hers. This was new to her, but it wasn't scary. She had seen plenty of this stuff in movies and TV, she knew how. And besides, it felt good.

So she moans softly, her hands gripping at his sides, until he pulls back and lays her down on the couch. This time his lips don't go to hers but to her neck.

She tilted her head back, gasping and moaning, as he nipped and sucked at her neck like a wolf staking his claim on her. After a few minutes of just that, Bucky laid his hands over her sweater, and looked at her.

Martine nodded in permission, and stroked his cheek tenderly. He let out a sound that sounded like a growl of pleasure.

'Touch me, James,' she said mentally. James growled as he slid his hands under her sweater and pulled it off her so she was only in her black lace bra.

The sight of her topless and underneath him made Bucky's cock harden even more painfully. She bit her lip and slid her hands under his jeans, starting to pump his member, almost with a shy expression.

He grunted roughly and buried his face into her breasts, before pulling back and kissing her. He started cupping and kneading them, and then pulled off her bra and looked at her breasts hungrily. God, perfectly pale and perfect size. She was so perfect.

Bucky looked at her reassuringly as he used his metal left hand to cup and knead her left breast, while he nipped and suckled her right breast, growling.

Martine lets out a sigh of pleasure and runs her hands through his hair, feeling his tongue swirl around her sensitive bud, while his other hand pinched at the other. The feeling of his cold metal fingers hitting her warm skin was like a breath of fresh air.

It felt so fucking good.

"James..." she moans softly, and he looks up at her, his eyes happy. For the first time in a while.

"Like it, doll? Gotta say, been out of practice for a while."

"Don't care...just keep touching."

Bucky chuckles and then moves his lips to her other bud, doing the same procedure he did on the left, twirling his tongue around it until it was hard under his touch, biting down gently, suckling. It was erotic in the best sense, and she loved it.

He moves his lips from her breasts after a moment to move them down her chest, giving her sweet little kisses. Ones over the scars she had before from the beating. The others form the gunshots. He was being so fragile with her and she loved it.

She pulls at his shirt, and he easily moves quick enough that it's off in ten seconds flat. Fuck, he was so toned. His abs were chiselled for days, and his arms and chest were broadly muscular. He wasn't majorly over muscular like jocks, but he got this from being trained.

He was breathing heavily as her hands came up, touching the part where metal met skin. She could feel him tense, but she didn't mind. Martine smiles at him, places a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, and then right on the tissue of his skin where the metal met the flesh.

"Every part of you is beautiful," she whispers. "Even the scars."

Things are heating up for Bucky and Martine. Enjoy and review :)