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 16

She saw him shudder at that and curled into him. He pulls her face up and they kissed again, passionately and lovingly. Bucky pulled her further into him, as much as he could without crushing her.

"You think I'm beautiful?" Bucky asked quietly. He felt her run her soft fingers along his back, stroking the muscles that flexed, as he kissed her hungrily.

Martine nodded.

"I do, James. You're so beautiful. Like one of those Native American Gods that Jeannette would talk about," Martine said softly. She kissed him again, tender and sweet, one that made his toes curl...

Bucky looked at her then, looked at the beautiful young woman who wasn't afraid of him or the Soldier. She accepted him for who he was, and was letting him touch her, every part of him.

He kissed her back hard and wrapped his muscled, toned arms around her body with a soft growl. He moved his lips, kissed down her throat, while Martine was placing kisses over his face, his stubble tickling her skin.

She giggles softly and he raises an eyebrow. "What's so funny, doll?"

Her hands go to his stubble. "Ticklish, making me laugh," she chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you."

Bucky snorts. "Ditto." He kisses her again and she chuckles against his lips. Suddenly she feels his hands at her skirt and tights, and then looks down at her. He was testing the waters.

She bites her lip, nervous.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, doll," he murmurs against her neck. "We can stop right now if you want."

She looks up at him and her brow furrows. "Really? You won't be mad?"

"Course I won't. You're my girl." She could see his cheeks turn a soft red at the comment. "If you don't want to keep going we don't have to." She smiles and runs a hand through his hair. Fuck, she loved doing that.

"I don't want sex yet," she says quietly. "The memory...it's still in my mind. I just gotta get used to all of this."

"Okay, no problem," Bucky states and goes to climb off, but she pulls him back on.

"Hey, I didn't say I was done kissing you." Bucky smiles at her persistence and kisses her again, these soft and slow, neither really wanting to speed up. It was sweet, tender. "You know, you really are something special, James Buchanan Barnes," she whispers.

"You're special too, Martine Emilia Laveau. I'm a lucky bastard to have a lady like you," Bucky whispered quietly. He picked her up into his arms and she giggles, before they headed into her bedroom. He lays her down on the bed, and then he leaves.

Bucky got changed in the bathroom, while Martine fed Salem and Selene, who were both happy to see them. They tucked into their meal hungrily.

She took off her skirt, then her grey tights, and finally her black lace panties. Martine put them all the dirty washing basket and put on a long short sleeved nightgown-styled t-shirt, with a tarot card on it saying, 'I love New Orleans.'

Bucky stepped out wearing only black sweatpants, and placed his clothes in the laundry basket. They both got into the bed after brushing their teeth, and curled up together. Salem and Selene joined them on the bed.

Bucky tucked her into his side and buried his face into her neck, wanting to be as close as he could be to her without crushing her.

Martine laced her fingers with his flesh hand, while his metal arm was wrapped around her waist tenderly.

"Wasn't expecting this," she says softly, looking at him. "The whole kissing part." He shrugs.

"I needed the damn balls to ask you out," he mutters, and she snickers. "I've been wanting to ever since...God, knows how long. Was just too fucked up...Steve had to shove it through my mind to do it."

Martine smiles and squeezes his hand. "Then I'm gonna have to thank Steve for that." She leans over and kisses him, her lips soft and gentle against his, before she nuzzles his cheek. "Goodnight, James."

He smiles a bit at her nestling into him. "Night, doll." He feels her fall asleep a few minutes later, and he looked down at her sleeping form, her back rising slowly. She was his.

All his.

The next morning, Martine woke up with a soft yawn and felt a warm body pressed up against her. She turns her head and smiles. Bucky was asleep, his face peaceful, and his grip tight. She brings her hand over and brushes away his hair.

He sniffles in his sleep, a crease appearing in his forehead as if he was dreaming, and then relaxed a moment later. She looks down at his metal arm, feeling it loosen just a bit, so she moves and stands, trying to get some food.

She stands up, taking off the nightgown, but then decided to do something different. She and Bucky had been living together for a while now. They had made out hard the night before. She had touched his dick.

She had fucking touched his dick.

Martine felt like a fool for still being a virgin her age, but Bucky wasn't treating her like an invalid. He didn't even push her into anything. He was such a sweetheart underneath that tough exterior.

She smiles at his sleeping form before grabbing one of his shirts, throwing it over her. It was one of his black Henley shirts that were way too big for her, so the sleeves sort of hung off her arms, and a pair of her black panties.

There. Comfy and sexy. She could try, right?

Martine headed into the kitchen, let the cats out onto the balcony, and then makes some coffee for her and Bucky. It was so rare nowadays to have moments of peace like this, especially after what happened with HYDRA a month ago. And now they were finally just relaxing.

"Feels good," she mumbles to herself.

As she pours a bit of milk into her own coffee and none into Bucky's, she could feel a bit of a cold chill racing into her apartment. Winter must have been coming soon, or some sort of bad weather. Hopefully it wouldn't be that cold.

She heads into the bedroom to see Bucky waking up, rubbing his eyes. Once they land on her and her outfit, his brow raises and a smile comes over his cheeks.

"Well, good mornin', doll," he murmurs. She laughs and comes over, sitting across from him.

"Here. Made some coffee." He nods in thanks and takes it, drinking a bit. Bucky groans into the cup before nodding his head. "Like it?"

"Good shit, sweetheart." She smiles as he pulls her next to him, and the both of them look outside. "Looks like it's gonna be raining today."

"Yeah. Guess we'll just have to stay inside."

"I'm fine with that."

He seals that deal with a kiss to her neck and she rolls her eyes. "Ugh, too tired," she chuckles. "I couldn't really sleep that well last night."

His brow instantly furrows in concern. "Why? Was it me?"

"No! No, not at all," she chuckles softly before sighing. "Was just a little nightmare about the books. Even after what happened...we still didn't find all those books. There are still more out there, Bucky...what if they get into the wrong hands?"

He squeezes her hand. "They're gonna be fine," he reassures. "We'll get them back. Trust me, we will."

She looks up, and he nods, trying to reassure her more. Martine lets out a soft sigh before nodding. "I know. I should be a bit more faithful...just hard to think about it sometimes. I can't stand the thought of them being misused...or me being used for them. I'm afraid the might capture my brother and me and...And do what they did to you."

Bucky looks down at the bedsheets, his face stoic, just like when she first met him, but then he bites his lip and looks down at her. "That's not gonna happen. Not while I'm alive and breathing."

There was so much promise in that wish that it made Martine want to cry. He was being protective again. "I hope you're right, Bucky."

"I will be. You're not going to get brainwashed. I ain't letting it happen." She could actually hear a bit of a Brooklyn accent come out as he said that, and she smiles softly before laying her head on his shoulder.

"Okay."

At that moment, the two cats come in and jump on the bed, already tired of the gloomy weather.

"Usually they stay out so much longer," Martine chuckles. "Guess it really is shitty outside."

"Could just stay in bed all day," he offered.

"Cheeky bastard."

"You like it. Admit it."

She snorts and rolls her eyes before suddenly placing her coffee down and rolling over, straddling his hips. Her hands wrap around his neck as she kisses him, and he places his coffee down to wrap his own arms around her middle.

When she pulls back, breathless and smiling, she nuzzles his nose. "As much as I do want to do that, I promised I'd help Wanda out today."

Bucky's brow furrows. "What? Why?"

"She's going on some sort of fancy date with Adrian and she wants me to go shopping with her. She did go shopping with me." She brushes away his hair. "But we can hang for the morning."

"It's gonna be a crappy day. You don't gotta go."

"I made a promise and I always keep my promises. In fact, here's one. I promise that when I'm home from shopping with Wanda, I'll come right back here, and we can 'hang out' all you want, okay?"

She leans in close and gives him a torturously slow kiss, one that makes his head spin. Even if he somehow miraculously gained back all his memory from before the war, even fragments, there was no way he was never kissed the way he was kissed with Martine.

When she pulls back she had a smirk on her face. "That a good promise, soldier?"

Bucky chuckles. "I'll keep you to it, sweetheart," he murmurs against her neck, nipping at the skin. She rolls her eyes and stands, but he drags her back down.

"Bucky! I have to-"

"No, just a few more minutes," he offers. "Please?"

She rolls her eyes and then kisses him. "You're impossible. But I like it. I'm gonna be late," she chuckles.

"Who cares?"

"Bucky!"

"Alright, alright, just finding the coffee with me. Wanna spend the morning with my gal." She smiles at the little bit of forties slang. Dating a guy from the forties. She never thought that would happen.

But she loved it. Like a lot.

"Fine, but if I'm late I'm blaming you," she teases before snuggling into his side, grabbing her coffee.

Bucky said nothing to that but nodded. They chilled for a bit before he kissed her tenderly, and then watched her go into the bathroom to have a shower. He went into the living room.

He turned on the TV and the news came on. Apparently there had been a double murder at Central Park, with three people having witnessed the whole thing.

"We need our superheroes of New York back!" a man shouted defiantly. Bucky realized that they were staging a protest against the government.

He grimaced. He knew this would happen.

Martine came out wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, black low heeled boots, and a t-shirt that had the USA flag on it. She kissed him on the cheek.

Bucky kissed her back tenderly.

"Be careful and have fun," he said quietly. Martine smiled at him gently and hugged him, as Salem and Selene ate their food happily and drank their water

"I'll be fine, don't you worry. And I'll be back soon enough for us to hang out." She squeezes his hand and then grabs her bag. "See you!"

She heads out the door and closes it. Bucky instantly feels anxiety creepy over him, but shakes it away.

He couldn't keep her locked up in here like some animal. She needed to explore the world too, and he wasn't going to stop that, no matter how hard he wanted to.

"Be safe," he mumbles to the air before getting some breakfast.

"How about this?"

Wanda shakes her head. "Too dark."

Martine rolls her eyes. They had been in the same shop for an hour and still nothing. Wanda was being so critical of everything. It was just a damn dress.

"Wanda, you could wear a paper bag as a dress and he would still think you are beautiful. We just gotta pick a dress," she chuckles.

"I'm trying to find the right dress. I don't want to look like a Goth or a slut," Wanda said, and then found the perfect dress. A black one, which was a sequinned Herve Leger bandage dress.

The dress fit her perfectly, and after they had bought it, they bought some shoes. After the shoes were bought they headed to some other stores, with Martine buying early Christmas presents for everyone, as did Wanda.

They both headed to a Starbucks cafe and had a coffee each, with Wanda having a blueberry muffin, while Martine had a double chocolate one.

They talked for a while, when Martine decided to say what happened last night.

"Me and Bucky went out on a date last night," she revealed. The young woman stared at her in shock and then triumph.

"I knew it! I knew there was something going on. So did Tasha, Sharon and Pepper," Wanda said smugly.

Martine rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her coffee. "I feel like it's been going on for months," she chuckles quietly. "Only now has something actually happened between us."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it. Even before the shooting, Bucky had become super protective of me. I was attracted to him even then, and I'm pretty sure him to me, but if I wanted to go on a date with someone else he would never let me," she says quietly. "He's just so…"

"Protective. You wanna know why?" Martine looks over at her, seeing a grin on Wanda's face. "That man has finally found the one thing that calms down that feral side of him, that if it takes over, you can't defeat it by calming him down. That's like how a wolf is when it finds its mate. It's super protective and wants to keep it safe."

Martine rolls her eyes. "But we aren't wolves. He was hesitant to let me go out just with you today. I think he wanted a bigger group, like when we went shopping for me."

Wanda rolls her eyes. "Bucky is like that. He's just uber protective of the few things he really cares about. The way he is with you is how Steve is with him. That's how this whole damn civil war shit started," she mutters.

Martine shrugs. "Could've been an easy solution."

"I know. And they made it too big. But it's over now." She looks outside, seeing the Christmas trees being put. "Thanksgiving is tomorrow. And Christmas is coming. I feel like this year went by way too quickly."

Martine chuckles. "It's always like that."

"I heard Steve and Sharon are making some Thanksgiving dinner. We all might head over to their place. You're welcome to come tomorrow," Wanda states.

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