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.
I'm so sorry for the delay, I had family problems but now I'm back along with WalkingPotterGirl14.
Divided We Fall
Chapter 17
"I'd like that. Jeanette, Beatrice and Jax are coming up with the Laveau family lawyer," Martine said with a fond smile. The two kept talking before they left the coffee shop, drove back to Wanda's apartment. She shared it with Adrian. Adrian was out doing training with Sam, Steve and Clint. Bucky was at the base doing some more training. Natasha was waiting for her ninths ballet studio to teach her and Wanda some moves.
Martine had a feeling that her body would hurt like hell after this session of training under Natasha.
They both got changed and headed down to meet Natasha, who was wearing black sweatpants and a light purple tank top. She observed them taking positions.
"Why do I feel like I'm gonna be so sore after this?" Martine mumbles.
Wanda chuckles and squeezes her hand. "So, do I."
Natasha sees them and smiles, walking over. "Nice to see you two have finally come. You're gonna be feeling this for hours."
"Oh trust me, we know," Martine chuckles. "Where do we start?"
"We start off by doing ballet. It's going to make your bones stronger and flexible," Natasha instructed as she put on some classical ballet music.
The two young women began to train for three hours on ballet. Once their muscles were already good and sore, Natasha taught them how use different martial arts on their opponents.
She taught them Kali knife fighting, judo, savate, karate, aikido, and boxing. After that, she started teaching them both gymnastics training.
By the end of it, Wanda and Martine were sweating, sore, and tired, but also feeling proud of themselves for learning.
They were then given a gun each, and began using it on plastic dummies, hitting their targets in vital spots.
They may have powers, but it helped being able to use weapons and learning how to fight.
Natasha taught them how to use hand to hand combat training, using both of them as fighters, and at the end of that both of them had bruises, but knew a few more moves. They had been trained back at the base a bit, but Natasha was like a whole other level.
"You should just hold self-defence classes for women," Martine pants, resting against the wall. Her whole entire body was sweating like hell. "It would make a lot of money."
Natasha chuckles and shakes her head. Shit, she was barely sweating. "I have a job. I don't need the other." She offers the water in her hands to the tired girl, and Martine takes it with happily open hands. Wanda chuckles, her mouth turned up in a grin.
"I can see it barely affects you."
"Well, I've been doing it for years. You have to keep practicing."
Martine laughs. "I get that, but I'm not practicing shit tonight. Only thing I'll be practicing is turning on the tub faucet and taking a nice warm bath to soothe these puppies," she states, nodding to her whole body. "Everything hurts."
"Oh, stop being dramatic," Natasha chuckles as Wanda helps Martine up. "You two will be at Steve's tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we will."
"Hopefully with less sore muscles."
Natasha rolls her eyes and shows them the way out, saying goodbye, and then Wanda and Martine head home. Wanda drives Martine up to the apartment, says goodbye and a, "See you tomorrow." Before riding off. Martine looks up at her apartment complex and sighs.
Finally, home.
When she reached the apartment, she placed her bags down on her bed, and then practically collapsed onto the couch in the living room. So far, she hadn't heard Bucky. He must have still been at the base. Or really good at hiding. She stuck with the first. Martine stands up and heads into the kitchen, grabbing something to eat. Wherever Bucky was right now must have been something important because he rarely leaves the apartment except to go to the base and occasionally head out. Other times it was with her.
The front door opens, and she spins around, seeing Bucky head inside with bags in his hands. She raises an eyebrow, watching him close the door, and when he turns around and sees her he nearly jumps a foot in the air. "What ya got in the bags?" she chuckles.
"Jesus," he mumbles, shaking his head. "Scared the shit out of me. And that's hard to do." He comes over and hesitantly places the bags down on the table. They looked like fast food bags. "You told me at one point this place was your favourite place to go for fast food." She saw on the side it said MCDONALDS. "Since you were working so hard today, at least from what I heard from Steve, I got some food for you to relax with."
Martine smiles at him. "Thank you," she chuckles. "I haven't had this stuff in years. But after today I so need it." She takes the food out of the bags, seeing he got her a burger with extra onion rings and bacon. Shit, even if he couldn't remember who he was, he could definitely remember her burger order. He had gotten some food for himself as well, a nice greasy Big Mac. "How was training with Steve? Did he tell you about Thanksgiving tomorrow?"
"Yeah, and Jeanette phoned. She says they're coming in the morning, and the lawyer is too," Bucky explained. Martine nodded in understanding.
"Thanks for getting this," Martine said softly. She bit into the burger and smiled, savouring the taste.
Bucky smiled and held her close. They put on a sci-fi movie called, Star Wars: A New Hope, and she snuggles against him.
He kissed her forehead and they both took sips from their milkshakes. His was chocolate and Martine's was strawberry. He held her hand tightly. She looks up and smiles.
"So..." she mumbles. "You didn't answer. How was training?"
"It was good. Did well with some of the moves. Still a bit unsteady cause of what happened with you...but I'm doing better, doll," he says to her, reassuring her worried expression.
She sighs and nods her head. "Okay." She kisses his cheek before sniffing. "Goodness. You're just as sweaty as me."
"Could just take a bath together," he suggests, smirking at her. He gets a reply with a smack to his arm. Barely any pain, but he cringed for her sake. "Ow!"
"Oh, shut it," she snickers before shaking her head. "Wanna eat." She eats a few fries and then holds one out. "Here, boy! Get the fry!"
He rolls his eyes. "Funny. Callin' me a pooch now, huh?" She only smiles, holding it out. Bucky snatches it up with his mouth, and that's when she giggles.
"Well, you do growl." He snorts.
"Then don't call me a dog. Rather be something better."
She looks at him quietly before biting her lip. "How about a wolf? My wolf," she says softly. "That's better than a dog, right?"
She watched as a smile came on his face. He nodded as she leaned into him, and cupped his face tenderly in her hands. He rested his forehead on hers.
Martine didn't say anything. She understood, and wrapped her arms around him tightly, letting him know that she would never leave him again.
"I'm your wolf?" Bucky asked quietly.
Martine nodded at him, and felt him hold her close. He leaned down to kiss her tenderly, and smiled.
"You're my wolf, Jamie."
He smiles at her, and she found herself just loving that smile. He was being so sweet and kind and just...perfect. She had never had a real relationship like this.
He pecks her forehead and then both turn back to the movie, happy to be just relaxing with each other. The wolf and his girl.
The next day when Thanksgiving arrived, everyone was getting ready to head to Steve's to celebrate. Bucky had gotten ready easily, while Martine was taking a bit more time.
So he sat on the couch with the cats, feeling them purr against his metal arm, ironically. Guess they just liked hard objects.
He shakes his head and calls out to her. "Martine! Gotta go!"
They had stayed in for the morning to watch the parade, but now they were borderline running late. "I'm coming," he hears her chuckle before she emerges. Bucky looks up and felt his smile widen at her appearance, and let his eyes wander.
She was wearing a nice, black dress that for her form well, showing off every curve she could have. She wore black heels that made her legs look sexy. Her hair was let down, but it was curled a bit and framed her cheeks. Her makeup was practically all natural, just a bit of eyeshadow, lipstick and eyeliner.
Her natural beauty was fine on its own, which was hard for some women. She was looking at herself in the mirror, trying to see if anything was out of place, and he rolls his eyes.
"You look amazing, doll," he says quietly. "But we gotta go."
Martine laughed at that and took his hand then gently. They headed outside to where the bike was and got on it. It was lightly snowing as they drove to where Steve and Sharon lived. Once they got there they looked at the place.
It was a beautiful house, and clearly had top security. They drove into the car lot and got out. Sharon came out to greet them with a smile, as they saw Jeannette patiently explain what a voodoo doll was to a clearly confused Thor.
"So you put needles in it?" Thor asked, horrified.
"Yes dear, to punish our enemies and send them pain," Jeannette said calmly. She began helping Sharon with the cooking as Adrian came in with Wanda.
"Hey," Adrian says to Jeanette, hugging her. She smiles and looks at the siblings.
"Adrian and Martine, the lawyer will meet us tomorrow morning at the base," Jeannette explained softly. They both hugged her, Beatrice and Jax.
"Thanks, Jeanette," Adrian said gratefully as he hugged his godmother. She patted his cheek and began chattering away to Wanda, while Jax and Sam were talking about their experiences in the war. Beatrice was talking to Darcy and Martine.
Bucky smiled as he saw Natasha and Wanda talking to the women. He went to where Steve was talking to the others, when Fury entered with Maria Hill.
"Happy Thanksgiving," Tony said cheerfully as he arrived in his Iron Man suit, carrying Pepper.
Martine rolls her eyes. "Always have to make a show, don't you?"
"Only for you, witchy."
She snorts as Pepper comes over. "Oh, trust me I told him not to," Pepper chuckles, hugging her. "It's good to see you again."
Pepper had been at the base often while she was healing after the gunshots, and the two had talked a lot when she was feeling a bit down. The two had grown close.
"You too," Martine says softly before looking over at Tony talking to the others. "I think this is all being settled out for once." Pepper nods.
"I told him no fights. It's supposed to be happy, not terrifying. I'm sure they'll get drunk later and have some sort of manly contest but it's better to than fighting, right?" Pepper asks, shrugging her shoulders.
"It sure is, and at least we won't have to worry about them getting into a fight," Martine agreed amused, as she and Pepper talked to the rest of their friends.
The large dining table which had a red table cloth over it, had different dishes of every meal. Cornbread, a large turkey with stuffing that sat proudly in the middle, gravy, cranberry sauce, apple cider and macaroni and cheese, green bean casserole, pecan pie, cornbread sticks and biscuits. Not to mention the many side and dessert dishes that were being made.
Bucky noticed that all of the food reminded him of his childhood as a young boy with his family. He then saw Steve come over quietly and sit down next to him.
"You ok?" he asked gently.
"Yeah, I'm fine...I'm just, lucky to have all of you," Bucky said honestly. Steve squeezed his shoulder in an act of friendship when they saw a black car pull up then.
T'Challa stepped out calmly and looked quietly at Bucky. He saw Martine help Pepper put down the potato gratin side dish, as T'Challa walked over, smooth as silk.
Bucky kept eye contact calmly.
"Happy Thanksgiving," the man says to him.
Bucky nods, not saying anything. T'Challa goes over to Tony, and then Bucky lets out a tired sigh. Martine looks at the others and then goes to him.
"Hey." She takes his hand and brings him outside. Once they were away from earshot she laces her fingers through his. "You good?"
"Yeah." He looks at the man again before looking at her. "I just don't want him starting trouble."
"I know. I know. But you're better than that. If he starts something you just have to ignore it. Maybe even kill it with kindness." He raises an eyebrow. "Alright, not that. Even if he does say something I'm gonna be saying something back."
Bucky rolls his eyes before wrapping an arm around her waist. "That's my girl."
"Yeah well, I'm not going to let him treat you shit, James," Martine said softly but firmly.
"I know, but I'm not exactly innocent, Martine," Bucky said quietly as he looked at her with deep blue eyes.
"To me you are. You had no control over what had happened to you, and T'Challa can't blame you for that, Martine said calmly. Bucky kissed her on the lips softly.
She kissed him back and smiled at him tenderly, before they headed back inside to see music being played. Couples were dancing in the living room.
Bucky held her hand tightly.
Martine smiles as he bites his lip, and then looks down at her. He opens his mouth to speak but she pulls him towards her. "Yes. C'mon."
He smirks as he moves his hands to her waist, and she wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls her close, resting his forehead against hers, and she smiles again. God, she cared so much about him.
When she first met him, he had captured her, stopped her from killing. She had only seen that stoic expression. But now she was seeing a whole new side of Bucky, one she really liked.
She leans forward and kisses him, and he kisses her back. Her hands fist into his hair, but before anything could happen she pulls back, nuzzling his neck. His scent made her feel good. Manly, woodsy. He just screamed feral, and she loved it.
"My wolf," she murmurs against the skin of his neck, still swaying to the music.
"My witch," Bucky said quietly as they swayed to the soothing music that was being played on the radio. Martine smiled at him as they kissed again.
Everyone else simply smiled at the scene, happy for their two teammates to have found some happiness.
T'Challa watched silently, as Barnes and the young woman who was a witch danced with each other to forties music.
She seemed to really care for him, and the winter soldier seemed to care for her. He watched them with narrow eyes, his brow furrowed slightly. He looked at Steve.
"That girl's a bit young to be dating someone like him? Don't you think?" he questioned suspiciously. He didn't like the fact that there were two witches on their team.
Adrian and his sister, everyone said that Adrian's code name was The Magician, while the woman was called Gypsy Witch or Priestess.
"Honestly? No," Steve mutters, looking up at him. "The two are happy, and that's all I ever wanted for Bucky. She's the one thing that can keep him calm. And he would never let her get hurt."
"He did back at the warehouse."
"That was all of our fault. We should have seen the man coming," Steve says, looking at him quietly. "Seriously. We should have. That has nothing to do with Bucky."
He looks over at the two, seeing Bucky say something and then she laughed, her head tilting back. God, she had brought some of the old Bucky back. He couldn't even do that.
Martine was truly something special.
"Those two are meant to be together. They're meant to help each other heal," Steve states. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
"None of us would. They're clearly meant to be together," Clint stated calmly, as he wrapped an arm around Natasha tightly.
T'Challa remained unconvinced.
Everyone decided to stay at Steve and Sharon's, because all of them were a bit drunk. Couples were all shown to a room, when Bucky and Martine saw a beautiful baby cot.
"Sharon's pregnant?" Bucky asked surprised. Steve nodded.
"Wanted to wait until this thing with HYDRA was solved, but well, we're having a baby," Steve said with a soft smile.
Bucky felt happy for his best friend.
"That's great, Steve," he says quietly. Martine nods her head.
"I just hope you know what you're doing," Martine chuckles. "Babies are a lot of work. They'll drive you crazy. I used to take care of them after school."
Steve nods. "Oh, trust me, we know. Took a lot to think about this." He nods at the two of them. "Leave whenever you want tomorrow, get a good night's rest."
They nod as he leaves the room, and as soon as the door closes Bucky wraps his arms around Martine and kisses her. Hard.
She fists her hands into his hair, moaning softly, before he topples her onto the bed. Martine giggles as she hits the fluffy mattress, and then pulls away, running a hand through his hair.
She bit her lip and sighs.
"Bucky, I know this is the last thing you want to hear...but we really need to start thinking of how to find those other books. We don't have all of them," she says softly.
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