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 18

"We'll find them. Don't worry," Bucky said quietly as he held her close to him. She smiled.

"I think my family would have liked you, Jamie," Martine said softly. Bucky looked down at her.

"You think so?" He asked quietly.

"I know so. They would have loved you and I know grandpa would have thanked you for saving him from the POW camp...Grandpa respected people who fought for their country," she said reassuringly.

Bucky ran his fingers over her soft face.

"He sounds like a good man," he said quietly, and held her close to him.

"He was." She sighs and looks away. "I just wish that he could still be around to meet you...fucking HYDRA..." He could see that she was starting to get emotional, so he ran a hand through her hair and looked at her quietly.

"I know. They suck. A lot. But at least he's away from all of this. He's safe. And proud of you."

She snorts. "I doubt anyone would be proud of me killing someone."

He shakes his head. "Not when it's to protect people you love."

"When you say it like that, I know it's true," Martine said softly. She curled into him, as he held her close to him, and they both drifted off into sleep.

They arrived back at their apartment after having coffee with the team at the house, before they both had a shower. After that they got dressed, and headed to the lawyer.

Martine wore a black dress with black tights and high heels, with Bucky holding her hand tightly. Jeannette, Jax, Beatrice, Adrian and Wanda joined them.

They headed to the base where the Will's would be read out, and saw Carla was there with Audrey Eastman, Thaddeus Ross and Christine Everhart.

The lawyer was a tall dark haired woman.

"Glad you could come," Martine says softly.

"Glad I can be here. Are you ready?" the woman asks her and Adrian.

He nods. "We gotta know."

"He's right. We do."

She nods. "Okay." She opens up and envelope and looks at Martine. "I'll read yours first."

Martine nods, holding Bucky's hand tightly.

"This will is from both your grandparents and father. They also left separate will's for you and Adrian," Bernadette explained gently. Martine nodded as Bucky held her hand tightly, while Wanda held Adrian's.

"To my beloved granddaughter, we leave half of our money to you, while the four other halves will go to Jeannette, Adrian, Beatrice and Jax also. We would also ask that our clothes will be donated to charity, and that some money will be donated to the Sokovia Children Charity Fund," Bernadette read. Martine felt her eyes burn, just a bit.

She then gave Martine a beautiful wooden box that she recognized as her grandmother's set. Her grandfather had owned a jewellery store, but had been forced to close it after Hurricane Katrina.

"To our beloved grandson. We leave you the Laveau Steamboat and also half of our books, while the other half will go to Jeannette, Beatrice, and Martine."

The Lefort family looked touched by their dear friend's kindness.

"Damn," Beatrice mumbles. "You're grandparents had some serious bank."

Martine laughs a bit before nodding. "They did make some money at one point, yes...a shame everything had to end." She shakes her head and looks at Bernadette again. "What about my father's? I never received that."

The woman smiles and nods, taking out the letter. "This one is for Martine. My dear, sweet daughter, I've seen you grow before my eyes. You and your brother are one of the best experiences that could ever happen to me, and I know you will go on to do great things."

Martine smiles as she looks at Adrian. He was smiling proudly. Hopefully, so far they had made their family proud, wherever they were.

"I leave you the grimoires that have belonged to the women in our family since we were born here in New Orleans. I know you will make me proud, my little gypsy witch," Bernadette read. Martine felt her eyes burn again.

Her father had always called her that as a nickname, or Marie for short. He would call Adrian his Magician.

"This one is for Adrian. My smart, brave boy, I know you will make me proud and fight for what you believe in no matter what your mother or other people think. To my dearest friend Jeannette and Russell, I will always be grateful for your help, and I want you to keep the jewellery store and have your and Beatrice's dream come true. Jax, I know you were a true friend to my son, along with Beatrice to my daughter. I want you and Jax to take over the art store and fulfil your dream, along with my son and daughter."

The two share a smile. They had always been fond of their father.

"Lastly, I leave the Laveau Bayou estate to my children, and ask that they stay the night there with their respective partners and team."

Martine raises an eyebrow. To stay back at the house? They could do that.

"Finally, and this is to you Carla. I know what you did to Martine when you took her into the bayou, and if it wasn't for the fact that I had custody of our beautiful children...you'd be lying in pieces or as a voodoo doll. I know what you did, Carla, to Adrian and Martine, and I might be dead but I know that their partners and their team will not allow you, Thaddeus Ross or HYDRA to touch them. You murdered my father in cold blood after he found out you were related to Alexander Pierce...the man who tortured James Buchanan Barnes and murdered S.H.I.E.L.D agents...I will not allow you to hurt my family."

Bernadette let the wills go and then looks at Martine. She was staring at shock at her mother. She was related to someone from HYDRA? To the man who tortured Bucky of all people?

"You were with them?" she growls.

"I never said that."

"You're related to the man who tortured him!" Martine snaps, getting defensive. Whenever it involved Bucky, she was always defensive. She hated people shitting on him all the time for the shit that happened to him, and this woman was related to the man who caused all of that pain.

Bucky was surprisingly keeping his cool, but even Martine could see that he was glaring at the woman.

"So? He deserved it!" Carla snapped angrily. She picked up her designer handbag and looked at Bernadette then. "Did I get left anything?" she asked impatiently.

Bernadette glared at her disdainfully.

"No, you did not get left any money," she said calmly. Carla glared as she saw Bucky and Martine holding hands, and then at Adrian, who was sitting close to Wanda.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" she screamed enraged.

"Carla, calm down!" Jeannette ordered angrily at the young woman. Carla glared and shook her head.

"You two are no children of mine! Dating a psychopathic murderer and a witch!"

Martine glares at her. "I don't care what you think about me. Or what you think about my powers, but don't you dare insult Bucky or Wanda. You don't know shit about them or what they've done, so shut the hell up!"

She was so sick of people treating them like trash. She cared about Bucky so much, and Wanda as well. She didn't need people saying this shit.

Especially her mother.

"She's right. You don't know anything," Adrian mutters before standing, turning to Jeanette. "When could we have that stay in our house? We aren't doing anything lately."

"It's not the house you grew up in. It's the house where your great grandparents lived," Bernadette informed them. They nodded in understanding before thanking Bernadette for her help.

Martine hugged Jeannette, Beatrice and Jax goodbye as they waited at the airport. The three hugged them all back tightly before boarding their plane.

Adrian and Wanda were going to have lunch, so Martine and Bucky were now getting onto the motorcycle and driving back to the apartment. As he drove, he saw they were being followed.

"Hold on," Bucky said quickly.

Martine's brow furrows, but before she could ask why he made a sharp left turn and sped away. She nearly screamed, but then heard another car going just as fast behind them. Shit.

"Bucky," she whispers fearfully.

"We'll be fine, doll. Just hold on." If anything he increases his speed scaring the shit out of her, until she was grabbing onto him in a tight hold.

But no matter what, that car was still keeping up with them.

"Shit," Bucky curses.

He took a detour around a crowded area, glancing behind him to see that the car was still following them. He pushed on a grey button that was in the center of the handlebars.

"Rodgers," Steve's voice came on the speaker. Bucky speeded up a little to try and lose the car in the traffic. Traffic had never been so good.

"Steve, we're being followed. Got any idea on how we can get to a safe house for a minute?" Bucky asked quickly, while Martine kept an eye out for the grey car.

She couldn't see it anywhere.

"There's a safe house, twenty miles from where you are. Got clothes there," Steve informed him quickly.

"Thanks."

"Bucky, be careful. You too, Martine."

"We'll be good," she says before he hangs up the radio. "You think we'll be good?" she mumbles. Bucky nods.

"We will. Hold on."

He looks at an exit and then speeds off, heading to the area. Martine looks behind her, not seeing the car, but she could never be too cautious.

After a bit he kept his pace, looking around suspiciously. He wanted to get to the safe house soon.

They arrived there and hid the bike in the garage. Both of them got changed, with Martine putting on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and a t-shirt-it was cold outside-and a black tank top.

The sweater that someone had left for her, had writing on it, and said, 'True U,' with two roses and a skull in the center. She put it on and looked at the others.

She put on a grey scarf and a red leather jacket, seeing Bucky had changed clothes too. She put on a pair of boots then and Bucky nodded at her, as she saw he had a pistol. Had to have protection.

Martine took a deep breath and they got onto the bike again, making sure the coast was clear before driving away.

They couldn't go back to the apartment yet. Wanda had texted her saying that she and Adrian were looking after Salem and Selene, which comforted her.

Bucky squeezed her hand tightly as they drove in the highway.

She sighs and looks up at him. "Where do we go?"

"We'll find a hotel for the night, head towards it to get some rest. Then when can we head back."

She bites her lip and nods, letting him drive. About an hour later they were outside a moderately priced motel, something they needed. She and Bucky got off, looked around, and then raced inside.

It was simple. Nothing exquisite. Just a couple of couches and some plants. It was only a motel.

"One room for the night," Bucky asks. The man behind the counter nods and hands them a key, which said 203. They head outside and up the second floor, keeping an eye out the whole time. Once they reach the room, they rush inside, shut the door, and sigh deeply.

Martine feels her knees give out as Bucky closes the blinds and locks the door. "That was too damn close. Who was that?"

"Probably some punk working for HYDRA," he mutters, glancing outside before looking back at her. "We're gonna be here for a bit, so better get relaxed, doll."

Martine nodded and sighs as she runs a hand through her blonde wavy hair. She tried to get comfortable as Bucky sat down next to her, and she sat up.

"Do you think...I should just hand myself over?" she asked quietly, thinking of the people that had died because of her.

Bucky looked at her angrily.

"Don't you dare do that, Martine! HYDRA are full of false promises, and I won't let you do that," Bucky growled angrily as his phone rang. He answered it quickly. "Steve?"

"Bucky, Martine...we think HYDRA's infiltrated us by having a mole in our ranks," Steve said grimly. They both took that in silently then and sighed.

"Do you know who it is?" Bucky asked finally.

"We think it's someone on Coulson's team that's been helping HYDRA, and we found that some government officials helped Stark build that underwater prison," Steve said darkly.

Martine swallowed.

"So they know...they know where we all live?"

"We're thinking that's a yes. Look, just stay in the motel for now and we'll figure everything out tomorrow. Stay safe, both of you."

"No problem, Steve," Bucky states before hanging up. He looks down at the carpet and sighs. "Well shit."

She lays her head on his shoulder. "Where do we go if we can't go back home?"

Bucky looks down at her and squeezes her hand. "We just have to find a new home. We can. Anywhere." Martine sighs and nods, looking away.

"I was really starting to like that home," she mutters.

Bucky looks at her with a sad expression on his face before nudging her side. "We could go to Avengers tower in the city. New York. We might be safer there."

Martine looks up. "Really? In the city?"

"We would be. It's heavily protected. We could go there."

"Then we should meet the others there in the morning?" Martine asked quietly. Bucky nodded as he held her close, and they got under the sheets, and both tried to get some rest.

That night Bucky woke up to see that Martine wasn't in bed next to him. She was sitting cross legged on the floor and was literally levitating in mid-air.

Her eyes were closed and her hair was gently curling around her as she meditated. He could see that she was deeply concentrating, before gently letting go.

Bucky watched in awe as she gently floated down, and her feet rather unsteadily hit the carpeted floor, causing her to stumble slightly. She cursed.

"Damnit! Wanda can do it but I can't!" Martine said frustrated.

"It's okay," Bucky says, causing her to spin around. "I saw you up in the air. You were doing fine."

"Doesn't matter. You should be asleep," she mutters, sitting down on the bed. Bucky saw her run her hands through her hair in the dark. She was stressing.

He comes forward and wraps his arms around her. "How come you aren't sleeping?"

"I couldn't sleep so I decided to practice on my telekinesis and the flying ability, but I lost my balance," Martine said frustrated and leaned into him then. He saw lights in the distance.

He cautiously looked and saw it was only a black SUV parking up for the night, before seeing two men and a woman step out. They headed into the reception area.

He was sure that he had seen that woman before.

Bucky shook his head and pulled Martine into him. She curled up into him, and sighed quietly.

"I don't deserve you, James," she said quietly. He shook his head then at her statement, cupping her face.

"Other way 'round, doll. I don't deserve you."

She rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around him, turning in his own arms. "It's true. I'm such a mess. You deserve someone better than me."

"Sweetheart, we're both messes." She laughs and nods her head.

"True. Very true." She leans down and kisses him, running her hands through his hair.

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