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 19
He kissed her back tenderly and held her tightly to him as he held her close to him. He kissed the spot where her main pulse point was, knowing it made her weak at the knees.
"You're my girl," Bucky said quietly. Martine smiled then at him, her blue eyes twinkling then with happiness and contentment.
"Then you're my man," she answered softly and leaned into him. Before either could say anything else, they heard a noise outside and saw a group of men parking a car. One by one they got out, and headed up the building, towards their floor.
Bucky narrowed his eyes and grabbed his gun, just as the door was blown open.
"FIRE!" a German accented voice ordered harshly.
"GET DOWN!" Bucky yelled, and pushed Martine on the ground, covering her body with his.
Martine practically yells out before a German solider comes towards them. Bucky aimed the gun at him and blew his damn brains out, causing Martine to freeze. He helps her up, and then the two of them jump out the nearest window. When they reach the ground they could hear the yelling.
"We gotta get to the bike," Bucky says quickly, holding her hand and leading her towards the parking lot. As soon as they entered, more soldiers.
They run towards the bike, trying to leave as fast as possible, all while hearing shooting, and Martine grips onto Bucky for dear life. How had this night changed to something so horrible?
She could almost hear Bucky's heart racing through his back, the adrenaline fresh in them.
They started driving down the highway as the two trucks followed after them. Bucky pressed the button on the bike to get in touch with Steve and others.
"Bucky, what's wrong?" Steve asked concerned. Bucky glanced behind and saw the cars were getting closer to them. He sped up slightly then on the gas.
"Steve, we had to leave the hotel. HYDRA found us," he said grimly as he turned left and headed into a shortcut.
"How the hell did they find you?" Steve asked alarmed, but also concerned for his two friend's safety.
"No fucking clue. We'll meet you at the tower," Bucky said quickly as they seemingly lost the cars.
"Bucky, keep her-"
"I know. I know. I'll be there soon." He hangs up and Martine looks at him with a furrowed brow.
"Me?"
"Yup. He doesn't want me letting you get into their hands. Like that's gonna happen." She nods her head, letting it rest against his back.
They drove for hours, not stopping once, until they reached the Stark Tower deep in NYC. They drove into the carpark where they parked the bike, and quickly got off. They saw Sharon and Steve hurrying over to meet them.
"Do we have any idea on who the mole is?" Martine asked quietly, as the rest of the team reached them.
"No, but Tony, Maria and Fury are looking into it, along with Cameron Klein...it's not looking good," Steve said grimly. They went up the elevator, and reached the tower.
Adrian was waiting along with Wanda and the others, while T'Challa regarded Bucky dispassionately.
"You're not good enough for that young woman."
Bucky glares, and already on edge from what had happened hours earlier, he jumps on him. Martina runs over and pulls him off.
"You don't know shit, asshole!" she snaps at him as Bucky calms down, her hand resting on his shoulder.
"This isn't time to fight!" Steve snaps, looking at them. "We need to figure out what the hell is going on here!"
"Well it's pretty obvious that someone's been betraying us to HYDRA, and they found Bucky and Martine last night," Natasha stated gravely as Salem and Selene were pet by Martine.
"Yeah, but who though?" Adrian inquired. They all started to search when Clint left briefly, and came back with three children, one of whom that was a year old baby boy.
"Everyone, this is Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel," Clint said fondly and proudly, as he looked at his three children.
"Mama!" Lila said happily, and hugged Natasha tightly. Scott left to pick up Cassie, his daughter for safety, Hank Pym and his daughter Hope Van Dyne, who was an attractive young woman.
"Are you ok?" Cooper asked quietly, as he waved shyly at the rest of the team. He grinned at Bucky. "Can I have your autograph? And your girlfriend's?" he asked excitedly, while Lila shyly asked Wanda and Adrian if she could have their autographs.
"Sure, kiddo."
The little boy smiles and nods as they sign; and Bucky chuckles when he runs to his father shyly.
The others smile before Steve looks at them, and then sighs. "We'll find somewhere for you two here. As well as Adrian and Wanda if they need it."
"I think it's best that we all stay together until this whole thing is dealt with," Tony said gravely. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"I saw that woman last night at the hotel," Bucky said quietly as he nodded at a photo of a dark haired young woman.
"You saw Agent Simmons at the hotel?" Fury asked alarmed. Bucky nodded, causing Fury to curse. Agent Phil Coulson arrived, looking grave.
"We believe that Agent Jemma Simmons may have joined HYDRA in order to use and kill your two newest team members," Coulson said gravely to Fury.
Bucky pulled Martine into him tightly while Wanda and Adrian held hands tightly together.
"Why is she after them?" Bucky asked quietly.
"She wants them for the same reason HYDRA does. To use them for their powers. And as we all know, we can't let that happen, but it just seems like more and more people are coming."
Martine looks at Bucky before looking at the others. "Could we get an apartment here?" she mumbles, holding her cats close.
Bucky looks down at her and felt his shoulders drop. She looked so tired, but at the same time so vulnerable. He felt so fucking bad.
And Tony saw it too. "Of course."
The apartment they got at the tower was spacious, and had a balcony that looked out of all of Manhattan. It was like a pretty part of the town out of the madness that was ensuing.
Martine looks at the bed in their bedroom, before collapsing on top of it, letting out a deep sigh. "I don't know how long I can do this for, Bucky," she whispers. "I'm so tired of running."
He nods. "I know, doll. But it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be good."
She nods her head, looking at her hands. "I feel like I fuck up with everything. Now that you're here I've dragged you into the mess I'm in right now with all this HYDRA bullshit, and they're after you again now."
Bucky looks at her quietly before grasping her chin, his eyes sincere. "I chose to be here, baby. The apartment thing was forced, but I was always going to protect you. If they're after me, so what? If it means I can keep you alive, it's worth it."
"But I'm ruining your life, James! How is that worth it?" Martine asked quietly. He saw the sadness and tiredness in her eyes as she leaned into him.
Bucky shook his head and kissed her forehead lovingly. She leaned into him as he rested his forehead against hers, tender, holding her close.
"I'd do anything to keep you safe, doll. I may not be perfect, but you're the best thing that happened to me, aside from Steve saving me and making me remember who I was," Bucky said roughly.
Martine felt her eyes burn. God, she was falling for James more and more, even though she tried to stay weary of him in romantic terms, especially after what Brandon and Robert had done to her.
"You're such a sweet man, Jamie...and I'd do anything to keep you, Adrian, Wanda and the others safe from HYDRA," Martine said selflessly, and he kissed her.
Soft at first, but then their kiss became harder, more passionate.
He runs a hand through her hair, and then his hands grip her sides hard, before laying her down on the bed. She giggles as he towers over her, smiling his smile.
"Look so damn beautiful," he whispers.
She blushes and looks away, and he takes the opportunity to sink his head down and kiss her neck. Martine moans softly as his lips do their work, her hands fisting into his hair. He was so good.
She kinda felt like she as unworthy of him. From what she had heard, Bucky had been a ladies man back in the forties. Now here he was, making her feel good, and she didn't know anything. She guessed she'd just have to learn somehow.
He held her close to him and nuzzled her neck, holding her tightly. He had her in his arms, not wanting to let go of her, as he nuzzled her neck tenderly.
"You mean everything to me, baby," Bucky growled roughly, and kissed along her neck and lower for a minute. She leaned into him, and ran her hands through his dark brown wavy hair that fell in his eyes.
"You mean everything to me too, James," Martine whispered softly. He held her close then, resting his forehead against hers in a very intimate way.
"Won't let anyone hurt you, promise I won't," Bucky said fiercely. Martine gave him a soft smile, her blue eyes twinkling at him.
She knew he meant it.
"You're such a good man," she whispered softly, kissing him softly, and he looked away them her after a moment.
"I'm hardly a good man, doll, T'Challa can tell you how he sees me as a monster...a killing machine," he said bitterly.
Martine rolls her eyes. How many times would they have to go over this?
"James, I've told you so many damn times now. I don't care about what you were. I'm not afraid of that side of you. I only care about the James I see in front of me, the one I know is real. T'Challa can go suck a fucking dick for all I care."
Bucky laughs at her language and then kisses her again, this time with her rolling on top of him. He runs his hands up her hips as she straddles his lap, and nuzzles his neck.
"You're everything to me," she mumbles. "Maybe more than what's healthy," she adds on, giggling slightly.
Bucky rolls his eyes. "Fine with me." He runs a hand up her neck before cupping her cheek. "Then I guess we're both in the same boat." She smiles and nods, kissing him again.
He rolls her back onto the bed, and she laughs. "I feel like we're playing a game of wrestling," she chuckles.
"A sexy type of wrestling," Bucky teased. Martine laughed as she picked up a grimoire and began reading it, with Bucky sitting next to her. She spoke in a different language.
Bucky thought it sounded like Creole French. Whatever Martine was saying though seemed to be working, as she pulled out a map, and then pulled out a pendant with a red ruby in the middle. It landed in the state of New Orleans.
Specifically a graveyard.
"There's something there...maybe one of the grimoires is hidden there," Martine said hopefully, before she saw Vision knocking then and opened it quietly.
"Hello, Vision," Martine greeted warmly.
"Good morning Miss Martine Laveau and Mr. James Barnes. How are you settling in the tower?" Vision asked. Martine saw he was floating slightly in the air.
"Fine, thank you," Martine answered honestly, while Bucky remained silent. He didn't have any issues with Vision, who had saved him after Tony had ripped his cybernetic arm off during the fight between him and Steve.
Vision nodded.
"Mr. Rogers is holding a meeting, and afterwards there will be brunch."
"Thanks for informing us. We'll be down soon." Vision nods and then leaves. Martine closes the door and then sighs. "Time to face reality again."
Bucky chuckles and then kisses the side of her head. "C'mon. Let's get going."
Martine walks beside Bucky, smiling slightly as they headed down. A brunch was something she needed very much.
She was so damn hungry.
They entered the kitchen and were astonished by the sight of seeing so much food on the table. Bacon, hash browns, grits, sausages, French toast, beignets, French bananas, cinnamon toast, pancakes, muffins and cinnamon French toast sticks.
"Wanna help?" Martine asked playfully. She headed to the kitchen and began helping the others with cooking brunch, as Bucky chuckled and decided to help.
He watched as Martine began helping Pepper, Helen, Wanda and Natasha with cooking pancakes. Bucky fried some eggs while Sharon made her strawberry pancakes.
Bucky was astonished by the amount of different pancakes. Blueberry, strawberry, vanilla, ones with maple syrup, and Martine made ones that were called spiced pancakes.
He watched in astonishment as she put in ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg, before adding a pinch of cloves with caramelized diced apples. Adrian and Wanda made waffles.
Tony and Steve were fighting over how to make the best scrambled eggs while Clint kissed Natasha before making pancakes with maple syrup. Natasha cooked pancakes called blini, and another batch called Oladi.
"Here, try some," Martine offered as she gave him some of the mixture. Bucky tasted it.
Jesus Christ.
"Martine. I fucking..." He shakes his head, resting it against the counter. She raises an eyebrow, laughing.
"Good?"
"So damn good." She chuckles and shakes her head, taking the spoon.
"Well then you gotta wait for a bit while we get this ready. You'll get your pancakes," she snickers, pushing him away. "Just gotta be patient."
Bucky groaned but listened and started frying some more bacon. Martine started flipping the pancakes over, and Bucky watched for a while in silence.
Her long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she had taken off her red leather jacket and was now wearing the t-shirt. Her black jeans hugged her figure along with the flat boots that she wore, which had buckles.
She meant so much to him. Bucky knew that he didn't deserve her with his dark and violent past, and what he had done, but Martine didn't care about that.
She held him whenever he woke up having nightmares, or would simply sing to him when he felt troubled. She let him touch her face with his metal hand.
She liked hearing him speak Russian, said it was sexy, and Bucky couldn't help but wonder if she loved him. If possible.
As if sensing his eyes on her, Martine turned around and gave him a soft smile, one that made his heart act strange.
He manages a quiet smile and then she turns back around, going back to the food. Bucky sits down and watches her, her hands moving skilfully on the pan.
God, she was like the perfect woman. But he knew she wasn't. No one was.
"Ah, here we go," she chuckles, serving up the pancakes. "This is perfect. Try them."
Bucky tucked into the pancakes and almost moaned at the taste. He looked at her and she smiled, putting food on her own plate and tucked into the meal.
"Doll, you are one wonderful fucking cook," Bucky growled roughly. Martine smiled at him as she tucked into the food, and they both talked for a while.
"Well, I had help," Martine said softly. The news came in with Christine Everhart, and a young woman that Martine would recognize anywhere.
Lucy Evans.
"Thank you for joining us today, Lucy," Christine said warmly.
Martine could feel her heart beat furiously.
Bucky looks over and places a hand on her shoulder. "You okay?"
She couldn't speak. It was her. That bitch.
"It's very nice to be here," Lucy replies. "Really is tragic, all that's happened the past couple of days."
Christine nods. "What she's alluding to is that Martine Laveau, who has been missing since last night, as well as Bucky Barnes, are on the run. No one has seen them since then. Lucy, an old acquaintance of Martine's, is here to offer her mind on the subject. How do you feel about this?"
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