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 22

Martine leaned into Bucky as he held her close. The team had called it a night, and they were right now tucked into bed, with Martine curled into his side.

"I miss the apartment, but this feels nice too," Martine said softly. Bucky nodded as he kissed her on the lips.

She kissed him back tenderly.

Bucky slowly wraps his arms around her even tighter, before pulling the woman onto his lap. She giggles as his hands settle at her hips, and hers go to his hair. Now this is what he had missed.

With the amount of shit that had been going on, the two hadn't had any time to themselves. And he needed to touch her. Ached to.

When he pulls away, he brushes away her hair. "So pretty," he mumbles. She rolls her eyes.

"Shut it."

"Not lying." He leans up and kisses her again. "Just wanna kiss you all day." She smiles against his lips and tangles her fingers into his messy hair.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"You need a little bit of a haircut."

Bucky laughs as she pulls away, looking at the strands. "I don't mind it long."

"Neither do I, but now it's getting ridiculous," she chuckles. "Look at all this." He rolls his eyes and then pulls her back into him. "You can't kiss your way out of a haircut from me."

"I can try," he murmurs before kissing her again. She smiles.

"I do like long hair..." she mutters before kissing him back again.

Bucky laughed, glad that she like his hair long. But he did have to admit that it needed a slight trim. He pulled the young woman into him and nuzzled her neck tenderly.

"Alright. I'll let you trim my hair, but I like it this way," Bucky said warningly. Martine laughed softly as she stood up, and went to get the scissors. He followed her into the bathroom, where he sat down.

Martine began trimming his hair gently. She didn't cut it too short, but didn't leave it too long. His hair has grown a bit more since Steve had found him again, so she cut it to when he was first discovered. She finished up and he smiled in thanks at her.

"That better?" she asked softly. Bucky nodded.

She smiled and picked up the strands of hair that had fallen on the tiled flooring when she saw Bucky looking at his metal arm.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly. He looked up and sighed.

"Ross wants a meeting with us in the morning...he thinks that we should stop looking for the books, but all of us know that's a big fucking mistake," Bucky grunted annoyed.

Martine buried her face in her hands. If HYDRA got their hands on even one of those books...then they could cause a world disaster, or bring about the end of the world.

Bucky comes forward and places a hand on her back. "Hey. We both know we need to do this. We don't have to follow what he says."

Martine looks up and nods. "You're right...I'm just nervous." She looks at his eyes and smiles. "I can see your face again."

He rolls his eyes as she snickers, and then he leans in, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. When he pulls back he cups her cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb. "I know you're nervous, but we'll get through all this shit together. We will."

She nods as she looks at the bathtub. Biting her lip, she looks at Bucky. "Do you wanna take a bath together?"

His head snapped up. He hadn't been expecting that. The bath was large enough for the both of them and more (it was more like a jacuzzi than a bath.) But they hadn't even seen each other naked yet.

"Martine..."

"It'll just be a bath," she says softly. "Please? And then afterwards we can head to bed and sleep. I haven't had you to myself in a while."

"Alright, I'll have a bath with you," Bucky said roughly, praying to God that he could control himself. He watched as Martine ran the bath, before she started taking off her cotton nightgown and stepped into the water.

Bucky averted his eyes, before he started pulling off his sweatpants and then got in beside her. The bubbles covered their bodies, as they both sat together in a peaceful silence.

He felt her rest her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her tightly, feeling her skin on his.

He felt her touch the scars from Armin Zola's experiments, and he didn't flinch or tense up at her touch.

It was like she was healing him.

Martine looked at the scars on his chest in silence. Her heart ached for him and for the pain he had suffered at HYDRA's hands. Bucky nuzzled her neck tenderly.

He really wanted to touch her now. God, she looked so beautiful.

Those thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly poured water onto his head. He raises an eyebrow at her slicking it back. "The hell?" he mumbles.

"I wanted to see your face when I do this." Before he could ask she leans in and places a soft kiss on the top of his metal arm. Even if it wasn't flesh, he felt like he could feel it vibrate through his whole entire system.

Kisses were for tenderness, for passion, to show someone you cared. She just kissed the worst part about him. Martine really wasn't afraid of him. Not anymore.

When she pulls back, she brings her hand up to stroke his cheek. "I've never cared for someone so much," she says softly, bubbles now in her hair. To Bucky, it reminded him of one of those mermaids in this books he had read. A few of the things that he had been trying to do to catch up with the times.

They were beautiful and curvy like her, with enchanting voices and bubbles in their wet hair. Some were good and some were bad. He felt like Martine was the perfect mixture of both. She was just perfect.

Bucky snorts and looks away. "You're just saying that."

"No." She brings his face to look at her, gripping his chin. "James...you're the first man in years I can fully trust with my life. I don't trust anyone that often but I know I can with you. And you can with me, because I care so much about you."

"You really care about me? Like I care about you, doll?" Bucky questioned. Martine smiled at him tenderly and kissed him for a while, before pulling back.

"I meant every word, James. I love every part of you, and that includes the Winter Soldier. I'm not afraid of you, or that side," Martine said firmly, before she kissed his cheek.

Bucky growled and moved her so she was sitting on his lap, her long dark blonde hair damp and wet. He washed it with the shampoo and conditioner.

Her skin was so soft and smooth under his touch. She shuddered slightly when his metal hand touched her skin, and he saw her nipples harden, causing him to grow low and feral.

Martine started washing his hair then gently, running her hands through the soft strands of dark brown hair.

"Aren't we just two peas in a pod?" she mumbles, causing Bucky to snort.

He looks down at her stomach before shaking his head. "You would not believe what I was thinking earlier today," she tilts her head a bit.

"What?"

"It's really nothi-"

"Oh, just tell me," Bucky smiles a bit before shrugging.

"I...I was thinking about kids and that crap. I mean, I know I'm screwed up and all that, but...maybe one day, I...uh, I mean..." Martine smiles at his suddenly shy attitude.

"Bucky, you aren't fucked up," she chuckles. "You're damaged. There's a difference. And that's nothing to stop you from doing what you want. If you want kids on the future, you can have that now..."

He looks up at her, seeing her bite her lip. "I was thinking about them with you."

She blushes and looks away. "I have, too. We'd have some good looking kids." Bucky smiles a bit and then runs his hands up her body, causing her to look down at him. There was still soap in her hair.

"Here," he grabs some water and pours it down her, and then down him. "Soap gone. Now sit." She raises an eyebrow before he settles her in-between his legs. His arms wrap around her, and he tilts her head so he could kiss her neck a bit.

She bites her lip again before turning to look at him. "You're so sweet."

"I'm not," he defends.

"You are. At least to me."

Bucky shrugs and squeezes her side. "Can't help it if you're the only woman I've ever cared about this much," he mumbles. She smiles and looks up at him.

"You've been with others."

He sighs and shrugs. "Doesn't matter. None of them have made me feel like you have. You're just...different."

She bites her lip and holds his hand, squeezing it gently. "You are to me too," she says softly.

Bucky kisses the side of her head and sighs, letting out a deep breath. "You're also a witch, so there's that. You're special." She scoffs before chuckling.

"Yeah, I'm a witch. I'll hex you if you break my heart," she chuckles softly.

Bucky laughed at that and nuzzled her neck. He then carefully rested a hand over her stomach, and imagined her pregnant with his child.

She'd be so beautiful carrying his kid, glowing with happiness. He held her close and she curled into him happily, smiling to herself. She was so happy at having a man like Bucky around.

She was falling for this man.

Sharon wanted everyone to arrange her wedding with Steve, who was now in charge of the venue. Pepper was in charge of the make-up and hair.

Natasha was in charge of writing the menus, as it had been agreed that she could write the quickest. Wanda and Martine, along with Beatrice, were doing the bridesmaid dresses.

"I like the color purple for the bridesmaid dresses," Sharon told them. They all smiled and nodded, as they discussed the flower arrangements.

"Roses and orchids," Sharon said softly. Pepper nodded as she wrote that down. The made arrangements to go to the bridesmaid and brides shop, in upper Fifth Avenue.

If Martine ever did get married, she'd like to get married in a church, a nice one near the water. She'd wear a vintage 1920s wedding dress, and she'd like to see Bucky in a tux.

She shook herself, waking her up from an impossible dream. She and Bucky hadn't even said I love you to each other, but Adrian and Wanda. They loved each other...she felt stupid.

'I am not weak. I am not weak,' she said firmly to herself. They all started heading back to the tower, and she thought of what flowers she'd have at her wedding.

Roses and magnolias. She loved magnolias and roses. They even had a magnolia tree in the garden of her home in New Orleans, along with a rose patch and a cherry blossom tree.

"Would you and Bucky ever get married?" Wanda asked curiously. Martine was quiet then before nodding. She'd like to get married to Bucky. She could see it.

Bucky helped Steve with his tux, while Rhodey and Tony, along with some of the others, were helping out with doing the flower arrangements.

"So are you and Martine ever gonna get married? Because Adrian might beat you there," Tony joked as everyone looked at Bucky. He looked at the mirror.

"We talked about having kids," he admitted finally. They smiled as Steve looked at him quietly.

"You'd be a good dad, and Martine would be a good mom. You always wanted a big family. You said that you wanted six kids, boys and girls in a big house so you could continue your dad's business," Steve said fondly.

"Carpentry," Bucky said quietly, and he nodded.

"You'd be a good father," T'Challa said honestly. Bucky nodded in thanks, not noticing a man watching him then and leaving silently.

Adrian smiled.

"You make Marty happy," he said simply and Jax nodded.

Bucky rubs the back of his neck. "All I want to do is make her happy. But everything that's been going on." He sighs and looks over at them. "I just want her to have a fun time at this wedding. I know she will. Just...nervous."

Steve scoffs. "I'm the one getting married, jerk."

Bucky rolls his eyes and steps down, looking at Adrian. "How does this suit look?" He had taken it upon himself to try one on for the wedding. When else was he going to be able to?

Adrian nods. "Good. I'm sure Martine will tear it off."

"Jesus Christ," Bucky mutters. "Stop talking about it." He nods to the cashier that he would take it, and the other men chuckle.

"We can't help it. We say the way you look at her," Jax snickers.

"Has a point, Buck," Steve adds in.

"Have you even told her you love her yet?" Tony suddenly asks, arms across his chest. "I mean, that's your life, but even I can tell you two are drooling over each other."

Bucky's cheeks turn a dark red and he turns away. "I'm not talking about it," he mumbles before going to change.

Steve shakes his head and takes off the suit, looking at the others. "I'm happy for him and Martine...but I feel like he thinks he's not worth it to her. That's why he's holding back."

"That's crazy though. Martine loves him for who he is, and she's not afraid of him or the Winter Soldier," Clint said firmly.

His phone rang, he answered it and smirked.

"Yep, yeah and for Christ's sake, I did not need to know that about you two!" Clint said horrified.

He hung up, before glaring at Tony and Steve.

"Your horny wives want you. And I just got a bit too much information about Sharon likes it rough, and Pepper likes Tony being in charge! And Sam, what the hell is up with your girlfriend saying that she likes your husky voice?!" Clint asked disturbed.

Sam went dark red.

"Nothing to worry about, Hawkeye," he said quickly. Clint nodded as the discussion turned to sex, and T'Challa simply stated he was seeing a mutant by the name of Ororo Munroe, who was a teacher.

"I'm not saying anything," Adrian said firmly and Scott quickly followed as did Sam. Clint, Steve, and Bucky exchanged looks.

They were keeping quiet before all of them sighed.

"Mr. Barnes, is it true that you and Miss Laveau are seeing each other despite her mother requesting that you stay away from her?" a familiar voice asked. Everyone turned, and they saw Christine Everhart, standing at the door.

"That's none of your business," Bucky said calmly. Everhart smirked at him.

"Are you aware of her history with Edward Townsend?" she asked innocently. Bucky turned to face her calmly, but the dangerous look on his face made her move away a bit.

"He tried to rape her, and raped another young woman by drugging them both with GHB. If you still think they deserved it, then you should lose your job," he said coldly. Steve glanced at her with a cold expression.

"I'd leave if I were you," Steve warned. Christine fled, looking angry. They paid for their suits, and then began heading back to the tower.

Later that night, after the wedding had been arranged, Bucky was looking up his family tree. He found out that his sister, Rebecca, was still alive but suffering from Alzheimer's disease. She had two grandchildren, Scott and Kimberly Proctor Barnes, his great niece and nephew.

She was still alive.

Martine was getting ready for bed. He turned off the laptop after printing off the photos and looked at Martine, who had carefully put away her bridesmaid dress in a dress bag so it wouldn't get ruined. She smiled at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Bucky looks down at the ground and then smiles a bit. "My sister...she's still alive." She smiles brightly and walks over to him, sitting next to him on the bed.

"That's amazing, James!" she says happily. "You need to visit her and-"

He sighs and then looks up at her. "What if she doesn't want to see me? What if she doesn't remember me, Martine?" he asks quietly. "The woman has Alzheimer's. You know what that does to people."

Martine smiles sadly before titling his head up. "Bucky, you're such a smart man, but that was a dumb comment. Even if she didn't remember you, she would want to see you. Remember, the past is in the past. You can't let that get to you."

Bucky smiles a bit and looks up at her. "I'm thinking of visiting her soon, maybe in a few days. You wanna come?"

Martine blushes and smiles. "As much as I'm flattered, I think it's better if you went by yourself. It's family." He takes her hand and looks at her quietly.

"So are you." She leans over and kisses his lips, before running a hand through his hair.

"C'mon, Bucky. I know why you're asking. You're afraid of being alone with her, that she'll yell at you. I can sense it. But you're stronger than that. This is between you and her, sweetheart."

She walks over to the dresser and throws him a pair of sweatpants.

"Now get into your pjs. Gotta get some sleep." Bucky snickers as she collapses onto the bed. "Nervous to be the best man at Steve's wedding soon?"

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