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.

Warning: This scene is mature, if you don't like smut then skip over it.

Divided We Fall

Chapter 24

"So am I, James. So am I," Martine said softly. He kissed her again, pulling her into him tightly, as they headed back to the Stark Tower.

Bucky held her close, and everyone else was asleep. He kissed Martine on the lips again and picked her up, his hands settling on her hips, as he dragged her to their room.

Martine let him, but she wanted him too. She loved him and she wasn't scared of him. He pulled her onto the bed and sat down beside her, taking off his jacket.

They sat in silence for a while and Martine wrapped her arms around him tightly them, humming a song in French under her breath. He sighs, loving that this woman was here.

Something changed between them. Bucky moved around slightly and tilted her head up, before kissing her again. They both stood up, before he pinned her against the wall, and kissed her harder, hands digging into her sides.

Martine let out a breathless gasp, feeling his hands on her hips. He started pulling up the dress and took it off, leaving her only in a dark purple lace bra and matching panties.

Her long blonde hair was still clipped in the middle. Bucky gently pulled it out, seeing her hair reach her back gently, and he kissed her again.

He let her pull off his shirt and saw how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. He tensed up when she touched his metal arm, but relaxed after a moment, looking down at her.

"Can I make love to you, amoureux?" Bucky asked quietly. Martine was silent for a bit, before kissing him passionately on the mouth.

"I want you to make love to me. Please, James," Martine whispered quietly, suddenly shy.

Bucky swallowed and looked at her, wanting to make sure that she wanted this. He nods, and pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her neck tenderly.

"I don't wanna hurt you, doll," he said quietly, worried that he might end up hurting the woman he loved so deeply. She smiled at him reassuringly.

"You won't, Jamie. I trust you," she whispered reassuringly. Bucky looked at her quietly, and nodded before kissing her again, and pulled her up against him, taking her back towards the bed.

He couldn't lose her or the others, or the rest of his family. He kissed her again and she ran her hands through his hair, before placing her bridesmaid dress in the wardrobe.

Salem and Selene were both asleep on their little bed, completely passed out aside from the light purrs. He comes back over and climbs onto the bed, towering over her.

"You looked so damn beautiful in that dress. I wanted to rip it off you and fuck you against the bathroom wall," Bucky growled roughly and paused. "Promise me something, doll?"

Her brow furrows and she brings hand up to cup his cheek. "What is it?"

He looks away and then back at her. "Promise me that whatever happens between us, anything in the future...we always find our way back to each other. No matter what. I...I can't lose someone else I care about."

She runs a hand through his hair and smiles. "You never have to ask me of that, Jamie. I'll always be here." He smiles and kisses her again, pinning her hands above her head.

As he moves his lips to her neck, his hands move to the back of her bra, unclipping it. Her breasts spilled out as he removed the piece of clothing and threw it to the side. When he saw them he smiled and kissed down to her chest.

He smirks a bit at her before taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, a familiar rush of warmth gathering down below.

"Just like that, James," she murmurs, hands reaching for his back. His muscles arched as he sunk down, wearing her out, before moving to the other nipple, doing the same procedure, while his other hand massaged the other.

She bites her lip when his lips move down her stomach, but before he could do anything she moves so that she was on top. Martine leans down and kisses his nose, before smirking.

"You're not all in the lead," she chuckles softly, her hands going to his pants. She could feel how excited he was through his briefs. "You want me, baby?"

"You have no idea," he mumbles, looking at her body hungrily. She smiles and kisses him again before pulling his pants down slowly from his legs, leaving him in just his underwear.

"Then you can have me," she whispers seductively before he suddenly pins her back down to the bed. The action caused her to yelp in surprise, but she could see his eyes were darker, his hands tighter. Martine runs a hand up his side. "Let it happen, James. I'm not afraid."

Bucky looks down at her quietly before leaning down and kissing her neck. It was gentle at first. And then she felt teeth. She cries out at the mix of pain and pleasure, her legs wrapping around him. His hands move them so he could pull down her panties, as he sucked at her skin.

Once they were near her feet, he brings a hand down to grab them and brings them to his nose, before smirking against them.

"You're already ready for me, aren't you?" he growls lowly. "Been wanting this for ages." He throws the panties to the side and leans down, kissing her again, and then brings a hand down to touch her swollen clit. "Yeah, you're ready."

"James, please," she whimpers against his ear. "Fuck me already."

"Let me see if maybe I've got this," he murmured, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth, and then running his tongue over where he'd just bitten. "That more like it?"

Her body's response was immediate. Warmth pooled low in her belly, and she clutched at him, fingers tangling in his hair. Bucky must have taken that as a yes, because his lips were suddenly slanting over Martine's with more urgency, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, teasingly stroking hers.

She gasped, and he gave a low chuckle, licking into her mouth once more before flicking his tongue against the back of her teeth. Martine melted into his embrace, pulse echoing loudly in her ears. About the time she remembered breathing was something she needed to do. He sucked her bottom lip between his, gently tugging on it before breaking the kiss.

Her long blonde, almost dirty blonde, wavy curls were sprayed over the pillows. He could see her chest rising and falling as she looked at him.

"I'm gonna make love to you all night long, Martine. Gonna touch you in every way, fucking touch your breasts until you go insane...make you feel good, doll," Bucky growled roughly.

Martine shuddered against him at that. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, long, hard and passionately, pouring all of the emotion he had into that one touch.

'I love you...so much Martine. Please don't leave me, please don't leave,' Bucky prayed mentally. He nuzzled her cheek tenderly, and cupped her face.

He looked at her hungrily and looked at her soft, creamy pale skin that tasted like the sun. He nuzzled her neck tenderly, as his hands ran up her smooth and soft sides. Fuck, she felt like a doll.

"You're so beautiful, James," Martine said softly. Bucky shook his head at her words and grunted gruffly.

"Men aren't beautiful doll, especially me," Bucky said quietly as he kissed her tenderly.

"You are to me. You are the most beautiful and handsome young man that I've ever met," she whispered fiercely, before kissing him. The kiss turned heated and passionate.

Bucky let out a growl when she grabbed his dog tags and pulled him into her, their breathing heavy. He looks down at her, eyes hooded.

They studied each other intently. Bucky laced his fingers through hers and growled low.

"Give me one second. I want…want to remember. Want to see this, see you. Okay?" he states as he pulls off his boxers, throwing them to the side.

She nodded, teeth biting desperately into her bottom lip. Bucky nodded back, expression just as desperate, and began to push into her, inch by inch, with his eyes on hers the whole time. Martine saw the very moment his jaw went slack, felt the tremor roll through him when he was finally as deep as he could go after breaking her barrier. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, holding him close as they both exhaled.

"Please tell me if I hurt you, doll...I can't...I won't hurt you," Bucky said gently. Martine nodded quietly.

She sucked in a breath, once he broke her barrier. She felt a brief sting, then nothing, and she moaned at the sensation of Bucky being fully inside her.

"Move," she whispered softly. Bucky growled, as he started to gently thrust into her.

He hooked her left leg over the crook of his flesh arm, keeping his pace slow until she was used to the feeling of him thrusting in and out of her. She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, while her other hand dug into the flesh of his shoulder.

"Mine," he moaned into her mouth. He moved to his knees, deepening his thrusts all the while keeping his pace slow for her.

"Please. James," she begged, wrapping her right leg around his waist. "Harder. Faster. Please," she begged, breaking the kiss and moaning his name loudly.

He sped his movements up just a slight pace, and she groans in annoyance.

"Stop. Teasing," she ordered, pulling on his hair. "Make love to me. Please, James."

Bucky growled and began thrusting harder into her, his metal hand gripping her hip tightly, while his human hand cupped her face tenderly in his hands.

"James...Jesus, you feel so good," she whispers, her voice low and raspy with lust and love. His speed increases slightly, and her hands clutch to his back, tracing his scars on his shoulder.

She kisses him passionately, her breathing fast, and smiles breathlessly.

"It doesn't hurt with you," she whispers. "You feel so amazing." He stares at her for a second before kissing her hard.

He didn't know why but her saying that gave him so much pride. That he was making her feel good, making her feel his love for her.

"I'm never gonna hurt you," he says, his voice filled with lust and passion, tenderness seeping into it. "You're mine, and no one else is gonna touch you," he growls.

"Yours, baby," she moans, as she digs her fingers into his back. "All yours, your mate, everything." She loved saying that, absolutely loved it. It made her feel...wild.

Bucky loved feeling Martine's hands on his skin. They were so small as she dug her nails into his back. He thrusted harder into her, burying his face into her neck, before resting his forehead against hers.

She tangles her hands into his hair before moaning as he hit a sensitive spot inside her. Martine gripped onto his shoulders, the spot being hit every single thrust, and her warmth started to gather in a tangle down below.

"Fuck...yes, James! Right there!" she moans, hands attaching to his hair.

He kisses her lips to quiet her down-people were sleeping, for God's sake-but it didn't stop the fact that he was incredibly turned on with her saying that. God, he just wanted to fuck her all night.

She could feel herself coming close, and she looked at him, eyes hooded, desperate to meet his. "I'm gonna cum," she gasps, hands digging into his shoulders.

"Then cum for me, baby," he whispers huskily to her. "Right on me. I wanna feel it."

And cum she did. Her head fell back against the pillows, as her orgasm rushed through her like a plane. It felt like a million pieces of stardust floating around her body, zooming her off to some far, distant planet. Bucky kept going hard in her, despite him losing his pace a bit, prolonging her pleasure, moaning his name.

Her tightened walls around him caused him groan into her neck, and a few moments later, he could feel himself coming close too. She runs a hand down his back.

"Cum in me," she murmurs, kissing him again. "C'mon, James. Cum for me."

His hands attached hard to her hips, and he came with a growl, his body shuttering and spurting from his orgasm, everything in him coming out. Goddamn.

He collapses onto the bed, sweaty and tired, before looking over at her. Instantly, he takes her into his arms, and kisses her hard, causing her to smile against his lips. When he pulls away, he pushes her sweaty hair away from her eyes.

She bites her lip and looks down at the sheets, before looking at him shyly. She had to say it. "James?"

"Yeah?" he mumbles.

"...I love you."

Bucky was still for a few moments and didn't speak. Martine could feel herself starting to get worried when he cupped her face tenderly in both of his hands, before kissing her passionately.

"I love you too, Martine...so fucking much," Bucky whispered tenderly. Martine stared at him for a minute, before realizing he was telling the God-honest truth.

Bucky loved her. All of her and her flaws.

Martine kissed him happily and he kissed her back. This beautiful young woman loved him, loved despite his dark past under the mind control of HYDRA and the Soviet Union. Loved him despite everything. He cupped her face and held her tightly in his arms, his metal hand resting on her stomach, while his human hand was wrapped around her waist tightly. They both curled up together.

"I love you, James, so very much," she whispered softly. Bucky smiled, before kissing her passionately and lovingly on the lips. She had taken off her make up, and looked beautiful without it on.

His girl.

Bucky woke up to feeling something in his arms. He looked down to see it was Martine, her long blonde wavy hair fanning over his chest. Her hand was resting over where his heart was.

She looked so beautiful and content.

He kissed her and pulled away slightly from her body, deciding to draw her.

Bucky got out his sketchbook as he thought of Rebecca. She had died last night. He already missed her so much, and wished that he had gotten more time with her.

He loved Martine.

He wanted to touch her now. He was hard as hell.

"I'll draw later," he mutters before throwing the sketchbook to the side. He moves the covers from her body, seeing goosebumps rise up on her skin at the chilly air. He could see it was snowing outside.

Bucky leans down and spreads her legs, before rubbing her clit, kissing the inside of her leg. He heard her gently moan in her sleep, and he increased his pace until she was all wet for him.

Once that was done, he sunk his lips down between her legs, and started to eat her out. His tongue licked at her clit, flicking it softly, while he inserted a finger into her core, moving it in and out. Martine moaned in her sleep, and her eyes opened sleepily. Seeing her beautiful eyes staring at him caused him to lick harder, and it made her head fall back against the pillow and her back to arch.

"Oh, Bucky!" she moans loudly, hands traveling down to his head. He keeps going and going, moving his tongue up and down on her clit while he inserted two more fingers into her pussy.

He curved them up in a 'c'mere' motion, and her hand moved from his head to the sheets.

"Fuck!" she curses. "Almost...fuck..."

"Cum for me, draga," he growls. "Cum for me. Wanna taste you. Come on." He moves his fingers harder, feeling her walls tighten around him, and then she came full force with a loud moan like a prayer.

He saw her juices spread around his fingers, spraying onto the bed, and if anything he felt even more turned on. Goddamn, she was so fucking sexy. He licked up any source of juice on her core, looking up at her with hungry eyes, before leaning over and placing his lips on hers in a simple good morning kiss.

When he pulls away, her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing heavily. "Morning," he says amused.

"Good-fucking-morning to you too," she chuckles breathlessly. She wraps her arms around him and kisses him again before nuzzling his neck. "That was so amazing, James."

He smirks against her skin and kisses the side of her head. "Couldn't help myself. Looked so good just lying there." He looks down at her and smiles, pushing away her hair from her eyes. "I love you, sweetheart," he says softly.

She blushes and kisses him again. "I love you too, but please keep me close because it's cold and snowing." Bucky chuckles and lays down next to her, before she places a hand on his obvious hard cock. "I can help with that. And keep you warm."

Before he could say anything else, she sinks down and moves so that her hand was around it, but he stops her. "No. I don't want to cum that way." He lays her down so that she was under him. "I wanna cum this way."

She smiles but shakes her head. "Actually...how about we take a shower? I hear that's fun," she says seductively, training a hand down his chest.

Bucky growled low and smiles, before effortlessly picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom. Salem and Selene curled up on the bed.

He held her tightly as he turned on the shower. After a while, steam began appearing, as Bucky and Martine got under the soothing hot water.

Bucky looked at her quietly. There was dried blood around her inner thighs from him taking her virginity, and he got her in the shower so she could wash up. He thought of Rebecca, and her funeral that was happening next week.

She was gone, but at least she was at peace now.

He held Martine tightly as they both stood under the soothing hot water for a while, the warmness flowing through them. Bucky kissed Martine on the left side of her neck.

He didn't deserve her, but he loved her. Had loved her since the night she held him, and got into bed with him after he had told her what his nightmares were.

"I love you, Martine. This is all yours," he whispered quietly. He gripped her right hand with his metal hand, before placing it over where his heart was beating gently.

Martine felt her eyes burn with tears. She hugged him tightly and kissed him lovingly, sending him all of the positive emotions that he made her feel.

He had stayed by her side when she had been struggling to cope with her grandmother's death. Then when Lucy had told everyone, along with Penelope, about what Edward had done to her.

He was her rock. He had supported her through so much, and had looked after her when she had been shot while in the mission. He pinned her up against the wall, which was wet from the shower.

"We are not leaving the room today. I just need you so much. Don't want to be without you, doll," Bucky said quietly as he kissed her again, and ran his fingers through her long, blonde damp hair.

He could feel her magic, could feel her using it. Her eyes turned a dark purple color, but back to her dark blue eyes, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Martine slipped her fingers in the wet hair at the back of his head and tugged him forward. He came willingly, smile sliding off his face when she used the leverage to rock her hips against his.

"Fuck," he groaned, thrusting back in response.

"Mmm," she replied. "God, yes."

The mood made a rapid switch from playful to passionate. Bucky deepened the kiss, tongue licking into her mouth as he pinned her to the wall with a forceful roll of his hips. Then he was lifting her higher, ducking his head down so he could reach her breasts. The angle caused his thrusts to be shallower, but he made the most of it, and the effort left Martine shaking and gasping for more.

"Wanna make you come again, Marty," he said, teeth scraping over her pulse point. "Tell me what you need, and I'll do it."

"I need you hard and deep, and I'll probably end up losing control of my wild side. Is that okay?"

"Are you kidding, sweetheart? Just tell me if I get in the way of your wild side." He snapped his hips into her. "Good?"

She sucked in a sharp breath. "Perfect. Just like that."

He nodded once, and set a pace of rough, hard thrusts, while she got her hand down between them. For a moment she just worked on clearing her head. It would never happen if she couldn't focus on Bucky, and the urgent sensations her emotions were creating with every stroke of his body inside her. It reminded her of playing a record. Nothing at first but silence as the arm swings over, and the head lowers, speakers hissing with static. Then the needle catches the dance, and everything falls into place. Martine had to catch that pattern, and she did, finding the rhythm with an ease that she couldn't remember ever happening with anyone else.

Her muscles started to ripple around him, body tensing in expectation. "James," she gasped.

"I know, I can feel it. Come on, doll. I'm right there with you."

The feeling grew, spreading outwards and increasing everything else as Martine surrendered to it. She was aware of his skin on hers as they fucked, could hear the patter of the water, and sounds of pleasure they were making, but they were all just outside the storm of sensation as her release crested. Reality was just creeping back in when she felt Bucky shudder, moaning low as his thrusts faltered, and he came hard inside her.

Both of them clung tightly to each other when it was over. Martine felt him kiss her forehead, then her cheek, lips grazing her ear as he rested his head next to hers. It took a few minutes for their breathing to even out, but they finally untangled. Bucky shut the water off, and Martine found some towels.

He took one from her and gently wrapped it around her, seeing her damp hair cling to her cheeks. He leans down and kisses her again, running a hand through her hair.

"I love you," he mumbles. She smiles and squeezes his hand.

"I love you too." He takes her hand and brings her out, resting her on the bed. But she moved him so that he was sitting on the bed. "Stay here."

He raises an eyebrow. "Wha-"

"Just stay here." She kisses his nose and smiles. "I'll be right back."

She leaves the room, grabbing a robe so that she wasn't completely naked, and then headed into the main part of the apartment. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of sizzling, and the smell of bacon.

Oh, she was making him breakfast.

"Little minx," he mumbles before standing. He throws on a pair of sweatpants and heads out, seeing her working on some bacon and pancakes. He wraps his arms around her and she gasps before rolling her eyes.

"I wanted to make you breakfast," she mumbles, turning to face him.

He lifts her up onto the counter and runs a hand up her side. "I can think of something a whole lot sweeter." She rolls her eyes again and kisses his lips before getting down.

"Give me some time to recover, James," she chuckles. "And I wanna feed you well, so shush and sit down."

AN: So, Bucky and Martine finally took the next step in their relationship, and said I love you. We hope you, enjoy the story :)