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 27
Bucky stilled, and she watched as his blue grey eyes focused on her. He released her throat, looking horrified. She coughed heavily as he stepped away from her.
"What have I done?" he asked horrified. She stumbled over to him, cupping his face, and saw he had tears in his eyes. He looked horrified at what he had done to her and the other people.
"James, listen to me. No one died and no one got seriously hurt, ok? We're all fine and you'll be fine too. I love you," she said soothingly, and Bucky held her tightly.
Martine held him back, breathing in his scent that comforted her. He rested his forehead against hers, and felt a sense of self-loathing come over him when he saw the dark purple bruises on her neck from where he had tried to strangle her.
He couldn't keep on going like this.
"No charges will be pressed against Barnes as he is regarded as a victim in the eyes of the public. But we need to get those trigger words out of his head. Otherwise we are gonna be facing a law suit from Pierce," Maria said grimly.
Tony cursed.
"How the fuck did Zemo escape? I thought Everett Ross had him locked up in the Raft?" he asked angrily. Fury entered looking grim.
"It would seem that Home Secretary Ross requested that Zemo be pardoned for his crimes. It seems the UN was willing to agree," he said grimly.
He turned to face T'Challa and his sister, Shuri.
"Zemo was the man who murdered your father in the explosion, not Barnes, and we need to all work together on this. They're watching Xavier's Institute for Gifted People, which is a mutant safe haven. If Ross finds out how many powerful mutants live there, he will kill them and make their lives hell," Fury warned gravely.
T'Challa was silent and then stood up.
"I wish to speak to Barnes, if I may? I owe the man and his fiancée a deeply and true apology for how I have behaved and my appalling attitude," he asked quietly.
Everyone looked taken aback, but Steve and Sharon nodded.
"Of course, follow us."
Steve nods at Bucky, and then he stands silently, looking down at the ground. Martine stands as well and takes his hand, causing him to glance at her. She smiles reassuringly, but he only saw the bruises on her neck.
They walk behind Steve and Sharon with T'Challa into an empty room, and once the door is closed, T'Challa turns to them. "Again, I am deeply sorry for some of the stuff I've caused, but I might be able to help you."
Bucky's brow furrows as he leans against the wall, looking at him. "What're you talking about?"
"Where I've lived, Wakanda. We have some of the best scientists in the field. We had come up with plenty of cures for people, ways to help others. We can help get those words out of your head. We would just need time."
Steve smiles. "That's an amazing offer. I don't see why we shouldn't take it. Buck?" Bucky was looking down at the ground, before shaking his head.
"...no." He looks over at T'Challa. "What I did...it can't be erased. I can't allow myself to just walk around and wait for a cure. It's not right." He looks at the others. "But I can protect everyone else by being locked away until the cure is done."
Martine's brow furrows as she steps in front of him. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You aren't going to jail, Bucky," Sharon says calmly.
"I didn't say that." He looks at T'Challa. "I want to be put back into cyrostasis."
"What?!" Martine exclaims.
Steve looked shocked. "Buck..."
"Listen to me," he says firmly. "I can't trust my own mind. That man says those words, everyone around me could be killed. But that's not just it. They can be slipped into a conversation, someway, and could screw me over incredibly. I can't let that happen. I can't let myself go like that."
Martine shakes her head and comes forward. "James, you don't have to-"
"I nearly killed you, Martine!" he snaps, causing her to back up a few steps. "And I've done this before, to you. Because of the nightmares. This time, you were near-death. The bruises are worse. If I ever want to protect you and keep you safe, I need to get my mind under my control."
Martine looks away, arms crossed. Steve looks at Bucky and sighs. "If this is really what you want, Buck."
"It's better for everyone." He looks at T'Challa. "That's the only way I can accept your offer." The King nods and then looks at Steve.
"It can be arranged. We'll talk more over it." He places a hand on Bucky's shoulder tightly, before looking at Steve. "Come, Rogers. We'll talk more of it outside." Ah, smart man. He could sense the tension.
Steve looks at Bucky quietly before leaving with T'Challa, closing the door behind him. As soon as it's closed, Bucky turns to Martine.
"Martine-"
"Don't." Her voice was cold. "Don't even say my name." She goes to leave but he takes her hand, bringing her back in.
"This is for your own protection-"
"Goddamn it, James! I don't care about that!" She snaps. "I wanted to marry you and have a family and fucking be happy, and I thought that was what you wanted too!"
"I do want that," he says fiercely. "And we will once I get out."
"How do you know?" She whispers painfully. "Think of Steve and Peggy. He was in there for seventy years, Bucky! I don't want to end up like Peggy Carter, waiting for my man to come home. I...I wanted..."
He brings his hand up to tilt her chin upwards, forcing her to look at him. "It's not going to be like Peggy," he says calmly. "It won't. I will get out, and we will have all of that...but I need to do this. For you and for everybody's safety."
"I don't want to be alone again, James. I don't want to be without you," Martine said hurt as she pushed his hand away from her face, wiping her eyes.
"I'm not gonna be gone forever Martine. It's just until the scientists figure out how to get rid of the HYDRA programming," Bucky said quietly. He took her hand gently in his.
"And how long do you think that will take?" Martine asked sarcastically. She felt her eyes burn with tears. Just a night ago they had been happy, planning on having a future together, along with getting married and having children.
Now it wouldn't happen.
"Doll...Martine, I nearly killed you, after Zemo triggered those words. I'm not safe, but T'Challa's gonna help me, doll," Bucky said reassuringly. He didn't want to lose her, or make it seem like it he was going to forget her.
"I can't. I can't go through losing someone else," Martine whispered brokenly. She quickly left the room, before running into the room that she and Bucky shared, taking off her clothes.
She put on an old black, long t-shirt nightgown, with a grey cat on it. Martine curled up on the bed, feeling Salem and Selene cuddle into her, as she buried her face into their soft fur.
She didn't want to lose Bucky.
"So Bucky's going into cyrostasis?" Adrian asked disbelievingly. Steve nodded quietly then as the team discussed it. Bucky being checked over by the doctors, and Martine was in her and Bucky's room, not talking to anyone.
"He thinks that it's his only option and he wants to keep everyone safe from him. Because of the trigger words that HYDRA placed into his mind," Steve confirmed quietly.
"But I thought he and Martine were getting married?" Jeanette asked sadly. Everyone sighed.
"Well it looks like those plans have been put on hold," Sophie said quietly as she and Sam exchanged a sad smile.
"This is your fault, this is!" Adrian said angrily as he glared at Vision, who remained devoid of emotion.
"I am trying to protect you all. Bucky has just proven why people are afraid of us," Vision said calmly. They saw Bucky enter, with a drink of water.
"Martine hates me," he said flatly and sighed heavily. Everyone looked at him sadly.
"She doesn't hate you, son. Martine is just afraid and was looking forward to getting married. Before she met you, she thought she might not ever get married and have children," Jeanette said comfortingly.
"Why can't you have the wedding before going into cyrostasis?" T'Challa inquired intently. Bucky sighed.
"I'm gonna miss her birthday," he says softly. "The first birthday we were ever supposed to spend together and I'm gonna miss it."
Steve places a hand on his shoulder and forces him to look at the man. "Did you hear what T'Challa said? How about you two get married before that?" Bucky's brow furrows and she looks down at the ground.
"I don't think she wants that now."
Adrian snorts but leans against the counter, looking down at Bucky. "Don't even question it, Bucky. She's just scared. It doesn't change the fact that she loves you and wants to marry you. And that way, if we do it beforehand, at least she'll have that comfort."
Bucky looks over at them, running his hands through his hair, before nodding. "Yeah...yeah, I wanna do that." He nods again as if for jurisdiction, and then stands. "I'm gonna go ask her now."
Steve cups his shoulder. "Thata boy."
Bucky goes to leave, but then the confident look slinks off his face. "What if she says no?"
"Jesus, go," Adrian snaps annoyingly. "She'll say yes. Don't need to listen to your whining ass all day."
Bucky chuckles a bit before heading towards the room, biting his lip. It was now or never.
The moment she heard the door close, Martine curled up more into the sheets, not raising her head. "Martine?" She hears him call out. But she doesn't reply. Doesn't want to. The bedroom door opens, and he steps inside, sitting on the edge of the bed. He places a hand over her side and she moves away, looking down at the mattress.
Bucky sighs and then lays down next to her so she would be forced to look at him. "Why are you so afraid?" He asks softly.
She looks away, but he tilts her head back towards his, just like before. Tears were in her eyes. "I don't want you to forget about me," she whispers painfully. "I don't want to be without you, Bucky...and if you forgot about me..."
"Hey, listen to me, doll. I'm not gonna forget about you, ever. I love you, you're everything to me," he said fiercely, and rested his forehead against hers.
He cupped her face and looked at her seriously, his eyes resting on hers. He moves so that he was sitting up, and for the first time in hours, she did too, the blankets coming to the side.
"I love you, Martine. Loved you since that night we went out on that date, and I started getting feelings for you that week we went to New Orleans for your grandmother's funeral," Bucky said quietly.
"And now you're leaving," Martine said numbly. She closed her eyes and turned away from him.
"I'm not walking away, Martine...I hurt you. I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you. I did this to you when Zemo used that damn book with the trigger words on me. Just so I would hurt you, Steve and the rest of the team," Bucky said ashamed and swallowed, praying to God that she would say yes.
And then the other side of him was praying. The Winter Soldier, praying that Martine wasn't afraid of him for nearly strangling her to death, nearly two hours ago.
"But you didn't do that. I'm fine James, and so are the others...I don't want you to go somewhere," Martine admitted pained. Bucky moves her back to where he was, looking at her quietly, and then crouched down on one knee. Martine stood up and looked at him quietly.
"Martine Emilia Laveau, you've been there for me at every step of the way, and never left my side when things went to hell. I love you so much. And I know I left this up to you at first, but I want to do this before I go under. So will you marry me?" he asked quietly. Martine stared at him in shock, and another emotion appeared on her face.
Joy.
"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you James!" Martine said happily. Bucky pulled her into him and kissed her passionately. They heard the rest of the team cheer happily for them, causing Martine to laugh.
She said yes.
He crouched down in front of her and showed her a beautiful silver ring, with a beautiful diamond in the center. Tears stung her eyes and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, cupping his face in her hands, feeling the light stubble.
"It's beautiful. I love you," she whispered thickly, and Bucky kissed her. He rested his forehead against hers and cradled her to him. They went outside to tell the others, as Salem and Selene were stroked by them.
"Congratulations, you two," Sharon said happily. She hugged them both, as the others congratulated them.
Everyone was happy for them, all hugging or nodding in approval. Steve smiled at Bucky proudly.
"I'm happy for you, Bucky. We're gonna get you two married before you get put into cyro, and before Ross starts again."
Bucky had showered after everything, and now he was looking at Martine, who was getting ready for bed.
"Did you buy this ring?" she asked quietly. It glittered in the moonlight gently, and he shook his head.
"No, Rebecca gave it to me before she died."
She raises an eyebrow. "Guess she knew?"
"Oh, she knew from the moment I showed her a picture of you," he chuckles, sitting down next to her. She smiles as he wraps an arm around her side, looking down at the ring. "She really did like you. Becky had a thing about reading people."
"I liked her. I wish I knew her longer. Really." She turns to him, and then kisses his lips, soft and slow. When she pulls away, she brings hand up to stroke his cheek. "Guess it's really official now."
He smiles and nods, pulling her closer. "Yeah, it is. Mrs. Barnes," he teased, causing her to snicker. She moves so that she was straddling his lap, smiling brightly.
"I guess so, Mr. Barnes," she taunts back. He pokes at her side and she laughs, before resting her head against his shoulder. She lets out a sigh and then looks at him. "Doesn't change the fact that I'm still not okay with the cyro thing..."
Bucky sighs before cupping Martine's face again. "Jesus, what do I have to do to convince you I'm going to be back?" he asks her, a slight chuckle to his voice. "That I'm not going anywhere? I'm already marrying you."
She blushes and looks away, shrugging her shoulders. Bucky runs his hands up her sides and then kisses her softly, before raising an eyebrow.
"You want a kid inside you, don't you?" He asks lowly. She looks down at him, slight shock on her face. "That's how you know I'll be back, because you know I would never leave a kid behind. Would that satisfy you? Putting one of my little pups inside you?"
She bites her lip as he kisses up her neck, and she sighs, pushing it away. He was trying to be all cute and sexy. "James," she says quietly. "It doesn't matter what you do to me. I'm still going to worry the whole time you're in there...you have no clue how long it could take. Or even what the procedure could do with those trigger words. What if they screw up your memories because of it?"
"They won't, Martine. I trust T'Challa, and I'm not forgetting or leaving you. I just need to do this. I can't..." Bucky said grimly. He trailed off as she stroked his cheek tenderly.
"Can't what, James?" Martine asked quietly. Bucky looked at her quietly while stroking her flat and toned stomach, and then nuzzles her neck.
"Control my own mind. I fucking hate it," Bucky said bitterly. Martine felt her heart break for him slightly. She bites her lip and pushed him onto the bed, as he watched her quietly.
"Lay down and let me take care of you. Let me love you, James. Now. I want to make you feel good, mon ange gardien," she whispered soothingly, pressing her lips to his.
Bucky looked at her quietly with darkened grey-blue eyes before kissing her passionately. He slid two of his left hand fingers inside of her panties, sliding up his left hand inside of her.
She was already wet for him. Her legs trembled as he pushed her onto her back on the bed. He took control, spreading her legs with his broad shoulders.
"Let me make love to you, doll. I don't want to spend a minute away from you," he said quietly. Martine swallowed, as she saw the emotions on his face.
She nodded and kissed him tenderly, passionately and lovingly, anything that could describe it. He pulled off her t-shirt nightgown, kissing her, as his metal fingers pumped in a quickened pace inside her core.
"I love you," she whispered, softly and meaningfully.
Her husband. Her beautiful, smart, brave, fearless and compassionate husband was a good man.
And God, did she love him.
Bucky looks up at her and then nuzzles her neck, biting his lip. "Love you too, baby," he groans before cursing in Russian. "Blyad'! Goddamn, you turn me on so fucking much. Wanna fuck you until you can't stand straight."
She whimpers at his dirty voice, feeling his fingers curl in towards her g-spot. Her hands grip at his shoulders, and she looks at him with hooded eyes. "James..."
"Like this, sweetheart? Like it when I finger-fuck you?" he growls at her. "So wet for me, baby. So sweet and kind...don't deserve this, but God, do I fucking love to touch you."
His pace increases and she cries out. "Fuck, don't stop," she gasps.
He chuckles lowly against her neck. He didn't know if she meant the dirty talk or the finger-fucking. But he'd be happy to keep going on both. He bites down on her collarbone with a bit of force, before licking a trail up the small wound.
He brings his lips towards her and kisses her hard against the lips, tongues tangling in an intense moment of passion. He feels her whimper into his mouth, and he smirks against the warmth hitting him.
"Wanna cum for me, baby?" he murmurs against her skin. "Wanna cum nice and hard for your soldier? Cum now, sweetheart."
Her wet folds tightened around him as she came, her head flying to the crook of his neck to muffle her moans of pleasure. He brings her lips back up to crash them against his, swallowing her moans with his own ones. She was breathing heavily, hands attached to his strong back.
A few moments later, she pulls away, looking at him with hooded eyes. Bucky smiles, brushing away her hair. "That good, baby?"
Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was heavy, but she pushes him onto the bed, straddling his hips and grinding her already wet and sensitive core against his clothed groin. He groans, his hands gripping her hips.
"Fucking-" She leans down and kisses him hard. "-amazing man. Goddamnit...fucking love you." She pulls back and then instantly pushes his sweatpants down, running her hands up his muscled chest. "I think this is one of the few things I would miss the most," she whispers.
"What is it?" He asks, voice low and husky.
She places a soft kiss on his muscular chest. "All this hot body going to waste. All of this amazing...beautiful...muscles...fuck." She moves her hands towards his dick, and his hands fist into the sheets. "And this beautiful cock...stretched my pussy so much. Would miss this."
He leans up and kisses her hard, growling into her mouth.
"Talk dirty more, baby," he mutters, bucking into her. She moans and nods.
"Want you to stretch me so good, sweetheart. Want you to fill me up until there's no space left, until I'm screaming and chanting your name like a fucking prayer. Want to ride you until you come all on me, spilling every single ounce of cum into me."
That was it. He moved her swiftly, her weight easy for him to move, and then sinks her down on his dick in a quick movement. She moans at the sensation and moves up and down, his hips meeting her thrust for thrust.
This was what he lived for. He loved sweet and funny Martine. Caring Martine. Funny and sarcastic Martine. But this one was special, seductive and dirty, because only he got to see it. He fucking loved it.
She was gripping hard at his hair as he drilled into her, holding her hips so he could go as fast as he wanted to. Her moans were echoing off the walls, his name over and over. He knew some people would hear, but he didn't give a fuck. She was his. All his.
"My beautiful...fucking wife," he growls, kissing her hard and then nuzzling in-between her breasts. "Fucking gonna treat you right...give you everything...swear to fucking God."
She smiles and felt the familiar tug again. "Love you, baby," she moans. "Love you so much...amazing husband...oh, fuck, right there," she gasps. Bucky smiles and moves harder, until her walls tighten around him again. "Fuck, I'm coming, oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming...fuck!"
Bucky keeps going as hard as he could, prolonging her orgasm as she came, until he felt himself let go, spilling himself inside her. He twitched and growled into her neck, before feeling himself relax. He nuzzles her cheek, feeling her smile breathlessly, and then kisses her softly on the lips.
When he pulls back, she strokes his cheek, sighing softly. "As soon as you're in that cyro...you better get out as soon as possible."
Bucky smiles softly at her before rubbing her sides. "I will...it's gonna work out, baby. It will. I swear to you." She lays down next to him, as he pulls the sheets over her, and then snuggles into his side.
It was minutes later she was asleep, and Bucky felt himself sigh. He needed this all to work out. For her and for himself. He loved her so much.
And he was going to make her proud. He was going to be a good man for her, for everyone, no matter what. And it would start with this procedure.
The next day, Martine could tell that the girls were more excited shopping for her wedding dress than she was. Everyone was going off to her on what kind she should get. She was still on the high from the night before.
She knew it would happen. He had practically already asked her before that he wanted to marry her. But he had made it official. She looked down at the ring and smiles.
Wanda glances over at her and chuckles. "Daydreaming, Mrs. Barnes?"
Martine blushes as they stop outside the dress shop. "Oh, shut it."
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