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 31
They looked into each other's eyes and saw all the love in the world. Bucky kissed her softly one, two, three, four times down her face, over her jaw, before he buried his face into her neck. She could feel his naked body pressing against her, and was filled with need for her husband. She wanted him so badly, but she knew they must take this slow and savour the moment.
She wasn't going to have another wedding night that was for sure. She felt his hard length pressing against her leg and grinded against him gently, until he was groaning. They kissed tenderly and hungrily, their hands moving up and down each other's bodies, rediscovering everything about the other one.
He pushed her onto the bed so he was on top of her again. Bucky gripped her tightly but not too hard. His metal arm glowed under the moonlight, and he was looking at her quietly.
"You're beautiful," she whispered softly, stroking his stubbly cheek.
He snorts and shakes his head. "I'm not much, sweetheart."
She leans up and kisses him, the feeling of it so intense that he felt like he might fall off the bed. God, the fucking feeling of this woman in his arms was like heaven on earth. He never wanted to leave it. Ever.
"You are beautiful," she whispers to him before moving her lips up his neck. "Handsome." Another kiss. "Caring." Another. "Sweet." Then another. "And fucking sexy." Then a bite.
Bucky felt his hand grip her hard, the feeling of her teeth on this skin feeling marvelous.
"Marty," he murmurs, before roughly grabbing her head and bringing her lips up to meet his again.
She hums against him and latches onto his body, her legs wrapping around him. When he pulls back, he looks down at her with the most sincere expression he could ever muster.
"You're crazy if you think that."
"I'm not crazy at all. Powerful, yeah. Crazy? Not so much."
Bucky let's out a breathless laugh before kissing her hard again, her hands pinned above her head, her body arching in pleasure. She wanted him. Now. Badly. Anyway she could get him. Inside her, on top, his dick in her mouth, she didn't care.
As long as this wasn't a dream and it was really happening she would be okay.
"Will you touch me?" she asked softly. "I love how your hands feel…"
"Oh, here?" Her hips, ever so lightly.
He broke the kiss and caught her hands, pinning them to her pillow, their fingers interlacing. "I love you," he whispered. "I need you to know that. You… You've taught me how to breathe again."
Martine smiled up at him.
"I love you too, James...so very much." Martine said breathlessly as he kissed her again then, she cupped his face and felt his muscles flex then over her hands.
"You're so beautiful." Bucky said quietly, his hands tracing over the soft skin where she had some faded scars from the fight with the HYDRA cell in New Orleans.
"I think you're beautiful," Martine whispered softly, her left hand touching the spot where his metal arm met his shoulder and he shuddered against her touch.
"I'm not beautiful, doll."
Martine cupped his face between her hands. "You are to me," she whispered, kissing him softly. "I want you to make love to me, James. Please. Please," she pleaded against his lips.
He broke the kiss and made his way down her body, looking up at her as he sucked her right nipple into his mouth, his flesh hand pulling on her other nipple.
Martine moaned and arched her back up off the bed. "James. James, please," she moaned. "Yes. More. James."
He smiled and switched his mouth to her other nipple, sucking hard as he brought his metal hand to the apex of her legs, slipping past her thighs. He slipped his fingers along her sex, grinning when she groaned at the feeling of the cool metal on her.
"Like that, baby?" he murmurs to her.
She nods her head. "So much," she moans, tilting her head back. His cool hand starts to rub at her clit, and he watches as her face contorts into a beautiful mix of pleasure and lust.
Her hands reached for his back, but he moves them on top of her to stop her from even thinking of grabbing him. He was in control of her pleasure. He lifts his head up and then races down to her clit, flicking his tongue over it. She groans out and arches her back, aching for friction.
"James!" she whimpers.
"What do you want, baby?" he growls huskily. "Tell me what do you want."
She looks up at him, eyes covered with lust. "I want you inside me," she whispers, causing him to grin. Good, he wanted to go now too. He was so fucking hard.
He jumps up and kisses her hard, before sinking into her with one big thrust. She wraps her legs around him, throwing her head back. Fuck, this was what she needed.
James right by her side. She felt her eyes sting with tears as she took in the fact knowing that he was going away after a few days of their honeymoon.
Who knew how long for?
She felt him thrust him into her again and cried out his name softly, nails digging into his skin. He thrusted into her lovingly and she wrapped her arms around him.
"My witch, my little ved'ma, my little witch," Bucky growled roughly. He pressed kisses on her face, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and her lips.
Martine gripped him tightly and curled into him, her breathing soft and light while he gently thrusted into her.
"My winter soldier," Martine whispered tenderly and kissed him. She then kissed the spot where his metal arm met his shoulder, and he held her tightly.
Bucky groaned in her mouth, his love for this beautiful woman deepening. He loved her, and by some miracle she had married him even after he had nearly killed her twice.
"I'll always be yours. Always, no matter what," Bucky promised and Martine cried out in pleasure at feeling her body shatter around him. Bucky growled and rested his forehead against hers, as they both came at the same time.
Her orgasm rippled through her, like a huge tidal wave. She shuddered in Bucky's arms as he held her tightly, and spilled his thick, warm seed into her womb.
"I love you, James," Martine whispered softly. Bucky held her tightly to him, nuzzling her face tenderly.
"I love you too, Martine," he said honestly. After they both cleaned up, they fell asleep under the thin, cool sheets. Martine held onto him tightly, her dirty blonde hair displayed on his chest.
Bucky woke up early as he got a glass of water and drank a few sips, before returning to his room. He found Martine fast asleep with a smile on her face.
He smiled softly and placed his glass on the bedside table, before taking Martine into his arms. He held her close while seeing that it was still dark outside.
He checked the alarm clock and saw it was only two in the morning. He and Martine had made love three times, and she had been shy at first.
He didn't want to think about what would happen when their honeymoon finished. How he would go into cyrostasis while T'Challa's scientists tried to figure out a way to get rid of his trigger words.
Bucky closed his eyes, and dreamed of something.
He was in a garden. Looking around he saw Martine up ahead, her long dirty blonde hair slightly longer than it was now. He walked over, and when she turned around, he froze.
She was pregnant.
Bucky knew instinctively that the baby was his. He could sense it somehow, and quietly walked over to her. She saw him approach and smiled at him.
"James, you're home!" Martine said delighted and ran over to him. He pulled her into an embrace and held her.
"Had to get back to my dame and our little boy," Bucky said amused and rubbed her bump tenderly.
She smiles. "I'm so happy you're here...wouldn't be the same without you, baby," she whispers, holding him close.
He leans down and kisses her before letting out a comforting sigh.
"Love you," he whispers. "My family."
When he woke up the next morning, he could smell something coming from the kitchen of their little honeymoon home, so curiously he walks out to find her cooking. Martine was in his shirt and undies, making some breakfast.
"Morning, Mrs. Barnes," he chuckles, wrapping his arms around her.
She smiles. "Morning to you too, Mr. Barnes." She turns around and smiles. "I had a dream last night...of us having a family," she says softly.
His brow raises. "Me too," he says, stroking her cheek.
"A little boy?"
"Think we had the same dream, doll," he chuckles quietly.
"Maybe it was a vision of things to come, you know to show us that sometimes good things can happen," Martine said softly and ran her hands over her stomach gently.
Bucky smiled at the thought and held her tightly, before they went and served up their breakfast. It was pancakes, waffles and French toast.
They sat together in the kitchen and had their breakfast, before putting the plates in the sink. After that they shared a shower before getting dressed.
Bucky sat next to Martine on the beach. It was midday and the weather was cool and pleasant. Martine took photos of the marine and wildlife. He smiled at her and then saw dolphins swimming in the ocean. Martine took another photo before Bucky took one of them both, and they headed inside.
She curled up beside him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He knew she was worried about him going into cyrostasis after their honeymoon. He knew she was still unhappy about his decision to go into cyrostasis while awaiting a cure from the Wakanda scientists. He wondered how long it would take.
Hopefully only a few months, but he knew it could be more than that. Maybe even years before the scientists found a way to get rid of the trigger words Vasily Karpov had put in his mind.
Martine was happy. She was married to James and had friends who loved her for who she was. And she had her brother. But she knew her time with James was limited.
She didn't want him to go.
She smiled at a few of the wedding photos. One of her with her bridesmaids which were all the girls.
The one of her with Adrian walking down the aisle. She smiled softly and stroked his face before swallowing back tears. Her eyes took in the one of her and Bucky.
He looked so handsome in his black tuxedo, his hair just barely touching his shoulders. She looked at the photo of her husband and herself.
Martine sighed and looked at her stomach, before her mind came to make a decision then and now.
She wanted a baby.
Bucky had just finished speaking to Steve on the phone and hung up when he heard Martine speaking to someone on her own phone. He walked to their bedroom, standing outside to listen.
"I want a baby. Like I want James to have something to look forward to when he does come out of cyrostasis. I want to be a mother and he wants to be a father, so I think we should start trying," Martine confided. He heard the girls speak on the phone.
"Then go for it. You're both young and we know Bucky has super-soldier sperm as does Steve. Talk to him. It won't hurt to talk," Sharon encouraged. Martine nodded.
"I will, thanks," she said softly and the phone turned off. Bucky swallowed and turned to face her, coming into the room.
"You want to have a baby with me?"
She looked shocked that he heard. "You heard all of that?" she asks him quietly.
He nods. "You really want one?"
She blushes and looks away. "I do...I want something to remind me that you're still here when you're in that stupid tube. I don't want you to go, James...but this is how I know you'll always be here."
Bucky looks at her softly before laying her down on the bed, taking her phone away. Before she could ask any questions, he kisses her softly, and then pulls away with a smile.
"Of course I want a child with you, Martine," he whispers. "I love you and want this. All of this."
She smiles brightly. "Yeah?"
He chuckles. "Yes. I want to have a baby with you, sweetheart. We can start trying." She nearly screams and throws her arms around him, kissing him hard.
When she pulls back she smiles brightly.
"I love you," she whispers. "So much. I wanna see you as a daddy so badly."
Bucky smiles. "Really? That badly?"
She nods. "Yes," she whispers. "I love you and...I just want everything to be perfect with us. That's all I've ever wanted. And...even though it's not I just..."
He could see her starting to get a bit emotional so he pulls her close and kisses her forehead. "Baby, no matter what happens we are perfect. Nothing is gonna change that."
She sniffles and nods. "I'm gonna miss you."
He holds her tightly and sighs. "I know. I'm gonna miss you too." She looks up at him and shakes her head, laughing.
"Can you believe when we first met I tried to kill you?" she chuckles. "Because I was running away?"
He chuckles. "Yeah, I do. A lot has changed."
Martine smiled at him. A lot had changed and she wouldn't change it for the world. She curled up into him under the shade and Bucky wrapped his arms around her protectively, listening to the sound of the sea.
He was going to savour this, the memory of this.
Martine cooked dinner for them, which was fried fish and chips and they had it with red wine to finish off. They had decided to go for a boat ride tomorrow and heard people talking about the legend of the pirate Henry Avery.
New Orleans had its pirates. The most famous was Jean Lafitte, who was an infamous New Orleans pirate during the years of piracy.
Bucky wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into him as they saw the sky was darkening. They both got ready for bed and laid down on the bed with mosquito nets, protecting them from getting bitten by them.
"I love you...so much, James," she whispered quietly. Bucky held her tightly and kissed her on the lips, holding her close against him, and whispered it back.
"I love you too, Martine."
Today was their final day and night on Hawaii and Bucky was determined to make it a holiday that he and Martine both remembered. By recording it with his camera, and Martine took photos to remember their honeymoon.
Bucky and Martine were now taking photos of the scenery. Enjoying the time they had together, as husband and wife before Bucky was placed in cyrostasis.
Both of them laid down on a beach towel, and watched as the sun shone brightly, behind the clouds. Bucky watched Martine for a while, before he kissed her.
Martine gladly responded and he laid down on top of her, but careful not to put all of his weight. She laughed softly at him and he held her tightly.
"We're gonna be covered in sand, James," Martine said, amusement in her tone, but she didn't stop Bucky from pulling up her dress and revealing her black cotton panties that had a dark red satin bow.
"Don't care. I want to make love to my beautiful dame," Bucky growled roughly, kissing her passionately before picking her up and carrying her into the cottage.
Martine felt her breath catch.
Bucky had lit candles, and very gently laid her down on the bed. He was so gentle with her, but there was a sadness in his wife's eyes. He gently wiped her tears away.
In that moment, Martine knew she was speaking to the Winter Soldier who was looking down at her.
"James...promise me something?" she asked softly, cupping his stubbly cheeks. He nodded quietly.
"What is it, Martine?" he asked quietly.
"If...if I'm gone when you're cleared of your trigger words, I want you to be happy. Don't feel obligated to me, I want you to be happy," Martine insisted, when Bucky very passionately but firmly, kissed her on the mouth.
When he pulls back, he looks at her in the eye. "Don't ever say that. We are going to live together and have a family, and everything is going to be alright," he whispers. "We're going to have what we want."
Martine smiles almost tearfully and kisses him again. God, she loved this man.
"You're amazing," she whispers.
He smiles and moves so that she was on top of him. Martine moves her top, exposing her breasts. He ran his hands up her body and squeezed them before kissing her again.
She moans softly and lets her arm travel to his cock, reaching in to pump it slowly. He grunts in pleasure.
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