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 32
Bucky smirked against her skin and then kissed her lips before suddenly moving and biting her neck. It wasn't incredibly hard but it was enough to make her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"James," she moaned as her grip only tightened around his cock.
"Fucking need you," he growls against her. She smiled and looked at him.
"I need you too," she murmured. She leaned in and kissed him before pulling herself away. Suddenly, she sunk down on her knees before taking his cock into her mouth. James sucked in a breath before exhaling, watching Martine work his cock with her mouth. His hands fisted into her hair for a while before he grabbed her by the shoulders and began fucking her mouth with gentle enough strokes. His stomach tightened. His mind remembered the moments that he and Martine had shared. Touches, kisses, simply holding her, and then he remembered being the first man who had taken her virginity.
"This brings back memories," he grunted roughly, pulling at her dark wavy blonde locks as she sucked and pumped him. He watched as she began pulling at her left nipple softly.
Martine smirked and felt James coming. His body tensed up and he let out a dark growl as he came inside her mouth. She swallowed it all before she looked over at him with a smile. "Missed doing that."
"Doll, you are fucking amazing," he growled huskily and pressed his lips to hers as she started to move on top of him, moving up and down on his hard length. Her long dark blonde wavy hair framed her face, the moonlight illuminating her face in the dark. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she whispered in between whimpers and moans of pleasure. "You can't leave me behind again," she stated rather than asked as she felt his hands dig into her skin possessively.
"Yes," he growled, catching her lips with his own.
Martine placed her hands on James's knees, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. She didn't bother stopping her moans of pleasure when he brought his metal hand between them, rubbing her clit hard.
Martine could feel her walls clenching hard around him periodically, signalling just how close she was to coming for him. "Ride me, Martine. I want to see you take your pleasure from me," he growled roughly and Martine bit her lip as she moved on top of him, her long dark blonde hair falling over them like a curtain of sunlight.
"You feel so good," Martine moaned breathlessly as she rocked against him and he wrapped his human arm around her tightly, not wanting to let go of her.
James growled and thrust harder into her, his hard cock stroking her tight, wet walls as he felt her walls tighten around him. "Come for me, doll," he groaned.
Martine shattered around him with a soft but loud cry as she came on his hard cock. James growled low and feral as he spilled his thick hot seed into her warm womb. He fell back onto the bed and pulled her down with him, his knot still swollen inside her. She tucked her face into the crook of his neck as he held her tightly. Lowering his head, he kissed her on the lips, savouring the feeling of having the woman he loved in his arms and safe with him.
"I love you," he whispered quietly.
Martine smiled and began to pepper kisses from his neck up to his lips. "I love you too," she whispered against his lips. "So, so much, James."
James growled low, kissing her deeply and rolling them so he was on top.
Martine moaned at his actions, enjoying the feel of his weight on top of hers. "James," she moaned, grinning when he growled against her lips. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling tauntingly as he dominated her mouth with his tongue. He growled low in his throat and cupped the back of her head with his metal hand while lacing his flesh hand with hers as he thrust inside her and began moving once more.
"Love you so much, won't let anyone hurt you," he promised as he kissed and nipped at her neck lovingly but slightly rough as his stubble tickled her cheek.
"I love you too. I won't let anyone hurt you either," Martine promised as they kissed again, more passionately.
'How did I deserve this woman?' James thought privately as he looked at the woman who loved him so much, loved him even though he had a lot of blood on his hands.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he ordered with a growl.
She smiles and nods, wrapping them around his waist. With the new position he digs deeper into her, causing her to moan loudly.
"Oh my god...James," she whimpers as he thrusts inside her. He gripped her tightly, never letting go.
After a while both were spent, and just cuddled in the bed. She rests her head against his chest, gripping to his body. Bucky sighs and looks up at the ceiling.
He was going to miss her.
"My beautiful wife," he whispers, pulling her close.
She kissed him softly. "My amazing husband."
It wasn't long until their honeymoon was over and they returned to where they had to go, but Bucky started to notice something in Martine. She seemed to be sick in the mornings, she had a fierce craving for spicy foods, and looked to sleep a lot in the day as well. Bucky frowned as they reached the palace and were greeted by T'Challa and the rest of the team. They had come to say goodbye.
Was Martine pregnant?
She took his hand tightly and he held it just as tight. This was the last time he'd see Martine possibly for a long time.
"I have something to tell you, Bucky," Martine said softly. Bucky looked at her quietly, before they walked quietly to the end of the room. T'Challa and Steve were talking.
"What's wrong, doll?" Bucky asked quietly. He looked at her worriedly and she smiled at him, before answering his question.
"I'm pregnant, James."
Bucky stilled at her words, his expression shocked. She looked at him worriedly, before he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, being careful.
He then gently rested a hand on her slightly swollen stomach. There wasn't quite a bump but he could feel it curving slightly against his hands.
That was their baby.
"We're really having a baby together, Martine?" he asked quietly. Martine nodded and he held her tightly in his arms, feeling his eyes burn with tears.
They were going to have a baby like they wanted. But what if he wasn't there when Martine gave birth and had to raise their little boy or girl alone?
He then decided on something.
"I'm going to write a letter to him or her, but first we're going to the OB/GYN and see how the baby is," Bucky said softly. Martine smiled at him as they followed the others to the examination room.
Bucky held Martine's right hand tightly and watched as the OB/GYN placed some gel on Martine's stomach. It showed them on the screen the small shape of their baby growing within Martine's womb safely.
"He or she appears very healthy. We should be able to find out the sex in four weeks," Nandi said kindly. Martine smiled along with Bucky as they thanked her, and went to tell the others.
Everyone was thrilled for them, and Natasha hugged Martine tightly. The younger woman hugged back, as everyone celebrated the news. But there was an air of sadness in the room.
They could only make the best of it.
Bucky surveyed the bedroom he and Martine were staying in. Tomorrow he was willingly going into cyrostasis until T'Challa and his scientists found a way to get rid of the HYDRA trigger words.
"You alright?" Steve asked quietly. Bucky sighed and nodded, before looking at his best friend.
"I will be...just promise me that you and the others will take care of Martine and the little one?" Bucky asked firmly. Steve looked pained but nodded, and squeezed his shoulder.
"I promise, Bucky. No one is going to hurt her or the baby."
Bucky saw Martine getting into a thin black silk nightgown that brought out her beautiful blue eyes and her long blonde hair. It was still slightly wet from the shower, spilling down her shoulders in gentle, wavy curls.
And this was their last night together, possibly for a long time.
He takes off his shirt and walks over to her, pulling her into his chest. "My beautiful wife," he whispers against her ear.
She smiles and chuckles. "Shush, I ain't perfect."
Bucky turns her around and kisses her gently, before brushing away her hair. "You are. You are everything to me, in so many ways, draga."
She blushes as he moves his hands up her sides before resting them on her stomach. He nuzzles her neck and sighs.
"Gonna have a baby...be a real family," he murmurs to her before kissing her forehead. She sniffles and looks away. He tilts her back and then looks at her worriedly. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"What if...what if I do become like Peggy?" she whispers.
Bucky looks at her firmly. "That isn't going to happen."
"But what if it does?" she asks, looking down. "What if...?"
Bucky kisses her again, wiping away her tears, before looking at her straight in the eyes. "I will always be there with you, draga. And we're gonna welcome that baby here." Even if he wasn't sure it was going to happen, he could give her hope.
She sniffles, wipes her tears, and then nods. "Okay."
He nods softly before kissing her hard. She wraps her arms around his neck and holds him close. Bucky lays her down on the bed, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
Which could happen in this damn world.
Bucky felt her hands grab at his shoulders, her head falling back. "Gonna give you all kinds of marks," he growls against her skin. "Let people know you're mine."
"You're mine too. My Winter Soldier," Martine said breathlessly. He suddenly pulled down her panties and pulled his own jeans down. She cried out when he thrusted slightly harder into her, his hard cock stroking her tight, warm, wet walls.
Bucky growled and thrusted harder into her, his movements hard but gentle. He made love to his lover, who was lying on the bed underneath him, looking like a fallen angel.
Damn.
He groaned at the sensation of her lips on the spot where metal met skin. Bucky gripped her hips tightly and grunted when he felt her whisper his name.
"You have no idea how happy you make me feel, Martine," Bucky growled roughly, and placed even more kisses on her face, neck and chest. He cupped her right breast with his metal hand, while he stroked her with his flesh hand.
Martine whimpered and he growled, his breathing turning quiet like a sniper. He thrusted harder and rocked into her like a wild untamed wolf.
"You make me happy too, James," Martine whispered softly, her voice honest and he held her tightly to him. He cupped her face with his metal hand before kissing her again, while she rested her hand against his stubbly cheek.
He always felt so good. She loved feeling him move inside her. It was like they were meant to do this, meant to be together.
No matter how cheesy that was, both knew it was true.
Martine moans softly and then looks up at him. She knew he was it. He would be the person she would be with, no matter what. Nothing would change her mind.
If someone had told her a year ago she would end up with a guy straight from the forties who was an ex-assassin, she would have laughed in their face. Now look at her. She would never let go of Bucky.
Bucky growled against her skin, bucking into her like a wolf in heat.
He could feel his darker side come out, the Soldier responding to her whimpers. He was trying so damn hard to fight the Soldier, not wanting to hurt her.
Martine could sense Bucky and the Soldier fighting inside his brain, much like Bruce and the Hulk fought. "It's okay, James," she whispered, cupping his face and watching him carefully. "You can let go. I trust you."
Bucky growled low and dangerously when she finished, letting her know that the Soldier had come out to claim her as his. Bucky pulled her into him and began kissing down her throat passionately.
She was his everything. Everything he could ever imagine.
It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, as well as her. Once they were done, he collapsed into the bed, holding her close to him.
Both breathed heavily, looking at each other with so much love. She wished she could just have more time with him. Just a little more time.
"I love you so much," she whispers. "So much."
Bucky nuzzles her neck and sighs. "I love you too, draga."
Tomorrow, everything would change.
The next day, Martine woke up solemnly, seeing that James was ready for this. She wasn't, she would never be. But she still walked with him to where he had to go.
Before he went in, he pulled her aside and kisses her softly, gripping onto her sides. "I'm gonna be out sooner than you know it," he says quietly to her. "And we're gonna have that family we always wanted."
"I know, James. I know. I love you," Martine said softly. Bucky held her tightly for a long time, before he let her go and spoke quietly to Steve.
She watched silently, tears brimming in her light blue eyes and could hear the two best friends talking quietly to each other. She looked on silently.
"You sure about this?" Steve asked gently. Bucky looked at the cyrostasis chamber silently before he nodded firmly at his best friend. He held Martine's hand tightly.
"I can't trust my own mind, so until they get these words out of my head...this is the best thing, for everyone," Bucky said quietly. Steve nodded and hugged him tightly.
He turned to face Martine and held her tightly. She held him back and rested his forehead against hers tenderly.
"I love you and the little one. I love you both so much," Bucky whispered thickly. Martine hugged him tightly and he held her just as hard, before reluctantly letting her go.
"Come back to me, James," she whispered thickly.
He then quietly entered the cyro chamber and closed his eyes. The chamber iced over, a look of peace on his face.
Martine felt cold.
They spoke with T'Challa before departing back to New York. The man promised to take care of Bucky while he was in cyrostasis until they cleared his mind of the trigger words.
Martine found herself looking through the photo album of her and Bucky's wedding. She smiled at the photo of Bucky with Steve as his best man for the occasion.
She smiled at the photo of the two best friends, and then turned to the next page which was of Bucky with the guys. All of them laughing and joking.
Then she stopped at the one of her with her bridesmaids, Natasha, Beatrice, Hope, Rogue, Jean, Jane, Darcy, Wanda, Sharon and Pepper, and Gwen Stacy, Emma, and Melanie, all smiling.
Tears slid down her cheeks at the photo of her and Bucky at their wedding reception.
"I miss you so much, James. Please, please come back to me."
"They know how long Martine's been pregnant?" Tony asked quietly. Steve swallowed as he drank some water.
"Three weeks pregnant. Bucky says the serum that Zola injected in him is making the baby develop more than a normal pregnancy. He wants to be there for the birth...but he might..." Steve trailed off, his expression pained, and buried his face in his hands.
Sharon wrapped her arms around him.
"It's not fair, Tony."
Tony looks at him quietly before glancing outside. He sighs. "I know, Rogers. Even I get that."
Steve looks outside the window and sighs. "Jesus, Martine...she's gonna have to deal with this all herself..."
Sharon shakes her head. "We'll be good. We'll take care of her. Her and the baby...if Bucky doesn't come out."
Steve nods. He had promised Bucky. He had to.
"Yeah, we will."
Martine felt empty.
It felt like Bucky was a ghost in their apartment. There were photos of him and his clothes were in their walk-in wardrobe, but he wasn't there though.
Martine held onto his black Henley shirt. She could still smell his woodsy, spicy scent and fought back tears. As she looked away, she saw something on the desk and quietly looked at it.
It was a letter to her and it was in Bucky's handwriting. Martine opened it quietly and tears started to brim in her eyes as she read the letter that her husband had written.
'Dear Martine,
If you are reading this, then I'm in cyrostasis and can't hurt you are the others because of the trigger words. I love you so much, Martine. You and the little one.
You've made me happy. You've never made me feel like a monster and only looked at me like a proper human being, like an actual man instead of some psychotic murderer. Marrying you was the best decision I've ever made and I'll never forget it, doll. Steve, Sharon, and the others will look after you while I'm away. I love you, draga.
Tell our kid that their papa loves them, and that I'm going to be there when they're born even if it means the trigger words are still in my mind. I will be at your side, Martine. I love you.
Love, James.'
Martine cried silently after reading the letter and saw that Bucky had done a drawing of her and him with their baby. Tears silently slid down her cheeks.
"I love you, James. Please come back to me, to all of us, please," she prayed thickly.
The team watched over Martine and she was grateful for their help. Her pregnancy was making her slightly tired than usual and she had taken up doing art again.
Pepper, Sharon and Natasha's pregnancies were all going well and so was Martine's. But she so badly wished Bucky was with her for the ultrasound. She placed it in the baby photo album and started knitting up some baby booties for the group which she had learnt from gran and Aunt Jeannette. Darcy proved to be good at it as well.
"You know, it's ok to be sad," Natasha said gently. Martine sniffles and nodded. She missed Bucky so much.
What had he done to anger Zemo?
Wanda squeezed her hand gently, and she smiled at her sister-in-law gratefully. Wanda and Adrian were planning on getting married when Bucky got his mind cleared, and the fact that her green card was being critically examined.
She wasn't being deported though, thank God.
Martine wasn't sure where she'd be. If her family weren't there to help her handle everything so far. Jeannette, Beatrice, Jax, along with Rogue, Remy, Wade, Vanessa, Logan and Jean.
Wade and Clint had hit it off as friends but Thaddeus Ross despised him due to his refusal to sign the Accords.
"I'm not the UN's bitch, or yours Thunderbolt Ross. I think you need to remember the blood on your hands from creating the fucking Abomination that trashed Harlem," Wade sneered at him.
The room went silent.
Ross looked pissed, but Wade only shrugged his shoulders.
"I may look like a dumbass but I'm not completely," he growls.
Martine glances at him and sighs. "Can we all avoid a fight for one day in our lives?" she mutters. "This is the worst day to be fighting about this stuff."
Her hormones and anger had been acting up, as well as her powers. Thanks to her baby. She loved it, but God was it driving her crazy. And she wished that Bucky was here. So much.
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