꧁ 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟨, 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖺 & 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 ꧂WHEN MARTA WOKE UP IN Steve's arms in the snowy mountains of Siberia, she made the decision that she would not be going with her husband and her brother. Marta believed the entire mess of the Avengers having a literal civil war to be Steve's fault. She couldn't forgive him, and she didn't intend to. It was Bucky who understood. "You're not safe with me, anyway. Live your life, okay?" Bucky said, struggling to stand, his arms wrapped around his little sister.
T'Challa appeared, dragging an unconscious Zemo behind him. He offered Steve and Bucky safety from the government, and extended the offer to Marta. "Someone's gotta get this guy behind bars. My place is at the compound." Marta said, and she embraced T'Challa, who promised to contact her with updates about Bucky.
"I'll be okay." Bucky said as he hugged Marta for the last time in a long time.
She nodded. "If you need me, you call me. I'll come every time." Marta said, forcing Bucky to promise the words to her. He never wanted to burden her, but she never saw him as a burden.
Bucky and T'Challa went to T'Challa's plane, preparing to travel to Wakanda, and Marta was face to face with her husband again. "Stay safe, okay?" Steve said, blood over his face.
"You, too," Marta said with a sigh. "Where are you gonna go?" she asked Steve. There never used to be such thick tension between them.
"On the run. I'm wanted, aren't I? I'll get everyone out of jail. We'll figure it out." Steve said, trying not to give away too much information to Marta. They were on opposite sides of the law now, he couldn't trust her.
Marta scoffed. "I've tried to help you, Steve, but there's nothing else I can do. You kept the one person in the world I've never stopped thinking about from me. There's no forgiveness. It's over." she said bitterly.
Steve nodded. "I guess it's a good thing we're taking a break then, huh?" he remarked, and Marta chuckled at the irony.
"I guess so." Marta responded, and that was it. No hug, no goodbye, no conversation. Just a crumbling marriage on an indefinite break. Steve boarded T'Challa's plane and Marta didn't wait around for them to leave, so she missed the tearful gaze Steve had lingering on her. Marta just couldn't accept that kind of betrayal.
She found Tony and helped him out of the base, answering all of his stupid and personal questions as they boarded the jet they had traveled in. Marta's gunshot wounds were already healing, her hand was reassembling itself. She would be fine. Marta didn't have an answer to Tony's question of if she would talk to Steve again. She really didn't know.
As soon as they landed at the compound after dropping Zemo to Everett Ross in Germany, they went their separate ways, sleeping for what felt like days. It was just them and Vision, and it was lonely. The first night, Marta realized with a frown that she couldn't sleep in her bed without her husband, so she packed her things and moved into a different room. This room didn't have Steve's lingering scent that she adored so much, or their chess set on the dresser, so she could rest without thinking of him.
Everything was so messed up, and Marta had to stay busy. It had only been a few days, and she was losing her mind. She focused on Rhodey. Tony had built him fancy technology for his paralyzed legs to help him walk again. Rhodey wanted Marta to work with him, to help him work through his paralysis, and she did happily. Rhodey was a soldier, just like the ones she helped back in the war. It felt good to do something useful.

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