Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 32

EDIT*** A/N: I don't think I ever mentioned this on Wattpad (maybe I did, idk) but I see Ivan as Stanley Tucci in my head. Okay that's all haha

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Maggie's head rested on James' shoulder in the back seat of the limo, still sleepy from just waking up. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, leaving a low golden light to the fog that nestled between the skyscrapers of Manhattan.

Natasha and Steve were sat across from them, with her sitting on his lap, resting her eyes. He was clutching a thermos of coffee, chugging some down then carefully passing it to James, trying not to wake her.

The drive was silent. Both of the girls completely exhausted, while the guys were functioning with ease. They were both fully accustomed to getting little to no sleep while running their empire. They shared a mutual eye roll and a non audible chuckle to the dozing ladies collapsed on them.

Arriving at La Guardia, the driver pulled around back, straight to the runway. James' jet was stationed dead center, on the private strip of concrete. Although, his was owned, not chartered like the others that were waiting on the sidelines.

A team of men hustled over, unloading the bags and moving them onto the aircraft. Maggie was fully asleep now, so James carried her up the stairs, into the jet and laid her down on one of the side couches, tucking an Hermes blanket over her. He jogged back down to grab her purse. Natasha was standing outside of the limo, stretching her arms with a big yawn.

"I should've pretended to be asleep still. Steve, carry me up the stairs like James did." She teased, earning herself an animated scoff from him.

They all finished boarding the jet. James took a seat beside Maggie, lifting her head and resting it over his thigh. He leaned his head back and raked his fingers through her hair. Natasha and Steve were on the divan towards the back of the cabin, lounging back together, trying to catch some more sleep.

The whole group slept for the first few hours of the flight— even James let his eyes close after a while. Maggie was thoroughly confused when she woke up in the jet. She didn't even realize they were flying private, since all James had said about the flight was "I'll handle it".

She knew absolutely nothing about aircraft, but she could tell it was high caliber. Custom ivory leather covered the cushy seats. Through a set of sliding doors sat a well stocked galley. There was even a full bathroom with a shower.

Once everyones heads shook off the sleepy tone of the morning, Natasha really turned up the mood. She ordered a round of mimosas from the attendant, passing them around the group. James politely accepted his, but passed off to Maggie to drink. He didn't particularly favor drinks that were bubbly, especially when they were also fruity. Nor did he enjoy drinking in the morning.

Maggie drank hers down, then his, becoming very giggly due to her stomach being empty. He loved to see it. He adored how her sweet personality was amplified when she had a couple drinks in her. She deserved to be pampered after the night before. Part of him still felt guilty about getting her fired, but he had the whole weekend to figure out how to fix it.

"My dad can't wait to see you, Mags. He literally won't shut up about it." Natasha laughed, fingers tracing the rim of the flute in her hand.

"I'm so excited to see him. It's been almost a year now."

Steve shifted slightly, catching Natasha's attention. She rolled her eyes. "Stevie here is nervous to meet him." She nodded her head at him. "I already told you, babe, he's going to love you."

"Yeah Steve," Maggie chimed in. "Ivan is a really nice man. He's super laidback."

"I don't doubt it. I just want to make a good impression, ya know?" He smiled nervously, then placing a kiss on Natasha's temple.