Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 54

He closed his eyes, resting his hands on the cold tile of his shower, drooping his head down. Letting the scalding waterfall stream over his hair. Inhaling the scents of the fogged air. Replacing the stale breath in his lungs with designer fragrance.

Tortured mind swirling with thoughts of Maggie like always. No matter what he did, she was always there. Lurking in the back of his brain. Leaving a slight influence on all of his actions. She had imprinted on his soul, leaving him marked with her touch.

Stepping out of the shower, after a painfully long amount of time. Skin still scorching from the hot water. He moved to his closet. Dressing in one of his Armani suits. Midnight black. Just how he liked. Padding over to find the most expensive pair of shoes he owned. He wanted to feel himself again. Never wanting to wear another goddamn orange jumpsuit in his life.

His blue eyes caught on a pair of nude Jimmy Choos. A minuscule size thirty five. Maggie's size. The muscle in his jaw twitched. Staring frozen at the shoes. They were taunting him. Pushing him deeper into the dark mood he was in. Straw that broke the camel's back.

Letting out a heavy breath through his flared nostrils, he lunged over, slamming his fist into the wall. Crushing into the mahogany paneling. Splintering the custom crafted wood with his semi truck of a hand. He roared loudly, shredding his vocal cords, punching into the split wood again and again. Overwhelmed with pain. Trying to get rid of it the only way he knew how.

The closet door busted open as Steve stormed in. Grabbing James by the shoulders, he ripped him away from the wall. "Buck, calm the fuck down." He yelled, disappointed, but not surprised by his antics. He absolutely no stranger to how James behaved, but it still wasn't easy to see.

James stood there, glaring back at him. Eye twitching with the tension he held in his core. Trying to bring it to a low simmer.

"What's going on?" Steve demanded.

"I asked my assistant to get rid of everything Margaret had left here, so I wouldn't be reminded of her." He nodded to the small pair of heels sitting neatly among his shoes.

Steve followed his gaze, looking down at them. "Bucky, its shoes. Are you really getting that worked up over this?"

James let out a breath, fading out of his clouded rage. Pressing his palms over his eyes. "I know it's stupid. I just... haven't let myself fully process, I guess. I thought I did, but being out makes it feel real. I have to walk where she walked. I have to live where our relationship started."

"I understand, but tone it down, okay?" His eyes slid down to James' hand finding his inked knuckles covered in bloodied splinters.

"I'm trying." James asserted, running his hand through his wet hair. "I'm going fucking mad without her, Steve."

He crossed his arms, frowning at him. "Then call her. She's not exactly doing well either."

"I can't. We just can't be together anymore. It's too dangerous for her."

"Not anymore." He countered. "Loki's still locked up and Rumlow is dead."

James sighed. "But what's to say something like this won't happen again? We both know I have a habit of creating enemies everywhere I go. She'll always be my weakness if we get back together. She's who they'll go after— not me. If something were to happen to her, something irreversible..." His voice trailed off, not wanting to even think about her dying. "I'd never forgive myself."

"Okay, you shouldn't call her then. Just move on." Steve shrugged, knowing there would be absolutely no convincing him otherwise. He knew James well enough to know that once he set his mind to something, he never steered off course.