Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 55

Steve approached them from his seat, giving Maggie a big hug. "Good to see you, tiny." Rubbing a large, warm hand over her back.

"Good to see you too, Stevie." Maggie smiled as he pulled back, glancing around the room at everyone. "Am I that late? I didn't realize everyone would be so... prompt."

Natasha shrugged. "You're fine."

Maggie nodded her head just as a waiter came by with her glass of wine. She took it with a polite smile, lifting it to her lips and taking a long sip. "Well, congratulations." She beamed, looking up at the couple. As if she hadn't been there the day they got engaged or had been helping Natasha with planning.

"Wow, thanks." Steve laughed, catching on something over Maggie's shoulder. His eyes widened and the warm grin fell right off of his face in an instant. Falling to the floor with a crash. Glancing back down at her with a worried expression.

She frowned in confusion, looking over her shoulder to follow his gaze.

James walked into the party with his head held high. In one of his flawless Tom Ford black suits. The eggshell shirt buttoned low from underneath his midnight blazer, tattoos crawling out from the light cotton fabric. His long hair was tucked behind his ears, but a few stray strands were dangling loosely over his left cheekbone.

Blue eyes drooped low, scanning over the room before falling on Maggie. Locking in on each other through the crowd.

He raked over her body, admiring her elegant black dress. The thin line of crystals perfectly framing her plump breasts, the slit on the leg showing plenty of skin. The black material hugged her curves perfectly. Showing off her delicious figure.

Although he nearly drooled at the sight, it pained him to see her look that dolled up, but not for him. She looked so fucking good, he wanted to devour her right then and there. Her mesmerizing beauty hitting him like a ton of bricks. He gnawed on his lip, trying to calm the heat he felt growing between his legs.

Walking straight towards her, their eyes stayed stuck on the other. Never so much as blinking to break it.

Stopping barely a foot from her, Maggie strained her neck to maintain her stare up to the foot and a half separating their faces. He stood before her in all of his glory. A wall of brutal muscle and affluent status. Her heart raced, feeling her pulse through her fingers as she clutched her glass of wine. Butterflies swarmed violently in her stomach.

Mirroring the time they first met, when oh so much had changed.

He smelt like liquor, along with his usual smokey cologne. It was wafting over from his deep breathing. His eyes were glossy, pupils dilated wide. Looking down at her through blurred vision. Clearly intoxicated. Sniffling his nose, twisting it. Making it clear he had been snorting something just before heading up.

She broke through her trance, turning to find Natasha looking incredibly stressed over his presence. Flashing quickly between the two of them.

"Hey, Buck." Steve said, uncomfortably. Trying to fill the tense silence. Patting him on the back. "I— I uh, thought you said you weren't coming."

"How could I miss this?" James grumbled with his baritone drawl. Words slightly slurred, gesturing to the room. "My best pal is getting married."

He peeked down at Maggie, expression reserved. "Hello, Margaret."

His gruff voice saying her name caught her off guard, looking back to him. She arched a brow, giving him a disgusted once over. She gave a disinterested hum and whipped around on her sparkly pumps, long hair brushing against his chest. Bursting the entrancing sweet scent of her Dior perfume over him.