Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 70

"You good, pal?" The warm voice came from across the room, making James realize he had been wearing a tightly pulled frown while he ran over his thoughts.

He turned to find Steve walking towards him giving him a knowing look. "Yes, I'm fine."

Steve nodded thoughtfully as he poured himself a glass, before taking a slow sip. "I'm sure you're nervous for everything, but today will be great."

"I'm not nervous about today."

His eyes flicked back up from his drink, eyeing James for a moment. "For the future then." He observed.

Giving him a barely visible nod, James filled his glass once more.

"You and Maggie are perfect together. You know that. You balance each other out so well, I don't think I've ever seen you fight, it'll be great."

"But you know how I can be." He clipped with self-directed fury. "I'm scared I'll snap one day and do something that would ruin our relationship."

"You'd never hurt her, Bucky. I know you don't have that in you."

He shook his head. "Not her. Never. But I don't know if I have it in me to hold back when it comes to other people."

"Handling problems with your fists is certainly your go-to," Steve chuckled.

"I'm serious, Steve. I'm worried I'll scare her away."

He tilted his head with an understanding smile. "I'm being serious too. That girl has seen you in all your forms. She knows everything about you and still chooses to love you. I know you can be impulsive, but you've already become so much more than you were."

"I can be such a monster though."

Steve scoffed, patting a hand on his shoulder. "Bucky that's not you anymore... you're kind of a softy now."

His eyes widened, as he stared blankly at the floor, realizing how true that statement was. When he thought over where he was and what he was doing— it was more terrifying than anything else he had ever seen in all his years.

Getting dressed up in a tux to marry a woman, bringing her to his most personal location in the world, allowing her to bring her friends and family there as well, getting emotional over the thought of how much he loved her. "What have I become?" he laughed, looking back up at Steve.

"A softy." He reiterated with a jesting smile.

"Fuck," James whispered to himself, "should I go kill someone to toughen myself up?"

Steve laughed, rolling his eyes. "Maybe not a complete softy."

The bedroom door was abruptly pushed open as Luisa stepped inside, covering her eyes. "Are you all decent?"

"We're all clothed, Ma," James smiled.

She pulled her hand away, grinning right back to him. "You look so handsome." She cooed, rushing up to stroke his freshly shaved cheek. "All of you do," she added, looking around the room of men.

James' attention was caught on the small velvet box in her hand as she smiled at the group. "Whatcha got there?" He nodded down to it.

"Oh, it's a gift from Maggie," she replied, handing it over to him, "she asked me to bring it over to you."

He frowned, taking it in his palm. Looking up at Luisa with a confused look, earning himself a shrug in return. He pinched his brows as he lifted the lid. Expression fading into an astounded gape as he looked at what was sitting folded in the base of the small box.