Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 5

Despite waking up a bit hungover, Maggie launched herself out of bed with a smile on her face.

Her interest in James had become a full blown crush overnight. The new excited feeling in her chest fueled her morning. She had the day off, so she took her time making breakfast. Dancing around her kitchen in nothing, but an oversized t-shirt.

After cleaning up her mess, she went into her studio to paint a bit. Curled up like a cat on her stool while her hands smoothly stroked a sea foam green across the canvas, then passing back over with splotches of lavender. The morning sun shone through the wall of glass, filling the room with the golden light of a new day.

Truly, Maggie could stay like that for hours. Enjoying the simplicity of swiping paint over a blank canvas in whatever way she pleased, until something beautiful appeared. The world went quiet when she painted. All of her worries melted away with the movements of her hand.

Her mind would fill with memories of her mother. When Maggie was young, she would spread a large piece of canvas material out in the living room and the two of them would lounge around on the floor and paint it. By the end of the day, the material would be covered in a vast mix of tones and hues, doodles covering every last inch. Their clothes were usually completely ruined by the paint.

Although Maggie didn't have the steadiest hand, her mother didn't care. She praised every brush stroke her daughter's little hands made. She would always say that all of the colors are friends with each other and it was their job to make sure they could play together.

Maggie carried that logic through her whole life as an artist. Always using as many colors as she could, filling in the empty spaces and making them beautiful.

Around noon, she packed up her paints and got dressed. Slipping on her pink and orange, cropped knit top with a pair of cream pants, she stepped out into the world. Her first stop was to the cafe down the street for a coffee. The baristas greeted her by name, not even needing to take her order, due to how often she stopped by.

Coffee in hand, Maggie hiked down a few more blocks to her favorite bookstore. It was cozy and quirky, making it the perfect hideaway. The second the door opened, the smell of old books hit her in the face. It was one of the most comforting scents in the world. Long, deep mahogany bookshelves ran down in rows, floor to ceiling, taking up most of the space. There was a small reading nook towards the back left corner of the shop. It was filled with bohemian style stained glass lamps and vintage velvet couches, that she would usually huddle up on.

"There she is!"

"Hey, Wands." She smiled over to the girl behind the counter.

Maggie had met Wanda while attending Pratt. She was an international student, having grown up in Sokovia. They had a few classes together and realized they actually had a lot in common, so they started spending quite a bit of time together outside of class as well. When Natasha picked up a job at the strip club, Maggie got a job at the bookstore with Wanda instead. After she quit to start working at the gallery, Wanda stayed and ended up buying out the owners.

Wanda whipped the shop into shape once she took over. Revamping the entire place, from the book selection to the decor. It had become quite the hotspot with the locals.

"You staying for a while? Vis should be down soon and he'll want to see you."

Wanda and her husband Vision lived above the bookstore, in a gorgeously renovated townhouse. Maggie was actually the one that introduced the two of them. She had met Vision through her ex boyfriend Elliot.

She recalled the memory of when Elliot said he had a friend named Vision. Eventually she found out his parents were zany artistic types from London, so the name made more sense. After getting to know him, she set him up with Wanda on a whim. They've been together ever since, getting married a couple months ago.