Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 10

Maggie got dressed for the day, wearing a white sundress with a sky blue cardigan tied over top

 She lugged the large canvas out of her apartment and down the road, to the nearest subway entrance. It was about the same height as her, making it quite the difficult task. Her plan to arrive at the office by eleven was looking to be a little far fetched, due to her slow scoot down the side walk.

Once she got onto the subway, she leaned the canvas wrapped piece up against her body, standing on her tiptoes to look over it. She dug into her purse to find her phone.

Maggie: So sorry James, but I'm running a little late. I'm losing a battle with the giant canvas.

A beat later her phone buzzed in her hand.

James: Where are you? I'll come get you.

Maggie: I'm on the subway. I don't think it'll fit in your car.

James: Get off at WTC. I'll meet you there.

Once she reached her stop, Maggie dragged the heavy panel of art out of the car. Waddling with it in her arms, trying her best to avoid people rushing past her. She muttered a soft 'pardon me' to everyone she blocked, feeling terrible by the time she made it out to the sidewalk. Dropping down the piece, she peeked around it to see James walking towards her.

"That thing is bigger than you are." He teased.

Maggie grinned and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you for coming. How are we getting it to your office?"

"Car service." He gestured to a black SUV parked up against the curb. The driver hopped out and helped secure the painting to the roof, looping a few thin ropes around it. James opened the backdoor and held her hand as she slid inside. Rounding the back, he hopped in next to her and the car took off.

"You should've called me for help sooner." His tone was grave, disappointed she would try to lug that big thing across town alone. "I expect you to let me know when you plan on bringing the next one over, so I can get you one of my drivers to assist." His eyebrows were pulled tightly together, making sure his point was clear.

Nodding quickly, she felt like a scolded child. "I apologize if I pulled you from your work."

"Margaret, I need you to work on apologizing less. I've told you before, I consider you to be incredibly important."

She frowned, feeling like she was really screwing up. Pouting, she looked down at her hands, picking at the few specks of leftover dried paint from the day before.

James felt guilty for being hard on her. Seeing her curl in on herself made him eat his words. He could never be mad at the sweet thing, she was too soft. A thick finger slid under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You're not in trouble, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you're well taken care of."

A smile replaced her sulking expression. James kept his hold under her chin, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. When he pulled back her cheeks were a rosy pink and her grin had widened. "There she is." A start of a smirk peeked through his stoic mask.

The car slowed to a roll, just outside of his building. After he thanked the driver, he helped Maggie out. Easily reaching the top of the car, he untied the piece, as two of the maintenance staff ran out to take it from him.

"Come along, doll." His hand fell to cup her back as they followed the two men inside.

Just as always, eyes landed on them as they made their way through the lobby. Inside of the elevator, James released his hold on her back and slid his hand under her hair around the back of her neck. It was a much more comfortable reach for him and he liked the way his wide hand cupped around enough for his fingertips to feel her pulse. Her skin was silky smooth. He wanted to peck and nibble at her throat, licking a stripe up, feeling her pulse race.