Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 70

A/N: It's almost over, babes!

Long chapter here to thank you all for being patient with me. Grab a snack and settle in.

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"I'm gonna punch James in the fucking nose when I see him." Natasha said through gritted teeth.

Scooping up yet another glob of concealer and dabbing it over the red dotted, plum colored hickeys on Maggie's throat. "I can't believe you little sluts had a secret rendezvous the night before the wedding."

Maggie laughed, shrugging. "Sorry." Not sorry at all.

"I guess I'm not that surprised. I could practically hear the dirty thoughts between you two at dinner last night." She sighed, blending the product over her bruised skin. "Are these bite marks too, Mags? Jesus fucking christ."

Wanda snorted out a laugh. "Kinky, hm?"

"You have no idea." Maggie teased.

"Wands, will you start on her hair, please?" Natasha asked while she powdered over the concealer, trying to get back to business.

The two of them continued to work on Maggie together, getting themselves ready between switching off duties. They had been nestled in Luisa's master suite for hours, getting all dolled up for the day.

Meanwhile on the grounds, there was a small crew of people helping set up the ceremony, caterers preparing for the reception, and the men all gathered in the main home getting ready for the afternoon.

With all of the ladies' hair and makeup done, they took a brief moment to relax in their robes and sip on champagne.

A soft knock on the door was followed by a click of it being pressed open by Rose, with Luisa following behind. "Maggie?"

She sat up in her seat glancing over to find her holding a small box in her hands.

"One of James' assistants just arrived and said to give this to you." She frowned in confusion, extending it out to her.

Maggie beamed at the black velvet box and popped it open. "You're the best, Alex." She whispered to herself, making a mental note to thank him later as she looked the gift over.

"What is it, Mags?"

"A gift for James." She stated simply. "Luisa, would you mind taking this over to him? I think he'll want to wear it for the ceremony."

"Of course."

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James was buttoning up his shirt as he stepped out of his closet, into the bedroom. Golden sun bursting in through the windows that overlooked the lawn. Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, talking to Sam and Thor as they sat on the chairs opposite the fireplace.

Ice blue eyes glancing down at his glinting Rolex. Being as prompt as he was, he was pleased to find that they had a bit of time to spare. He rounded the space doing up the last few buttons to his collar as he found the small bar cart. Pouring a glass of scotch for himself, he quickly sunk it down.

As eager as he was to marry Maggie, he couldn't help the bit of nerves that rang through him. It was a big deal to tie himself to one person forever. He was fiercely loyal to everyone he found worthy, but getting to that point was hard for him.

Deep down, he knew he would have to work incredibly hard to be perfect for her. He needed to be. She deserved nothing, but happiness and he would work everyday to ensure she felt it.