Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 48

A/N: Train Wreck - James Arthur

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Maggie sat in the back of the large black SUV as Russell drove her across the river to the formidable Rikers Island.

Everyone that lived in New York knew about its brutal reputation. The long standing culture of violence was well known in the area. Corruption and abuse by the officers, trickling its way down to the inmates, resulting in a savagely toxic environment.

She was dropped off at the front gate. Her long coat was draped over her shoulders, covering her petite frame in structured wool. The wind was frosty, pelting the side of her in ice as she strode across the long concrete path. Surrounded by barbed wire fencing.

Stepping inside, she huffed warm air onto her near hypothermic fingers, rubbing her hands together for heat. The place smelt like burnt rubber and bleach. Cleaning products failing to mask the built up filth. At the front desk was an officer waiting to check her in.

"Hi." She shyly grinned up at him. "I'm here for visitation."

Bypassing any semblance of a polite greeting, he roughly slammed down a clipboard on the counter, making her flinch back. "Sign in here and I'll need your ID."

She gave a hurried nod, digging into her purse to find her wallet.

Once she filled out her name and the date, she was walked through a hulking metal detector and lightly patted down. The whole process felt so foreign. So intrusive. She wondered how James could ever cope in a place like this, being how he was about his personal space.

A guard walked her down the hall. The aged, cracked linoleum floors were covered in dirt from years of wear and tear. From prisoners trudging around the halls, dragging their feet. Paint was chipped off of the walls. Random scuffs covering them, giving the place a run down feel.

When she was walked into the visitation room, she was surprised to find it already filled with other inmates, sitting across from their loved ones. There was a couple hugging in the far corner, for the allotted three seconds they were allowed, before taking their seats at the small table.

Maggie took a seat at the table in the center of the room, tapping her fingers while she waited. She glanced over her shoulder, to find an inmate leering at her. Wiggling his brows and licking his lips in a predatory way. "What's good, babygirl?" He called, making kissing noises.

"Watch it, inmate." One of the guards boomed over to him.

Maggie's head whipped straight back into place, shrinking in on herself. When her eyes raked up to the doorway, she saw James standing rooted to the spot. Staring right back at her through the grated, double enforced glass window. The door pushed open and he was shoved into the room.

Trudging towards her with long, slow strides. Two guards at his sides, both of them barely grazing his shoulders. Looking like they couldn't take him even if they tried.

His stark orange jumpsuit making him look that much more dangerous. Handcuffs clanking with each smooth sway of his broad shoulders.

Maggie couldn't remember the last time she had been genuinely scared of James, but this moment was breaking that long streak of comfort he provided her. Something about him in this environment shook her to the core. The energy he was exuding felt so different. His face was hardened. Defined jaw locked. Nothing, but superiority and cruelty oozing from him.

She gulped, head tilting back more and more the closer her got. Straining her neck to make up for the massive amount of distance between their heights. Made even more evident with her seated before him.