Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 58

A/N: Truth is by Sabrina Claudio is the PERFECT song for Maggie in this chapter. Please listen to it with this because it's *chefs kiss*

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Maggie was terrified of the leftover feelings she had for James.

The way she rejected Tony and then Natasha's insight were more than enough to put everything into perspective. It was like she was finally forced to look into a mirror and she couldn't lie to herself anymore.

Running away, back to her roots seemed like the only sensible option she had left.

An entire week had passed, but Maggie still felt the same. Still keeping everything in. She and Rose spent most days at the house, tending to the garden and greenhouse. Accommodating for the recent change in season.

Spending time outdoors was more beneficial than Maggie realized. Working with her hands to help things grow in the sun was incredibly therapeutic. Enjoying the simple things in life. Brining herself back to Earth. Quite literally.

Although she was enjoying the time spent with her grandma, her hardened exterior stayed put. Never letting anything out about how she felt. Never talking about James, no matter how much Rose pried. She just wasn't ready. Knowing deep down that if she let any emotions slip out, they would never stop.

At night, she would often feel the tears creeping up on her, but she forced them away. Not letting a single one slip out.

Maggie was feeling exhausted from yet another rough night. Hunched over in the garden, cutting flowers for a fresh bouquet for the dining table. Making sure to pull a varied array of types and colors, lying them neatly in a wide wicker basket.

The sun was peeking over the horizon, illuminating her in soft golden rays. Soaking into her hair, kissing her skin. Melting away the dew from the grass. Birds were serenading her from the surrounding trees in a peaceful melody. She stood up with her basket full, taking a deep breath, letting the crisp morning air cool her from the inside out.

When she stepped back inside the house, Rose was chopping up some tomatoes for their breakfast.

"Look at that bundle." She gushed. "Beautiful choices, Maggie."

She gave a forced smile, moving over to the sink. Setting the basket down on the counter.

Turning on the faucet, she let a vintage vase fill. She snipped the ends of the stems while the water ran, ensuring they were the perfect length. Then, popping them into the vase, adjusting them into a perfect arrangement.

Rose poured some beaten eggs into the skillet, sprinkling the cut veggies over top. "Go lay down a quilt, would ya?"

Maggie set the vase down onto the dining table, turning to look at her. "Um, why don't we just eat at the table?" She suggested awkwardly, chewing her lip.

Although she had been doing breakfast picnics with her mom and grandma since she was young, they had turned into a tradition with her and James as well. A reminder she didn't want at the moment, stubbornly trying to keep from spiraling. Holding onto her stability by the skin of her teeth.

Rose gave her a confused look, noting that the response wasn't normal for her. She figured that there must be something behind it, so she didn't press the matter. "Sure, honey. Set the table for us then."

Maggie started pulling out utensils and a couple of cloth napkins from the kitchen. Laying them neatly down on the edges of the placemats. Moving the bouquet of flowers from the edge of the table to the center.