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He watched the man in the kitchen as he cooked. It wasn't hard, with the large window into the space, seemingly there for just that purpose. He had dark hair pulled back into a ponytail much like Bucky's own at the moment and a stature that spoke to hard work being his normal.
But that wasn't what drew Bucky in the most. It was the way the man moved. It was controlled and efficient, not in the way of someone trained to use a knife first in the kitchen. No, that man had been trained to kill long before he had been trained to cook.
It was also clear to Bucky that he no longer used those skills for their original purpose. He wasn't sure why he was so certain of that fact but he was. Something about the calm that surrounded him as he cooked. It warmed Bucky in a way he wasn't expecting. Gave him hope that one day he could find that peace.
Then his waiter came back with the receipt. It was already paid for, by someone else. There was a note.
"Come back anytime you need."
When he looked up the chef smiled at him.