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A/N: Here you go! prompt number three!! I just have to warn you that this is not edited either and it is only my second time writing for Bucky. I know that this may be a bit out of character and I know some of the details doesn’t make sense, but I’m tired so just please let it slide this time. In this bucky is still the winter soldier!

Prompt: Love could be beautiful or monstrous. But, she hadn’t yet figured out which this would be.

Word count: 590

Warnings: hinting of stalking

Bucky Barnes x reader

It was a day like any other. The sun was shining, the trees were green and full of singing birds greeting you in the morning. He was sitting at his usual spot in the cafés outdoor sitting area. He was seated at a table made for two even though he was alone, he told himself many times that it was only so there was room for you, once he had actually talked to you, that is. You were the most beautiful person that the former soldier had ever laid his eyes upon. your Y/H/C moving in slow motion every time you walk and your glittering Y/E/C orbs contained so much more than just colour.

During his time observing you while you got your morning coffee every day he had learnt two things. Your name was Y/N Y/L/N and you were kind to everyone. It didn't matter if the person you had a conversation with had a black belt in rudeness, you just smiled like nothing happened. He admired you for that ability alone, but there was so much more to you. You were special.

Love. He had heard others talk about it and back in the day he was quite the charmer. Even so he had never actually felt it for himself besides the love you give and receive from your family, and that had been a long time gone by now. He had been told that love made you feel like you were walking amongst the clouds. That you had a warmth in your chest that never seemed to go away and your thoughts, no matter how far away, always come back to that person. 

He had also heard that love could hurt. Some had described it like the most painful of pains you could fall victim for. A pain even worse than torture. He was a bit suspicious of that last one, in his opinion there could be nothing worse than torture. After all that he had been through, and with all his baggage he had never even dared to dream about finding love. Noted, he had not actually found it yet since he still hadn’t had the courage to speak up, but if you had his past, would you?

There was a giant hole between him and finding love and there was nothing more scary than taking that first leap. That feeling as your feet lift from the ground, not knowing if you would fly or fall and it was agonizing. He watched you walk in to the café and as the door closed behind you he took the leap.

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As he stood there on the sidewalk and waved her goodbye a smirk slowly made its way to his lips. She had had given him her number, a date and an address to pick her up. Now there was nothing that stood in the way of the mission. all the work he had done building up to this meeting, all the hours he spent observing and following her had finally paid of. The boss would be very pleased when he hears that the target is within their reach. 

Love is a funny thing, it comes in many shapes and she was such a gullible and naive girl for believing in something as pathetic as love as first sight.  Love could be beautiful or monstrous. But, she hadn’t yet figured out which this would be.

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