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Title: Waiting for the Dawn
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe / Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: pg
Words: 487 words
Prompt: steve always does all the cooking, and tony feels bad for him. so, one day tony decides that he's going to attempt to cook for steve but it doesn't turn out too well. something cute and fluffy, please. i want to see tony get embarrassed because of how bad his cooking is, but i want steve to find it adorable (because he totally would). [ original post here ]
Waiting for the Dawn
The smell of burning something greeted Steve when he woke up. That would have normally been more alarming but after a couple seconds of waking up fully, Steve realized that Tony wasn't in bed with him. In and of itself, that wasn't unusual. But it did explain why he was smelling something burning.
Rolling out of bed, Steve stretched before making his way out of his and Tony's room and down the hall to the kitchen. The smell of burning food got stronger the closer he got. And the smell was accompanied by a lot of smoke.
“Tony?” Steve asked when he entered the kitchen.
One quick look was all Steve needed. Tony was covered in flour from face to waist and it looked like he'd dropped some of the batter on himself as there was a long, sticky stain down the front of his sweats. The counters were a mess of dirty bowls, pans, and utensils and a cracked egg was slowly dripping onto the floor.
Tony looked like a child who had done something wrong. He flailed for a moment, trying to conceal the entirety of the mess behind himself which utterly failed.
“Oh, morning Steve! I was just – you know what, this is a disaster and I know what you're thinking but honestly cooking cannot be this hard since you do this every day and I thought–”
Steve laughed, coming up beside Tony and brushing a bit of flour off his face with his thumb before kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Here, I'll help you.”
Clearing off the burning pancakes into the garbage, Steve took Tony's hands in his and guided him through the process of ladling out a fresh batch, watching them cook and flipping them to cook the other side. The process took a little longer than it usually would and the pancakes were a little too overcooked, but they were otherwise perfect.
Steve brought over the plates which had, by some miracle, survived the disaster that was Tony's attempts at cooking. He smiled and stole another kiss as Tony carefully flipped the pancakes onto the plates.
The plates were set out on the table along with forks and knives and glasses of orange juice – Steve insisted – before the two of them sat down to eat.
He was right about the pancakes, they were just a little bit overdone but were otherwise perfect. Tony's hair was sticking up in every direction and was streaked through with flour, which Steve thought was utterly adorable. Wiping off the goofy grin on his face was hard.
“Sorry if they're not good...” Tony mumbled, not looking up from his own food. He was pushing it absently around his plate.
Steve nudged him gently and smiled when Tony met his eyes, “They're fine and they'll get better.”
Tony's lips twitched just a little. Steve leaned in and kissed him, soft and passionate, leaving Tony breathless and more than a little dazed when he pulled away.
“Practice makes perfect.”
FIN.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe / Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: pg
Words: 487 words
Prompt: steve always does all the cooking, and tony feels bad for him. so, one day tony decides that he's going to attempt to cook for steve but it doesn't turn out too well. something cute and fluffy, please. i want to see tony get embarrassed because of how bad his cooking is, but i want steve to find it adorable (because he totally would). [ original post here ]
The smell of burning something greeted Steve when he woke up. That would have normally been more alarming but after a couple seconds of waking up fully, Steve realized that Tony wasn't in bed with him. In and of itself, that wasn't unusual. But it did explain why he was smelling something burning.
Rolling out of bed, Steve stretched before making his way out of his and Tony's room and down the hall to the kitchen. The smell of burning food got stronger the closer he got. And the smell was accompanied by a lot of smoke.
“Tony?” Steve asked when he entered the kitchen.
One quick look was all Steve needed. Tony was covered in flour from face to waist and it looked like he'd dropped some of the batter on himself as there was a long, sticky stain down the front of his sweats. The counters were a mess of dirty bowls, pans, and utensils and a cracked egg was slowly dripping onto the floor.
Tony looked like a child who had done something wrong. He flailed for a moment, trying to conceal the entirety of the mess behind himself which utterly failed.
“Oh, morning Steve! I was just – you know what, this is a disaster and I know what you're thinking but honestly cooking cannot be this hard since you do this every day and I thought–”
Steve laughed, coming up beside Tony and brushing a bit of flour off his face with his thumb before kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Here, I'll help you.”
Clearing off the burning pancakes into the garbage, Steve took Tony's hands in his and guided him through the process of ladling out a fresh batch, watching them cook and flipping them to cook the other side. The process took a little longer than it usually would and the pancakes were a little too overcooked, but they were otherwise perfect.
Steve brought over the plates which had, by some miracle, survived the disaster that was Tony's attempts at cooking. He smiled and stole another kiss as Tony carefully flipped the pancakes onto the plates.
The plates were set out on the table along with forks and knives and glasses of orange juice – Steve insisted – before the two of them sat down to eat.
He was right about the pancakes, they were just a little bit overdone but were otherwise perfect. Tony's hair was sticking up in every direction and was streaked through with flour, which Steve thought was utterly adorable. Wiping off the goofy grin on his face was hard.
“Sorry if they're not good...” Tony mumbled, not looking up from his own food. He was pushing it absently around his plate.
Steve nudged him gently and smiled when Tony met his eyes, “They're fine and they'll get better.”
Tony's lips twitched just a little. Steve leaned in and kissed him, soft and passionate, leaving Tony breathless and more than a little dazed when he pulled away.
“Practice makes perfect.”
FIN.