forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"Yeah," Steve nodded, trying not to grin, "I trust you plenty, remember who you're talkin' to?" He let out a faint laugh, smiling shyly as he shrugged a shoulder, "It's a date."

Bucky narrowed his eyes. "I don't remember much about who I'm talking to, no." But his voice wasn't totally serious, more of messing with Steve. At the blonde's next words, he blinked. "Ah…a date? Or…?"

Steve swallowed, suddenly remembering that Bucky might not want that. "Y- I mean, yeah. A date, I'd like it to be. But no, if that's not what you want I totally get it–" He nodded a little nervously, quietly aware of a faint blush spreading over his cheeks as he tried to appear a little less like his younger, shy self.

Bucky studied Steve carefully for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I…I think…a date would be…" He spoke slowly, weighing the words as he spoke them. "That would be great."

Steve's eyes lit up at that, and he smiled. "Yeah?" He almost laughed, instantly forgetting his past nervousness and moving into his smiling awkwardness, "Oh– well, that's…great. Hm. Alright then."

Bucky smiled, lower lip catching between his teeth. "–yeah." He replied, looking over at Steve a little shyly, laughing a little bit.

Steve nodded once, smiling like he'd won a prize for being the nervous mess that he was. "I'm lookin' forward to it," He admitted with a fond look, "But in the meantime– how about those cinnamon rolls?" Steve suggested with a laugh, "I think there's a recipe lying around somewhere."

Bucky blinked, then nodded. "Oh. Yeah, alright." He replied, standing and stretching. He pulled out a hair tie, tying his hair back in a ponytail so that it wasn't in the way.

Steve put aside his sketchbook and moved towards the kitchen, smiling to himself at the sight of Bucky's little quirk. He went to a small shelf of books and magazines, tilting his head to the side as he read the titles. "Hm," Steve sounded, pulling out the recipe book with folded dog ears and post-it bookmarks.

Bucky came over, looking over Steve's shoulder at the cookbook, a few strands of brown hair that had escaped the ponytail drifting in his face.

Steve idly flipped through the recipe book, looking for the recipe. "Here," He chirped, smiling at the page when found it, "Easy cinnamon rolls." The words sounded foreign in his mind as he thought of food before the war and how as kids, they could only dream of making something like this from scratch.

Bucky smiled a little bit, and nodded. "Alright. Let's make it." he replied, looking over at Steve.

Steve smiled, reading the margin of the page for the ingredient list. "So…for the dough, we need milk, sugar, butter, eggs, yeast, and flour," He said, moving to the fridge. "And some bowls– from that cupboard," Steve said over his shoulder, loosely gesturing at it.

Bucky nodded, and grabbed some bowls, placing them on the counter. "Alright. What else?" he asked, looking at his friend.

Steve carried the ingredients from the photo-covered fridge and onto the counter. "The– flour, and white sugar is in that cupboard," He said, nodding at it before looking down at the recipe again, "And then we need cinnamon and brown sugar, which should be there too."

Bucky nodded, and got the ingredients out, setting them on the counter and brushing back a strand of hair. "Now what?" He asked.

Steve remembered the electric stand mixer, quietly retrieving it from a cupboard. "Now–" He said, setting it on the counter and glancing at the recipe, trying to process the chemistry of the first step as he readied a small bowl and measuring cups, "We gotta put the yeast in the milk with a bit of sugar."

(wow. my attempts at condensing a whole ass recipe into replies)

He nodded a little bit. "In what amounts? Or are we just dumping all the yeast into all of the milk with a pinch of sugar?" he arched an eyebrow.

(Lmao)

"Hmph, no," Steve said with a smile, looking at the recipe as he found the measuring spoons, "In a small bowl we need to put two teaspoons of yeast and a teaspoon of sugar into a cup of milk."

Bucky nodded a little bit, and found the measuring tools, placing them on the counter. "You can do that." he replied.

"Sure," Steve nodded, measuring out the ingredients and giving them a quick stir once they were in the bowl. "–And, we'll put this aside…" He said with a glance back at the recipe, "So it can…activate? Sure, okay. For five minutes. But in the meantime, we can prepare the other stuff."

Bucky let out a breath, tucking back a loose strand of hair. "–yeah, okay." he replied, looking at Steve carefully for a moment.

Steve met Bucky's gaze with a smile, passing him the sugar to measure out as he cracked eggs into a mixing bowl.

Bucky carefully measured the sugar, and then held out the filled measuring cup to Steve, being careful not to spill it and send it all over the floor.

Steve dumped the sugar into the bowl, measuring out the cups of flour and butter needed and putting them in the same bowl. "So–" Steve said, looking back at the recipe as he put the bowl underneath the stand mixer, "It says to just let the mixer kinda do its thing, and it'll turn into a dough."