Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

Tony had started the day working on some coding with the television on in the background to provide a little noise. And to make it seem less weird that he was mostly just staring at a tablet and coding with his brain. But whatever.

But that somehow turned into watching the background noise. Which turned into 'I could do that' after a few episodes.

And that would be why Tony had a fine dusting of either flour or confectioner's sugar turning his hair a bit grey as he frowned down at the collection of ingredients.

"I have a masters in chemistry, this shouldn't be so difficult," he grumbled to himself.

Stupid Great British Bake Off.

[Mostly for the housemate! GBBO owns many souls.]

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[heroic_jawline]

As long as it didn't give him a critical eye back...

Steve stuck his tongue out at him because he was mature that way.

[imafuturist]

Not this time. It helped that he wasn't Hank Pym here.

NEVER SORRY 'BOUT IT, HANK.

"I think this'll do," Tony replied, tweaking one last thing and winking at him. Because sure. That was a thing people did.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve blushed as he finished his final apple. "What's it going to do now?" he asked.

[imafuturist]

"Should cook the pie in a fraction of the time." Or cause the apocalypse.

[heroic_jawline]

Possibly both?

"Good," Steve said, giving the apples a look. "They're getting kinda brown looking."

[imafuturist]

"They're supposed to get cinnamon and sugar on them anyway."

Which made them brownish too.

"Crust! Shit," he muttered, going to get it out of the fridge.

Language, Tony. Language.

[heroic_jawline]

"Language," Steve said without thinking.

[imafuturist]

Which caused Tony to pause a little at the fridge and give him an incredibly amused look. "Should I say 'sugar' instead?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Maybe," Steve muttered, turning red. He had not meant for that to come out of his mouth.

[imafuturist]

And it was a blush that Tony could draw attention to without making things weird!

"I have heard you swear, Cap," Tony said, placing the unholy abomination of 'dough' on the table to be rolled out. "On several occasions."

[heroic_jawline]

Possibly "rolled".

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Steve mumbled.

[imafuturist]

It would end up in a pie tin at the very least. Somehow.

"I would never laugh at you," Tony replied with fake hurt, hand to his chest like it physically pained him to even think of such a thing. "My friend. My good friend who would never use foul language."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve chucked an apple core at him.

[imafuturist]

At that Tony did laugh, ducking a little in a way that didn't really get him out of the way of the core. "Well, darn it, Steve! Look at the mess you're making!"

Which was punctuated with a quick handful of apple peel being tossed back,

[heroic_jawline]

Steve snorted. "Oh, just me, huh?" he replied, tossing another core.

Witness another reason why Sarah Rogers didn't let Steve and Bucky in the kitchen unsupervised.

[imafuturist]

Steve was a terrible influence! Tony would never... be allowed in the kitchen growing up, so it was a moot point.

Carry on.

Tony turned a little so it was just his side to Steve. You know. To present a smaller target area. "Just you," Tony agreed, making it rain with those apple peels.

Bet you feel bad for helping now, Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

He'd feel bad when they were cleaning the kitchen later!

And possibly when he tried the pie.

"You are such a...brat," Steve laughed, looking for something else to throw. Flour? Handful of flour was good.

[imafuturist]

If the pie didn't attempt to murder them first.

"Oooo, strong words from Mr. Rogers," Tony replied with a grin. It was a ghostly grin solely due to the flour he was now covered in.

Spooooky.

He was just forced to retaliate with a handful of the apple peels to rub into Steve's hair.

[heroic_jawline]

Details!

"Ack!" Steve yelped as one got down the back of his horrible plaid monstrosity of a shirt.

[imafuturist]

At least it wasn't a smedium?

"I'm sorry, are you alright?" Tony asked with faux concern.

[heroic_jawline]

It wasn't, but the white sleeveless undershirt underneath definitely was...and now you're getting to see it, Tony, as Steve pulled off the plaid thing.

"I'll live," he said dryly.

[imafuturist]

Tony's eyebrows shot up a little at that, but he politely refrained from the comment on the tip of his tongue.

Instead he shook out his hair to get some of the flour off. "Making me look old here," he grumbled, looking up at grey tinge that remained.

[heroic_jawline]

"Part of my evil plot," Steve said, smiling. "It suits you."

[imafuturist]

"It does not!" Well, it was safe to say that Tony had a healthy level of vanity still.

[heroic_jawline]

"You can pull off that beard thing," Steve said. "There's very little that makes you less handsome."

That's a thing friends say, right?