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]

"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?

[imafuturist]

Totally was!

Tony snorted, giving his arm a little shove. "It's a goatee, you philistine."

[heroic_jawline]

"It's silly, is what it is," Steve replied.

[imafuturist]

"I could just shave it off if it offends you so much," Tony suggested, tilting his head back haughtily as he stepped closer, his hip resting against the counter top.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve burst out laughing. "Do it. I want to see what you look like without it."

[imafuturist]

"I will," Tony replied slowly. "If you grow one."

[heroic_jawline]

"A goatee or a full beard?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"Goatee," Tony replied, eyeing him critically. "Which I'm sure you'll enjoy learning to shape."

[heroic_jawline]

"...it has to be shaped? It doesn't just grow?"

Steve. You watched how long Bucky took on his hair. Why are you surprised by this?

[imafuturist]

Yeah, Tony was just going to give him a look for that.

He shook his head and snorted in amusement. "Sure. Just like your hair maintains that perfect part on it's own."

[heroic_jawline]

"Nah, this is a wet comb and some strong language in the morning," Steve said with a grin.

[imafuturist]

"So that's what I hear in the morning," Tony replied, grinning back at him. "It makes so much sense."

[heroic_jawline]

"It's either that or me singing the Army Song in the shower," Steve said.

Because he was That Guy.

[imafuturist]

"I thought that was an alley cat."

Rude, Tony. So rude.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve had run out of apple bits to throw, so he tossed more flour. "Jerk," he said fondly.

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned, ducking a little and moving into Steve's space to give him a little push. "Put those muscles to work and roll out the dough for me."

Because he probably needed to make sure they had a pie tin.

[heroic_jawline]

Or a frying pan? Or a weird square Pyrex thing?

"Fine," Steve said. "But only because I'm hungry."

[imafuturist]

It just needed to fit in the microwave. And not murder them.

"You're all heart, Rogers," Tony replied. "And stomach."

[heroic_jawline]

...maybe not something metal, then.

"I've been told that," Steve said, grinning up at him.

[imafuturist]

It was a nice kitchen, after all. Be a shame to blow it up.

"I'm somehow not surprised by that."

[heroic_jawline]

Well, it's not like it would really surprise anyone.

"You calling me predictable, Stark?" Steve asked, trying to roll out the pie...stuff. Calling it dough was maybe optimistic.

[imafuturist]

The flour had sort of absorbed some of the... everything. Sort of.

"I'd never," Tony replied, finding the most pie shaped thing he could to put things in. It was a glass bowl. They were 'baking' a pie in a glass bowl now.

[heroic_jawline]

This should go well!

Steve patted it flat...ish...and then shoved it into the bowl in slightly lumpy pieces. Tasty!

"There," he said, looking absurdly pleased with himself.