Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

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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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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.

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

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

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

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

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...maybe not something metal, then.

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

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

"I'm somehow not surprised by that."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"Apples next," Tony said, eyeing the dough like it betrayed him for not looking like on the show. "I think we add sugar to them too."

Mmmm. It'd be a sweet mess.

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Next time they could try that hot water crust of indestructible nastiness?

"And cinnamon," Steve said, even though he'd grabbed cumin, which was not the same thing.

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It was an Indian inspired pie? Oh god, why did they do this?

Tony nodded, giving the microwave one last look over. "It might not caramelize the sugars like a traditional oven. But I can get a blow torch for that."

TONY, NO.

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"That sounds like a great idea," Steve agreed. He was so very wrong.

He gave the bowl an appraising look. "Do we have enough dough for a top or are we going to do a strudel top?"

Streusel, Steve.

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They were going to get food poisoning. It didn't seem possible under normal conditions, but they'd manage here.

"Might have to," Tony muttered, eyeing the pie. "Do you know how?"

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"Sure," Steve lied. "It's...um...butter, sugar and flour, I think. Kinda glumped up together."

Technical term.

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That sounded about right to Tony after a quick Google search. He nodded again.

"It'll be good," he said with all the hope in the world. "I should have picked this up age ago."

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"It's not that hard!" Steve agreed optimistically.

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"You'll be Captain Baker next?" Tony teased.

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"Sure," Steve said. "We can teach cooking over the summer."

That would be a disaster.

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Boiled everything.

"I think we could handle that."

It'd be a class on ordering takeout.

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And possibly calling poison control.

Steve mushed some butter in with sugar and too much flour until he had gloppy clumps. "There!" he said, pleased with...whatever that was.

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"My hero," Tony drawled, grabbing the 'pie' to put in the microwave.

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"That's all it took?" Steve teased. "And all the time I've wasted trying to impress you..."

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Tony ducked his head like he needed to concentrate on the buttons to hide the tiny flush of embarrassment as he recalled the last time he'd called Steve that.

"Like you need to try."

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Steve batted at his bangs in an effort to hide his own blush. "'Course I do."

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"Trust me, Steve," Tony said with a sort of intense sincerity that he felt necessary when dealing with people he cared about. "You've never come up lacking."

Jesus, Tony. Chill.