Cooking up a Storm- Steve x Reader

Cooking up a Storm
Avengers x Steve x reader

You storm into the lounge, wearing Tonys "kiss the chef" apron and growl at your friends who were lounging on the sofas, "THATS IT TONY! Tonight I'm making dinner! I am so sick of eating JARVIS's cooking and shawarma all the damn time! No offence JARVIS."

"None taken, miss (name)," replied the AI.

Every eye in the room turned to look at you and blinked.

"YES!" Crowed Clint, pumping his fist in the air, "finally, no more robot food!"

Tony grinned, "if it sucks, I'll make you lick it off of the floor~"

"No if it sucks I'll make YOU lick it off of the floor. And my cooking is damn awesome by the way," you say putting your hands on your hips.

"Then there are no worries!"

Everyone seemed excited that they wouldn't have to eat JARVIS's cooking anymore, which made you happy, but you also knew that your friends' standards would be high.

"Ok," you say, "well that's settled. But I'm gonna need an extra set of hands. Any volunteers?"

When nobody said anything you sighed, "anybody? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?"

Still nobody.

"Aw c'mon guys!" You pouted.

Finally Steve slowly raised a hand, blushing furiously, "um, I don't know much about cooking but, I'll help..."

"YES!" You cry happily, "Steve volunteers as tribute!"

You grab Steve's arm and drag him out of the room and to the kitchen.

"So... Umm..what are we making?" Steve asks, the words forcing there way out.

"Pasta, Greek salad, and garlic bread" you say, pulling out ingredients from the fridge. "Your in charge of cutting the onions... I don't wanna cut them."

Steve forces a smile.

"Don't I need one of those" he says, staring down at your apron.

"Oh yeah.... One sec let me find one" you walk over to the drawer where the rags, aprons, and oven mitts are kept. You laugh as you pull out the only other apron. You hold up the pink frilly piece of cloth for Steve to see.

"Oh come on (Y/n) can't we trade?"

"Nope" you say.

And that my friend is how Steve got stuck with the pink frilly apron.

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After ten minutes of trying to force Steve into the apron you finally succeeded.

"There it's not so bad... The worst that can happen is you'll be a laughing stock for the rest of your life" you say, snapping a picture of him with your phone.

"(Y/n)!" Steve says.

"Yes~~?"

Steve just blushes and goes to chop the onions.

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"(Y/n)! I'm done" Steve says whipping the tears from his red puffy eyes. You stare at the salad bowl full of chopped onions.

"How many did you do!?" You cry.

"All of the ones we had..."

"We only need half a onion!"

"Sorry..." Steve whimpers.

Your expression softens when you see the sad look on his face.

"You know what it's fine, well just find something else to do with them"

You see a slight smile playing at his lips.

"What about making onion rings" he says.

"I know! Let's make onion rings!" You cry, running to make the batter.

"That's what I.... Never mind."

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Finally the meal is done. You sigh in relief as you set it on the table.

Steve reaches for a piece of garlic bread, and you smack his hand away.

"No touchy" you say biting into a onion ring.

"Hay!" He grabs the onion ring from you and pops the rest into his mouth.

You raised an eyebrow and grabbed another onion ring and bit into it. Steve reaches out and tries to grab it from your hand, giggling you dance away and lick it. Steve smirks and tackles you, taking a bite out of the ring in your hand. Your both on the floor fighting for the onion rings, when Tony walks in.

"Mmm smells good! What are you guys doing?" He watches as Steve pulls the rest of a ring out of your mouth and stuffs it into his. Tony giggles, "(name) and Steve are sharing indirect kisses!~" and runs out of the kitchen stealing the last of the onion rings...

You both raise an eyebrow.

"Why don't we change that."

"Change what?"

"The kiss."

"Huh?" Steve says his eyes widening as he realizes what you mean.

You smile and press your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses you back, moving his lips against yours. You feel his strong hands on your waist and blush.

The moment ends when you hear a snap and then: "this will make a nice Instagram photo"

"CLINT!" you both say in unison. You chase the archer, leaving a different, uglier picture on Instagram.