out on the edge
Notes: For the now defunct 13drabbles's gamma theme. Title is taken from Echo by Jason Walker.
Title: out on the edge
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Prompt: 13. desserts
Words: 391 words
out on the edge
It could not be this hard; it was just like chemistry. Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly like chemistry, but it was close enough and besides that wasn't important!
The main problem that Tony had discovered was that while baking was indeed a lot like chemistry, the finer details were a little bit different. Even though he was sure that he'd followed the recipe perfectly, the pie that he'd attempted to make hadn't turned out well at all.
In fact, the pie looked lumpy and the crust was badly undercooked because it was sagging and half of it had caved in on the filling. The pie didn't even look all that appetizing and the kitchen was full of smoke.
There was still time for him to hide the evidence of his failure. If he hurried, he could chuck the entire thing in the trash can or incinerate it or maybe he could -
“Tony, are you alright?” Steve poked his head into the kitchen. His nose was wrinkled up from the smell of the smoke.
Tony flailed for a moment, jumping between Steve and his failed attempt at making what he knew as a fact to be Steve's favourite dessert. He didn't quite manage to hide the disaster he'd made, “What? I'm fine; there's absolutely nothing wrong with me as you can see and just ignore the smoke I think Clint forgot something in the oven and I might have not noticed that but no I'm alright.”
Steve's eyebrows were in his hairline by that point and clearly Tony had set off his internal Tony-is-bullshitting-me metre. But he didn't say anything, just managed a smile and said, “Well, okay, if you say so. Do you need any help cleaning up?”
“No, no I've got it you go do stuff like team-bonding exercises or whatever it is you do all day.”
There went the eyebrows again. Tony could swear that someone out there was laughing at his misfortune, what had happened to his life that he was reduced to this?
“You sure?”
“Yes I'm sure, now go be ridiculously good-looking and patriotic somewhere.” Tony waved him away, making sure to keep his disaster of a pie hidden. He managed to chase Steve out and turned back to it and sighed before scraping it into the trash can and setting the pan in the sink with everything else.
Back to the drawing board again.
FIN.
Title: out on the edge
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Prompt: 13. desserts
Words: 391 words
out on the edge
It could not be this hard; it was just like chemistry. Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly like chemistry, but it was close enough and besides that wasn't important!
The main problem that Tony had discovered was that while baking was indeed a lot like chemistry, the finer details were a little bit different. Even though he was sure that he'd followed the recipe perfectly, the pie that he'd attempted to make hadn't turned out well at all.
In fact, the pie looked lumpy and the crust was badly undercooked because it was sagging and half of it had caved in on the filling. The pie didn't even look all that appetizing and the kitchen was full of smoke.
There was still time for him to hide the evidence of his failure. If he hurried, he could chuck the entire thing in the trash can or incinerate it or maybe he could -
“Tony, are you alright?” Steve poked his head into the kitchen. His nose was wrinkled up from the smell of the smoke.
Tony flailed for a moment, jumping between Steve and his failed attempt at making what he knew as a fact to be Steve's favourite dessert. He didn't quite manage to hide the disaster he'd made, “What? I'm fine; there's absolutely nothing wrong with me as you can see and just ignore the smoke I think Clint forgot something in the oven and I might have not noticed that but no I'm alright.”
Steve's eyebrows were in his hairline by that point and clearly Tony had set off his internal Tony-is-bullshitting-me metre. But he didn't say anything, just managed a smile and said, “Well, okay, if you say so. Do you need any help cleaning up?”
“No, no I've got it you go do stuff like team-bonding exercises or whatever it is you do all day.”
There went the eyebrows again. Tony could swear that someone out there was laughing at his misfortune, what had happened to his life that he was reduced to this?
“You sure?”
“Yes I'm sure, now go be ridiculously good-looking and patriotic somewhere.” Tony waved him away, making sure to keep his disaster of a pie hidden. He managed to chase Steve out and turned back to it and sighed before scraping it into the trash can and setting the pan in the sink with everything else.
Back to the drawing board again.
FIN.