D3 / MCU Breakfast Mingle

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Who| Bruce Banner, the whole MCU cast, open to people who live in D3 or would drop in on D3 during breakfast time
What| Bruce is a stress cooker. He made a lot of food during the night. Now everyone has to eat it. MCUers have gathered to help with this.
Where| D3 kitchen and dining area.
When| Early morning after the first night under curfew.
Warnings/Notes| Possibly discussion of past violence. Twitchy old people with tribbles.

Bruce doesn't do well when he feels trapped. He felt very trapped during the night and didn't have even a wink of sleep. So he kept himself busy with cooking.

And boy, does it show.

There is a ton of food, all over the counter and on the table. Some is still cooking in the oven or on the stove. There are familiar things, like crepes and popovers and pancakes and muffins and bacon, but there are also completely foreign things from other countries, primarily from Latin America, Northern Africa, the Middle East, and India. And to go with all of this are a ton of different spreads, some of which are clearly not even from the continental United States.

There is also, of course, hot coffee and cold juice to drink. Or tap water, if that's what you feel like.

Honestly, it looks like the weirdest breakfast buffet ever.

Comments

[tookthewheel]

He looks back down at the pancakes, toying with his fork in his left hand for a long moment.

No, he doesn't think it's poisoned, he doesn't think someone who claimed to be Steve's friend would do that to him knowing how Steve would likely react to it. Unless of course they thought he was too dangerous to trust around Steve... he pushes that thought away quickly. It's more that he thinks it would make more sense for her to be angry with him, to hate him; not to be nice to the man who... who... the echo of a rifle in his hands fills his senses for a moment before it's gone.

It's fine. He's fine. Bucky cuts his fork into the pancakes. "Thank you."

He still doesn't know whether this is truly genuine or not, but as far as the pancakes go he doesn't see reason to refuse.

[atoner]

That's right. He's Steve's friend, and Natasha respects Steve to follow his calls on this. If he thinks Bucky's stable enough to be left to his own devices, well. She'll just have to trust him on that. If he didn't, she knows he probably has it in him to do something about it.

The bullet he put in her still aches sometimes, even though it's long gone by now. It will ache until the day she dies, a reminder of what he has done to her.

Still, Natasha watches him begin to eat the pancakes and considers her work here done. "Enjoy," she tells him, with a casual shrug of her shoulders.

[tookthewheel]

"They're good."

He offers the words after she tells him to enjoy them, looking up at Natasha with a smudge of cream on the corner of his lip. The pancakes taste better with it, he concedes the point but still doesn't see the point of putting it on as a smiling face.

Bucky can't tell what is going on inside her head but she is not like the Widow who was here before, that much is clear to him. He knows what to expect from this one even less.

[atoner]

He's got whipped cream at the corner of his lip and it's a really amusing sight, to be honest. Exactly what she needed from this man at the moment. Not that she really needs to be reminded that someone like him is more human and less of an ill-used, forgotten weapon. But it's a good moment.

"You got a little something," she hands him a napkin, but she'll leave it at that. He doesn't trust her, she doesn't trust him. They're not friends. There's no reason to push this.

"I'll see you around, Barnes."

[tookthewheel]

Bucky reaches up and takes the napkin automatically after registering the meaning of what she'd said. He nods and nothing more when Natasha says what amounts to a goodbye.

Afterwards he followes her direction and wipes away the cream from his mouth before eating the pancakes down to last crumb.