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

[atoner]

Please. Fresh fruit and granola? Nat doesn't even know how to cook for herself, so she may or may not order out more than she'd like to admit. She still takes care of herself, still works out as much as you'd expect her to, but chocolate though.

Sometimes a girl gets cravings. That are instantly satisfied when she takes a bite of the muffin she's handed. The small noise of happiness she makes is evidence of that.

"These are amazing," Natasha admits, which isn't exactly high praise from someone who'd probably burn water if she tried to cook, but still. "I might need to ask you for another one."

[tasermaiden]

Honestly, if Darcy finds out about Nat's lack of cooking skills, she's going to make it her official goal in life to teach her how to cook. Maybe trade it for fighting lessons since god knows she could use it, even if she lucks out enough to get another taser in future Arenas.

A bubble of pride swells inside Darcy's chest when she hears Nat make a happy good food sound. Darcy Lewis is not an Avenger, a physical combat type, or some kind of crazy genius, but she can make some damn good food, if it isn't too much to toot her own horn.

"Thank you," Darcy says a little too quickly with a tone in her voice that's on the edge of squeeing. "Feel free to take as many as you'd like. I made plenty."

[atoner]

It's mostly because she never had time to learn. Considering how early she started her career as a tiny killing machine, it makes sense that in the years that followed, she'd never settled down long enough to learn or care. She'd been too busy shuffling around various safe houses, always staying one step ahead of people who wanted to kill her.

Sometimes, you gotta treasure the small things in life. Including chocolate chip muffins. She takes another from the tupperware, because it just makes sense to stock up.

"You're one of Thor's friends. Darcy, right?" don't ask her how she knows that when they've never met before. Nat just keeps tabs on everyone.

[tasermaiden]

"Y-yeah!" Okay, of course it'd make sense that actual super-spy Natasha Romanoff knows who she is. She's SHIELD and probably knows everything about everyone like a walking burn book with great hair. "That's me, Darcy Lewis, friend of Thor and baker of muffins," she says, trying to sound far cooler than she is, or feels, at the moment.

And with the way Nat's stocking up like a redheaded squirrel who could probably murder her with her pinky if she felt like it, Darcy figures it might be an A-plus life choice to switch the conversation from 'Wow, Darce, way to be the smoothest motherfucker' to 'maybe-sorta actual conversation.' "If you want, I could teach you how to make those. They're super simple."

[atoner]

Nat will admit to acting like she knows way more than she does, but it also turns out that she knows quite a bit. At least, she does her homework because in a business like hers, there's really no greater asset than information. And copious amounts of it. At the very least, that makeshift title earns her a laugh. You made the Black Widow laugh, Darcy. That's gotta be worth some cool points.

"If I ever learned how to make these, I'm pretty sure I'd never stop eating them," she replies. "But you know, maybe I'll take you up on that sometime." It's a tempting offer, at least while she's stuck in a dystopian city straight out of Huxley's imagination. There might as well be something vaguely normal while she's here.

"What would the price be for your cooking expertise?"

[tasermaiden]

Today Darcy officially feels slightly cooler than she did yesterday. Okay, she's felt like she's been knocked off her cool pedestal since her less than awesome death in the Arena, but knowing that the Black Widow knows who she is and laughed at her dumb jokes...well, it's the best type of ego boost she could ask for right now.

"Yeeeah, buttery, chocolatey muffins aren't exactly exactly the best thing to eat to stay in fighting shape." Unless you're Thor, because the dude can eat practically anything on a regular basis and stay ripped. It's both amazing and kind of unfair and has ruined all her expectations (okay, not all, but some).

"Fight training would be pretty awesome." It's the first thing she can think of and comes out in a rush of words before she gives her a slightly sheepish grin. "I mean, I doubt Tony's going to be able to finagle a taser for me in every Arena."