#buckybakes

Bucky was frantic. It was your birthday and he wanted to bake you a cake. The problem. He'd never baked before. So he had enlisted the help of Natasha and Steve and they were late. Bucky had all the ingredients set out in the kitchen and he was dialing Steve's number.

"Steve!" he exclaimed. "Where the hell are you guys?"

"Sorry, pal," Steve said, "We're on the quinjet. Fury sent us out on a last minute mission. Just follow the recipe you'll be fine. Gotta go, we're landing." Bucky heard a click and covered his face with his hand frustrated. Then he composed himself.

"I am a bad ass assassin. I can bake a cake. I'll bake the fuck outta that cake." he said out loud before setting to work.

***

Five hours later found Bucky standing next to the island, exhausted and pissed off. His eyes scanned the evidence of his battle with the kitchen appliances and it wasn't pretty. Flour dusted every surface  of the kitchen. He dumped all the flour into the mixer at once before rereading the recipe and seeing where it said to add the flour gradually. Broken eggs lay on the floor from not placing them inside of a bowl to prevent them from rolling away. Measuring spoons and cups littered the counters, bowls were strewn about, various liquids and powders covered the flat areas of the kitchen…including the floor, and not one but two cakes that had come out before were thrown in the trash. But the icing on the cake, pun intended, was the final cake that was sitting on the island under intense scrutiny from one Sam Wilson.

"Yeah, you baked the fuck outta it, alright," Sam said, leaning back. The dark cake sat there pitifully. "Maybe once you put the icing on it, it'll be alright. I mean, chocolate cake and chocolate icing are delicious." Bucky groaned.

"It's vanilla," he whined, covering his face with his hands.

"Daaaamn," Sam said, "What did you set the oven too? Thor's Lightning or Tony's Repulsors? Or maybe Human Torch?"

"Fuck, Sam what do I do?" Bucky said, "I was banking on this cake for her birthday. She's gonna hate me! What kinda boyfriend can't even do cake right?" Sam didn't have a chance to respond because you entered the kitchen going for a soda from the fridge.

Your eyes widened as you took in the scene. Bucky staring forlornly at a cake, Sam looking at Bucky trying not to laugh, and the carnage from what would come to be known as the Great Bucky Baking Fuck Up.

"What happened in here?" You asked as Sam walked out of the kitchen barely concealing a snort.

"I tried to bake you a cake for your birthday and…" he raised his hand defeatedly at the mess. You bit your lip trying not to laugh.

"Bucky," you said, getting his attention before wrapping your arms tightly around him. "Thank you. No one's ever burnt a cake for me before." Bucky leaned back and glared at your grinning face playfully. "Really though, thank you. I appreciate the thought. Now, how about we clean this up then I'll let you buy me a cake for my birthday…and if you're feeling really generous we can get some drinks and just cuddle and eat cake and get drunk while watching terrible movies together?" Bucky smiled at you.

"I think I can manage that," he murmured before placing his lips on yours, "Happy Birthday, Doll."

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