Clementine
Jane and Bruce - it’s late and the rest of the mansion is pretty much dead, except for two individuals in the kitchen.
Bruce had woken late. He hadn’t met his full sleep requirements but felt with some anxiety that if he slept any more than he already did, he’d fall into a coma. Besides, his stomach woke him with a nasty growl alerting him that he needed food stat.
Though Jane’s pancakes in the morning had satisfied him enough to sleep for a good 10 hours, it was not enough. After a quick shower, fixing himself to the best of his abilities - well, somewhat, since it was late and he’d be going back to bed after he ate - he slung on a loose fitting shirt and found his not so great glasses, before heading down to the kitchen.
Humming, he began to mix a sauce together and sourced some fish fillets. Turning them over in his hand, he figured out the best recipe he could from what he had and opted for a Moroccan dish that could be saved for the next night with the other Avengers.
With that in mind, he picked up a Clementine and began to work away. Unashamedly singing as he did so.
