Husband!Bucky Barnes Headcanons -In the kitchen edition-
He washes the dishes, so you don't have to struggle with the gloves or any potential "squishy, smushy, scraps" touching you. Humming along as he scrubs dishes clean, enjoying taking any overstimulating tasks off your plate.
You always stand beside him, drying the dishes as he hands them to you, occasionally both of you swaying and singing to the song he's humming.
A round of Roshambo for who puts up the dishes. Odds he's picking rock, so good luck.
At least once a month, both of you cook a meal together. It varies, sometimes it's a lazy Sunday breakfast of lemon ricotta pancakes (with a kitty smiley made of whipped cream and fruit) with sausage links and freshly squeezed orange juice.
Hand-squeezed orange juice - Bucky never uses the hand-press - taking "hand squeezed" to a personal level, all the rendered from the orange with ease from one squeeze.
Loves trying new recipes with you, his cooking is basic, but he thoroughly enjoys trying new dishes, especially new takes on old recipes and "old man comfort foods."
"Bucky - babe, can you take out the trash?" As he's taking out the trash, "No would rather do training missions with Walker." A smirk on his face as he rebags the can.
Ingredient household - often opening the fridge to close it and open it again, wishing for a prepared snack to appear. Opting for a handful of shredded cheddar cheese is Bucky's standby snack option.
Bucky's favorite burner is the bottom left burner; all other burners are pointless. "This one just is better." A small smile plays on his lips as he shrugs, flipping over the pancakes.
The Junk Drawer (TM) is his enemy; he swears it's spring-loaded or jammed (it might be your fault), any time he tries to open it, something flies out at him, or it won't open without the use of Super Soldier strength. All to get batteries.
Bucky tends to go by the recipe, quick with conversions like how many teaspoons in a 1/2 cup? He says 48 so casually, as you are googling the answer.
But the recipe calls for milk, and out of milk? He's lost. He'll always come to you asking what the best alternative is to use for a recipe if he's unable to go to the store and get whatever was missing.
Bucky stores leftovers in all sorts of random containers. Cool whip containers have week-old spaghetti, (too much basil), a margarine container full of chocolate silken-tofu pudding.
Both of you make a ritual to clean the kitchen on Sunday night, daring each other to guess what that "fuzzy food item" it's shocking when Bucky takes a sip of expired milk. "I've tasted worse in the 40s, toots."
Alpine loses all toys under the fridge and the oven - like all the time, springs are scattered under the fridge. Bucky, with ease, lifts the fridge so Alpine can scurry under, chasing all the toys.
Bucky will gladly take over all of the kitchen chores if you aren't up to it, and he'll make sure to provide a special meal. Candles are a must.
His favorite meals to make are classified as "struggle/depression era meals": poor man's steak, goulash, wacky cake mainly due to simplicity and to experience what he had missed.
Bucky's favorite part of the kitchen is the beverage station that he built and painted (navy blue and sage green). It's a versatile spot to make smoothies, coffee, cocktails, and teas.
