A/N: Based off a prompt of two people who don't work well together being forced to make breakfast together, expect one of them fucks something up. Also, I made some characters have food allergies. Because I can and it helps make them more relatable in my opinion. Anywho, I can make more of this if y'all like.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader (tried to keep it non-discript as possible)
Warnings: langauge
Words: 700ish
Tagging: @tyler-t0t
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“You’ve never learned how to cook?”
“Well, I have, I just don’t mess with hot things or knives or anything that might damage my hands.”
“Well, that’s a bit vain, but considering your job is messing with someone's very delicate brain, I think you can get a pass. This time.”
“Oh, this time, huh? Thanks, I guess.”
I grinned at him. “C’mon, it’s our turn to make breakfast today, we’re gonna go all out so I can show you how to cook.”
I grabbed a pair of aprons from the side of the fridge, tossing one to him. “I’ll do prep and you can make everything, should be simple.”
I asked FRIDAY to open up a digital whiteboard, and jotted down the ideas I had for breakfast:
Banana Bread (2 loaves)
Pancakes with and without blueberries
Quiche (3)
Breakfast potatoes (two sheets)
Scrambled eggs
Bacon
Breakfast sausage
Sourdough bread
“That doesn’t look ‘Simple to me’ “ Strange remarked, eyes widening at the list as he finished tying his apron.
“This is nothing, I used to work in a summer camp kitchen. Besides, we’re feeding several super soldiers, a couple gods, and several others.” I told him as FRIDAY helped make the lists of everything I’d need, and thankfully I had woken up early to feed and start the sourdough bread so it’d be ready to put into the oven in about half an hour.
Putting on some 2010 hits from when I was a bit younger, I started pulling out ingredients while Stephen got the bowls, pots, and pans ready for it.
I quickly diced and chopped a variety of vegetables and prepped some quiche in some pre-crusted pans that I pulled from the freezer, popping them into the first oven while I monitored Stephen making the banana bread.
“Is this literally it? No seasonings or add-ins?” He questioned as he poured the first bread mix into the greased pan.
“I mean, you can add like cinnamon and nutmeg and stuff but Clint has a nut allergy so I don’t, and last week we found out Loki is allergic to cinnamon, so.” I told him as I parboiled some potatoes.
He paused at that and turned to me, confused. “A god from another planet has an allergy?”
“Yeah, not surprising if you think about it for a bit. Took me a little bit to think about it as well.” I replied, taking a sip of my coffee as I used a fork to poke a potato.
He narrowed his eyes and stared off into space for a bit, something I usually did when I was trying to figure out something in my head.
“I mean, he is from another planet after all, and I don’t suppose they have the same spices as we do, so that leaves a whole world of possibilities open for them.” He said slowly after a moment.
I nodded, taking the potatoes off the heat and straining them into the colander in the sink.
“Peter is allergic to food dyes. Which is why he’s in the kitchen so often making his own candy with his friends.”
“So that explains the large jar of sugar on the counter then.” he motioned to it as he put the bowl and measuring spoons into the sink.
“Oh that? I think it’s citric acid, but I’d ask him at breakfast before you go putting it into anything.”
He stopped for a moment and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, making me pause.
“You put that into the banana bread, didn’t you?”
“It looked like sugar! What else was I supposed to use?” He yelled at me.
“I don’t know! Maybe the jar on the left of the sink with the label Plain Sugar on it!” I yelled back, heading over to the fruit bowl and yanking the rest of the bananas from it.
“It’s fine, we’ll just keep them in the kitchen and hopefully no one will notice.”
~ One hour later ~
Everyone had started coming from their various morning routines and piled into the kitchen, grabbing bowls of food and taking it into the dining room as I got the hot pitchers ready with both regular and decaf coffee, and pulling out the pitches of various juices and iced coffee, carrying them into the room as well.
As we finally all sat down, I explained how Stephen helped make breakfast and pointed towards the banana bread, and soon enough everyone had a slice.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” came from Bucky, spitting out the slice on his plate. “WHY IS IT SOUR?”
Welp, looks like people noticed.
