DC One Shot And Imagines II

Flour- Kara Danvers (c)

"I can't breathe," you coughed, taking a step out of the kitchen, hoping to find some form of fresh air.

Kara followed behind you, pausing behind you as you doubled over with your hands on your knees attempting to gain your breath again, having inhaled way too much of the cloud that had formed inside of the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" She asked, resting a hand on your back.

You had two good coughs to clear your throat before standing back up straight, your breathing falling back into a normal rhythm. Kara showed genuine concern on her face as she looked over your flushed face, your cheeks covered in white with tear trails amongst the powder that had changed your complexion.

"When you said you were bad at baking, I didn't expect to be choked by the flour," you frowned.

She gave you a sheepish smile. "I misjudged how much we needed, and I didn't realise pouring the bag would create such a cloud that would choke you so much."

Hoping the flour had cleared, you headed back into the kitchen to get a view of the carnage. Nothing had made its way into the oven yet, the ingredients not even fully combined but the room looked as though a vicious battle had occurred. Every utensil the kitchen held was spread out across the sides, now covered in flour and a few other ingredients.

You turned back to your girlfriend, who was equally coated in the ingredients that should be in the mixing bowl.

"Should we actually try to make these cookies?" You asked. "Or is it worth just cleaning the apartment and buying some cookies instead?"

She pondered the question for a moment. "I wanted to take cookies to my mums but if this is anything to show for what they will turn out like, they'll probably poison everyone."

You couldn't deny it. You had been working on the whole ordeal for half an hour and you barely had a bowl of mess to show for it, and it would likely take at least triple that time to clean up the disaster that the two of you had caused.

"There is that bakery two blocks from here, we can probably pick up some cookies there," you offered. "Obviously after we've showered and somehow scrubbed the flour from every inch of our beings."

Kara ran a hand through her hair, only matting the flour in deeper. "I guess that's the plan."

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Written by Charlotte.

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