Captain America Bingo 2023

Breakfast

Breakfast.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.
Word count: 347 words.
Rating: Teen.
Square: O3 "Breakfast".
Summary: Steve wanted to surprise you with a home-cooking breakfast.
Warnings/Tags: Good plan, bad results, breakfast disaster, burn food.
A/N: This is my entry to All Caps Bingo.

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr and my Ao3.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don't give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Steve saw the clock. You had told him that you would return home from the mission around eight o'clock in the morning; he knew you would return tired and probably would not remember that day was their anniversary, so he decided to surprise you.

He would prepare you a surprise breakfast, then a relaxing bath, and you could rest. Maybe in the evening, you could go out for dinner.

With great confidence, she took the recipe book; she had seen you consult that book several times when you wanted to cook something special, as well as use the appliances, and it didn't seem so difficult.

He chose the dishes to cook; he made sure that the level of difficulty was for beginners; he didn't want anything to go wrong, so he took out all the ingredients.

He started to cut the fruit when he heard a noise, and when he turned around, he saw your puppy on top of the table, eating the whipped cream.

"Oh no, buddy, this isn't for you," Steve said, lifting the puppy.

Steve went back to what he was doing but didn't notice that the puppy had taken the whipped cream container and carried it away, leaving a trail with the product.

You were exhausted. Maybe you were going to eat something light and go to sleep; it had been a long mission. As soon as you entered the house, you were confused; there was whipped cream all over the floor, and your puppy was eating what was left of the container. You tried to take it away without success.

You no longer had the energy to fight your puppy, so you would only go to the kitchen to get something.

You stood in the kitchen doorway, dumbfounded. Steve was using the fire extinguisher to put out the fire on the stove, in fact, in the pan of what was perhaps intended to be some dish.

"Do you want to go out for breakfast at a restaurant?" Steve proposed with a big nervous smile as he saw you standing there.