"Should I even bother trying to trace this number?"
"I'm wondering why you even have it," You shrugged even though he couldn't see and then eyed the plate Steve was offering before looking up at him with puppy eyes, mouthing, 'Cake?'
"It's nine in the morning." He scolded lowly and you gave him a pleading look.
"I'm Tony Stark, I can find whoever I want."
"Then try to trace it, tin man."
"You really expect me to go to the bakery right now?" Steve whispered and you shook your head gesturing to the cabinets.
"Put on an apron, mistah apple pie."
"You want pie?"
"No, it's just a-"
"Who're you talking to?"
"Why is it," You talked into the phone, ignoring the question, "That whenever someone finds out I didn't stay six feet under, they're always so pressed about it?"
"Because you lied and kept secrets," He chuckled to himself sarcastically adding, "Oh, I'm sorry, keep secrets. As in present tense."
"You're not getting a location outta me, Anthony."
"Bet you told Rogers." He grumbled.
"Get a body like him and we'll talk."
"You're almost as shameless as me."
"Missed you too."
"Ouch, shit!"
"I have to go." You stifled a laugh, watching Steve burn himself on the top of the oven.
"Is it a top-secret spy mission out of country?"
"Where did my phone ping me?" You chuckled, eyes still on the blonde who looked massive in the kitchenette.
"Singapore."
"Mm, I'm much closer than that."
"Tell me."
"Bye Tony, send my love to your minion and Peppahh." You made smooching noises into the phone for good measure before hanging up and slowly making your way over to Steve.
"No, no, I've got this," He insisted as you tied the apron around his waist, tugging it so he'd face you, "You're supposed to be in bed."
"Babe, I love you," You smiled sweetly, "But if baking a cake from a box is too much..."
"It's not."
"Good, because then I'd want a divorce." You smirked, slapping his ass.
"Get back in bed," He pointed the wooden spoon at you, "Don't make me carry you."
"It's like ten, maybe fifteen feet away," You scoffed and when he raised his eyebrows you added in a small whine, "And I'm injured."
"Which is why you need to be in bed, ace."
"Ace?" You teased and he rolled his eyes.
"It just slipped out."
"Bring me my cake, captain!" You laughed, reaching up to kiss his cheek as he stirred the batter, "And then dessert."
He closed his eyes when your voice dropped and you smirked to yourself, walking towards the bathroom.
"Or you could join me," You shrugged, stripping when you reached the doorway, "Take a quick break?"
"No," He shook his head after a moment, steeling himself and tearing his eyes off your figure, "Banner said none of...that, for six weeks."
"Wait, wait, wait," You came back over in your shorts and a bra, "Six...weeks? No, no. Those months in France were bad enough and-"
