Warnings: I swear sometimes. You shall be Italian for one of these, beware. You'll know when.
Now enjoy!!
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T'challa/Panther:
"T'challa, take this cookie and you then will be above all." You stated.
"Because of one cookie?" He raises a brow.
"Yes." Was all you said.
"I'll make dinner." He said as he started walking towards the kitchen.
"Wait No! Let me cook!" You argued. "It's the nicest thing I can do!"
T'challa shrugged then went back to sitting down.
After about ten minutes he realized something.. (Y/n) can't cook. He rushed over only to see you struggling with the stove.
"(Y/n) stop. You can't cook." He said gently.
Yet you still shouted. "IF THERE IS ONE THING I CAN DO HERE IT'S COOKING!"
"Oh really" He smirked then glanced at the stove. "Then what are you making over there? Fire?"
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You looked over to see that he was right. "OH MY GAWD."
T'challa put out the fire with ease while you sat on a stool waiting for him to finish making food.
"I'm sad, T'challa." You say, laying your head on the counter.
"And why is that, My Queen?" He replies. It's surprising your heart still flutters when he calls you his queen.
"I can't cook! I want to be able to cook too." You whined.
"I'll teach you. My gift to you." He promises as he places your favorite dish in front of you.
"Thank you.. Merry Christmas!" You grinned.
"Merry Christmas." He repeats, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.
(I actually kinda liked this one.. I don't know.)
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Phil Coulson/Agent Coulson:
He watched you as you laid on the couch, your cat named Tesoro laying on your stomach.
Phil had a hard time getting (Y/n) a gift. You know why it was hard? Because he wanted something perfect for her.
