The Peace of Our time...

Stressful

"Ok smash the potatoes until desired texture. God how does everyone want it? Why is this so stressful?" Bucky asked basically so close to the cooking book one flinch and his nose would touch it.

"Dude come on its mashed potatoes, the easiest thing to make. Why are you making it so hard?" Sam asked.

"Thanksgiving has to be perfect for the girls. They have all had a really ruff few months and this is something that will be normal and I know they are really looking forward to it." Bucky said reading the same sentence over and over again.

"Yeah I'm still not hearing the part about making mashed potatoes. Literally there is only one way to make them and no one can screw that up." Sam argued.

"Well I guess I'll just smash them and see where it goes." Bucky said and started to smash them in a bowl.

"Ok perfect." Bucky said moving his bangs out of his face.

"Nope too many icebergs." Sam said.

"Excuse me?"

"It's too textured." Sam said.

"Oh I thought there was only one way to make mashed potatoes." Bucky said mocking sams voice.

"I was just trying to make you feel better!" Sam whined.

"This is never going to get done." Bucky said hitting himself in the forehead with the cookbook.

"Oh hey guys, Bucky you look very stressed what's going on?" Charlotte asked walking down the steps.

"Frosty is trying to make mashed potatoes." Sam said.

"Oh I see. Do you need any help?" She smiled.

"No ive got this. You have cooked so much already." Bucky said.

"Ok then. Well then I wish you good luck." Charlotte said and walked off.

"Ok after mashing the potatoes place in pot for thirty minutes, ok that doesn't seem too hard." Bucky said

"Why doesn't this sound right?" Sam asked.

"Sam just please for once in your life stop talking." Bucky said through his teeth.

*hours later*

"Alright darling, it's time for me to go." T'Challa said.

"Right, I almost forgot." Mia sighed.

"I hope you aren't too upset with me. I promise I will be back soon," he said.

"Yeah I know. But I wish you would stay for thanksgiving." Mia sighed.

"I know but-"

"Your people need you, I get it." Mia said.

"I'll be back soon. Take care." He said kissing her forehead and then getting into his car and driving off.

"You ok?" Charlotte asked.

"No but, I'll live." Mia said turning to her.

"Come on, i still have to pick out my outfit for tomorrow and I could use some help." Charlotte said.

"You go ahead, I'm going to take a walk. Try and clear my head, I'm sure you will pick something out." Mia said.

"Ok, be careful." Charlotte said and walked back inside.

*a few moments later*

"No not this one." Charlotte said going through her wardrobe.

"Oh I love this dress let me see how this looks." She said and put it on, but couldn't zip it all the way up.