Avengers, Loki, and Bucky Preferences/Short Imagines [Wattys2017]

He Helps You Make Dinner (Tony, Thor, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Loki)

Tony- "Anthony Edward Stark, you agreed to help me with dinner tonight! Come up here please!" You yell from the top of the stairs leading into Tony's lab. You heard him setting down tools, and he stood at the foot of the stairs. "Alright, I'm coming." He says, and he starts walking up. You step away from the stairs and walk to the kitchen, Tony trailing behind. "You're in charge, so what should I do babe?" Tony asks. "First, measure out the milk to right here." You say, handing him the measuring cup and milk. You pointed to the notch in the cup, and you started chopping up the chicken. Together, with you giving him instructions after instructions, you finished dinner. "Honestly, Tony, you really aren't one in the kitchen, are you? How could you mix up a teaspoon and a tablespoon?" You say with a laugh. "I'm not one for following the instructions, Babe." He said. "No, really? I couldn't tell." You giggle, earning a smirk from Tony

Thor- "My lady, what are you doing?" Thor asked you, entering the kitchen. "I'm making dinner, honey. Care to help?" You ask him. "With pleasure." Thor said with a smile. So, he joined you, but making a mess along the way. "No, Thor, honey, like this." You say, smiling gently. You help him spread out the marinade for the beef, taking his large hands in your smaller ones. He chuckles as you turn back to the vegetables you were steaming. You set the beef in the oven and put on the mashed potatoes. Thor watched you, and he stepped beside you and checked on the vegetables. "This all looks very good, my lady." He said. "Well, you helped me darling." You say, leaning over and kissing his cheek. The oven beeps, and you take the beef out carefully after putting on oven mitts. You set the platter on the table, and then take the mashed potatoes off. Thor had taken the steamed vegetables off of the stove, and he set it on the table. "Thanks love." You say, sitting down with him for a nice dinner.

Steve- "Making dinner already, ma'am?" Steve chuckled, knowing you loved to cook and bake. Just earlier that week, you had baked bread, cookies, and brownies. "You know me, Steve." You laugh, tossing the salad you were making. "Want any assistance?" He asked. "I would love some." You reply. Steve walks over to you, and you start showing him what you need help with. "I've got the salad and chicken, can you get the rice and slice up a bit of the bread?" You ask, working as you did so. "Of course I can." He says happily, doing what you asked. You smiled at each other as you worked together, being the perfect team as always. You moved in sync, and when it was all done, everything looked amazing. "Thank you for the help." You say, kissing Steve. "It was no problem, now, let's eat." He said, and you both sat down and enjoyed both the meal, and each other's company.

Clint- "Can I help with dinner tonight?" Clint asked, entering the kitchen. "Um, sure, I suppose so." You respond, making him smile. You started pulling out pans and pots for dinner, and Clint went to the fridge. "Grab the chicken, salad greens, and the lemon juice." You say, pulling out several spices from the cabinet. He grabbed the requested items and brought them to you, and he started tossing the salad for you. You started seasoning the chicken, and he began with the salad. You put the chicken in the oven and started making the rice for dinner. When you finished, Clint took that and the salad and brought it to the table. You sat on the counter and started talking with him while waiting for the chicken. When the oven beeped, you hopped down from the counter and slipped on oven mitts to pull the chicken out. You set it on the table, which Clint set, and you smiled at each other before digging in and laughing.

Bruce- Standing in the kitchen, you were busy mixing up the Dijon mustard sauce for dinner that night. You didn't hear Bruce come into the room, and you jumped when you heard him speak up. "Need any help?" He asks quietly. "I would love some, if you please." You reply. He smiles a little and walks over to you. "I'll get the vegetables. They're in the freezer, right?" He asks. You nod, and he opens the freezer door. He pulled out the frozen carrots, and started working. "Just like working in a lab?" You tease, setting the dip on the table. "Close to exact." He replies with a smile. You laugh and pull out the chicken while Bruce sets the cooked veggies on the table. "Thanks for the help." You say, and then your eyes go wide. "Forget something?" He asks. "Yup, the potatoes I was going to make. Damn." You mumble. "Don't worry about it. Let's just eat while it's all warm. You did a great job." He says, kissing your cheek. "You helped." You smile, sitting down with him and starting.

Loki- "How many times must I tell you? You don't have to make dinner. I could just..." Loki starts, but you cut him off. "I enjoy it, which is why I do it. Now, would you like to help me?" You say, crossing your arms and smiling. "Fine, but just this once." He agrees. You nod, knowing you had won the battle you fight every evening, and start pulling out the fish you had planned for dinner. "What do I do?" Loki asked, utterly confused. "Here, you measure the rice into this up, and pour it into that pot with water. Then, you turn the knob to the number four, and let it sit. Stir ever five or so minutes as well." You instruct, moving his hands as your explained. You started seasoning the fish, and you set it on your little countertop grill. You watched Loki as he stirred the rice, making sure it was perfect. You bite back your laughter, and smile instead. The fish is done, and so is the rice. You each bring the food to thee table, and you smile. "Thank you for the help darling." You grin. "You're quite welcome. I think I should help more often, it was quite enjoyable. Next time, though, I wish to do more." He says. "That can be arranged." You say, sitting down with him and starting to eat.