Region-Beta Paradox (Avengers X Male Reader)

Pancakes and Milkshakes

"Mace."

"Not now, Coulson." Jeffrey said, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Phil nodded to the security personals and they left without a single word. That caught Jeffery's attention alright. Just then, Fury entered the room and the doors closed behind him. That made Jeffrey stand up from his chair.

"What's going on?" Mace questioned.

"We're here on the council's orders. Shut down the programme." Phil said in a threatening voice.

"What programme?" Mace bluffed, trying to stall the conversation while he figured a way to get things under him again.

"You know what we're talking about, Mace!" Fury raised his voice. Veins were almost protruding and visible from Nick's head as he clenched his jaws and fists. Having had found out what Jeffrey had been doing all along had made his blood boil, knowing he shouldn't have been dismissed of his position as the director when it happened.

Phil was quick to walk behind Mace and get a grip on his hands at the right moment before he could reach for the gun. "You can't stop it." Mace grumbled. "Nobody can. It's already starting to take on its effects."

***

"Hey you." you smiled as you walked into the small kitchen aisle in your room where Steve was cooking breakfast.

"Oh, morning Y/N." Steve smiled brightly. "I'm making pancakes, did you brush your teeth yet?"

You grinned, "I did not." you said and sat on the counter, taking a bite from the pile of pancakes Steve had already made. "Are you going to punish me for being naughty, Captain?" you spoke seductively and gave him a wink.

The pan suddenly dropped from Steve's hand and landed the stove as his face reddened. "I- I... I should get the coffee." he muttered nervously and his eyes turned everywhere but to you.

You laughed, "Oh, come here." you rolled your eyes and pulled him close by the hem of his shirt. You crashed your lips into his and broke into a passionate long kiss. Just as your hands started to work on getting Steve's shirt off, your olfactories caught something rather pungent.

You two paused the kiss but didn't exactly pull away. "Pancakes on fire?" you asked as you opened your eyes and looked into Steve's blue ones.

"Yep." he said and you got off the counter as Steve took a hold of the pan and threw the burnt pancake away, continuing to make fresh ones.

As he did so, you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Jokes apart, you so didn't want to start your day with a Captain-special lecture on why you should brush your teeth before breakfast. Seriously, the guy has no problem making out with you for hours on end but you eat without brushing your teeth first and all hell breaks loose.

Having decided to take a shower as well, Steve was already done making pancakes and chocolate milkshake for the two of you by the time you got back to the kitchen. "Who's that tiffin for?" you asked, noticing a pancake-stuffed tiffin at the counter as you sat next to Steve and took your plate.

"For James, thought he'd like it." Steve smiled.

"I bet he would." you said and kissed his cheek before digging into your pile of cakes. "Ugh, these are delicious. You are so on the right path to become the favorite parent." you said with a stuffed mouth, making Steve chuckle.