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motorcycle rides- steve rogers

You'd think that being an Avenger meant that you'd never be bored, but you were horribly wrong. It seemed as if in the beginning, you never had time to do anything because of all the missions that Fury was throwing at you and the team but now, your entire schedule was cleared for the week, leaving you with absolutely nothing to do.

Well, to put it this way, you had nothing to do unless you wanted to join the bread-baking cult with Clint, Bucky, Sam, Thor, Peter, and Pietro.

"Y/N!" Clint waved you over. "We're having a contest to see who makes the best pastries. Hey hey HEY! SAM!" he swatted at the Falcon's arm, "I told you to take your damn hands off my precious croissants!"

"I'm assuming that you want me as your guinea pig and there's no way for me to escape this situation?" you set down the book you were reading, crossing your arms at him.

"Mhm. Now come here, and take one bite from each plate, then tell me which one tastes the best."

A neat line of plates on the kitchen counter displaying pastries ranging from croissants to castellas to eclairs were lined up. The guys watched you intently as you moved from plate to plate, carefully taking a bite out of each pastry, chewing and nodding to yourself, taking mental notes in your head.

"Agh, the agony of waiting," Bucky groaned, sliding a hand down his face.

After what seemed like forever to the guys, you finally came to a decision. "Damn guys...I'm actually impressed that you didn't burn anything...they all tasted amazing---"

"HA! BEAT THAT, LOSERS! I AM THE REAL VICTOR!" Bucky shouted.

"---but there was one that really captured my tastebuds....that one being...Peter's famous green tea castellas!"

"Yay!" Peter cheered, and you gave him a quick hug.

"Darn, I should've asked you for baking advice before I accidentally burned my first batch of snickerdoodles," Sam cursed under his breath.

"Hey, Peter, gimme some more of that," you beckoned for him to give you more of his castella. "Damn, what did you do to these to make them taste so good?"

"I'm talented," he replied, smiling sweetly. "And Bucky sucks at cooking."

"HEY!" Bucky shouted. "I'm very talented, thank you very much! Don't forget that I have a metal arm, Spidey!"

"And I have instant-kill mode," he retorted.

"You guys are insane..." you muttered, pressing your fingers to your temples. "See, Bruce," you turned to the scientist reading a book at the dining table, this is what happens when you let guys hold a cooking competition without anybody to supervise them."

"They rope you into that?" Bruce nodded over at the plates on the counter. "Last time, I was the victim."

"Mhm." You let out a groan and flopped back onto the couch, covering your face with a pillow and hugging it tightly.

Steve, your closest friend on the team who didn't constantly pressure you into being the judge of Chopped spin-offs like some people did, *cough cough*, walked in and noticed the boys arguing over who's pastries were better, Bruce sitting peacefully at the dining table, and you spread out across the couch like a corpse. "Hey guys...woah. What's going on in here?"

"Hell's Kitchen," you groaned, your response muffled by the pillow that was still covering your face. "I complained about being bored and they forced me to judge their desserts."

He raised en eyebrow. "Wanna go for a ride? Nat and Tony released me early from training."

"Yes, please," you begged, "Anything to escape this place."