fossilised | For Steve

[Steve ignores that text - the only person who texts him regularly is Nat, sometimes Clint, occasionally Tony. All people that are put on the backburner right now because they're just going to tease him and he wants Bucky to have all his attention. He mixes them all together as directed. Though Steve does make his own pancakes from mix he is practiced with cooking from scratch, okay. Just not pancakes.

Only when he's done with that does he give Bucky an apologetic smile and say quietly,]

One sec,

[Steve wipes his hands off on the dishtowel and pulls his phone from his back pocket to check the text. His cheeks color faintly when he reads it and he shoves the phone back into his pocket without replying. He doesn't know what he expected.]

[It's actually kind of pleasant to just stand here with Steve. Despite the fact that this is all so new, it feels familiar, it feels safe, like something he's done a thousand times before. There's something about this giant, gorgeous, puppy of a human being that has just clicked with him.

Even if he is still sure it's going to go down in flames.]

Everything okay?

[He wouldn't have asked, but he wasn't expecting Steve to go quite that stunning colour of red and push his phone away. A tiny part of his mind whispers that maybe he already does have someone, but he shoves that thought to one side. It's not fair to think someone might be that kind of douche with no proof.]

Yeah. Just... gossip machines for friends who are now asking for updates.

[While Steve does try to leave off how graphic said update request was, the whole blushing thing he did before probably made it pretty obvious.]

Sorry, some of them really don't understand personal boundaries.

You told them about me?

[His eyebrows shoot up, unsure whether that's adorable or a little creepy.]

You only just asked me out, and already we're the subject of gossip?

[Quickly, going even redder. Nat, Clint, he is going to murder you.]

I just said we were making pancakes, and that you were very attractive and they decided to jump to their own conclusions, I promise.

[He can't help the small quirk of his lips at being called attractive, it seems like an impossibility from someone as gorgeous as Steve is, but there doesn't seem to be any lie there.]

I guess that 'making pancakes' can sound pretty dirty to the wrong mind.

[He shrugs, not really bothered by it.]

If you want to really drive them nuts, just tell them that you're turning your phone off for the night.

[Steve's mouth hangs open at that, as if to say that Bucky is positively wicked.

... Steve... really likes it.

Still red, biting his lip, he takes his phone out and shoots a quick text back.]

FROM: Steve
TO: Clint

Sorry, turning off my phone for the night.

[And then he does just that. Well. No taking that back now.]

They're going to flip. And make certain assumptions.

[He thinks he might have fallen for Steve a little bit more when he actually goes along with it, and that red faced blush is adorable. Sure, he apparently spent his childhood as a scrawny little thing, but there's no way he's that innocent now. Surely he's been around the block enough not to be embarrassed.

Right?

He leans on the kitchen island and waggles his eyebrows in an overly suggestive way.]

Well, hey, what else would you assume for pancakes?

[He drops his voice on that last word to an almost sinful throaty growl.]

[Oh goodness. Ooooohhh goodness.

Steve kind of has to just... cover his face a bit to try and hide the redness. That voice should be classified as a lethal weapon.]

I. Um. Uh.

[Critical Brain Failure: Please reboot system]

I - I gotta go to the bathroom I'll be right back-

[All that rather exhaled in one breath before Steve makes an escape to the small bathroom without waiting for a response. He just needs to. Gather his thoughts. In private. Get some cold water on his face. That kind of thing.]

[Is this some kind of joke?

He hasn't made anyone blush like that since college, it's incredibly endearing and it just ignites that spark of wickedness in him that wants to keep teasing. Honestly, if his sister could see him now, joking and smiling and actually socialising, she'd probably have some sort of heart attack.

He'll wait for ten minutes for Steve to get himself together, but hopefully he comes out before then. But when he does come out, it'll be to Bucky splattered in batter and scowling down at the bowl as if it has mortally offended him.]

[Steve only takes a few minutes. He's not taking any personal time, so to speak, after all. Just splashing cold water on his face, using that heroic self control to get a hold of himself. That kind of thing.

He's definitely going to have some racy dreams tonight just the same, he's certain.

He's apologetic and still a little red when he comes out, pausing at the doorway to the kitchen area to watch Bucky work.]

Sorry, I - uh ... Sorry. How's it going? Did the pancakes do something wrong?

Huh?

[He glances around, expression lifting again when he sees Steve's adorable flushed cheeks. He steps aside to let him take back over with the batter, since he's supposed to be learning how right now.]

No, your bowl just hates me. I think it knows I was joking about the batter in an inappropriate way.

[Steve's smile is a mixture of smitten and bashful in equal measure as he moves to take over the mixing post once more.]

It's not used to that kind of language. You offended its delicate sensibilities.

Hey, pal, if you're determined to take me out on a date, then your bowl is gonna have to get used to hearing a whole lot worse. I haven't even mentioned all the places that batter is fun to lick off, it ain't just the spoon.

[His lips tweaked up a bit, the hint of a wicked smile of years gone past, though there was a disquiet in his eyes too. It was easy to fall back on the flirting, and god knows he'd want to take Steve to bed if it ever progressed that way, but... He didn't know if he could now. He didn't know if he could ever strip down in front of anyone and show him their scars; he sure as hell didn't feel sexy, and he was certain that anyone seeing them would lose any desire for him pretty damn fast.

So he was all talk and no action.

Damn it, this whole thing was a stupid idea. Sooner or later he's going to run into something that implodes this fledgling thing between them fast... and then he's going to be stuck as his ex's neighbour. Great.

His smile has slipped a bit, getting lost in his own head for too long.]

[That's sad, because that means Bucky might be missing the way Steve goes even redder all over again.

He's not a virgin. He's not. But his experience has been minimal, and a long time ago. There were always other things that needed his attention rather than relationships, even casual ones.

He notices the way Bucky's smile has slipped a little, though he can't tell the reason. Maybe Bucky's really not into the idea of such an easy to embarrass partner? Quick, Steve, make a recovery!]

Okay, now you're just trying to see how red you can get me. The bowl has nothing to do with it.

[Steve's comments snap him back into the room and his grin reasserts itself on his face.]

Red is your colour, what can I say? Now, c'mon, if this bowl needs more polite hands touching it to get the batter right, then you need to take over. Else you'll never be ready to ask a guy out on a pancake date.

You're the boss.

[Steve's still smiling rather bashfully, still faintly pink as he takes over again. Following direction is good, it doesn't cool the blood exactly (Bucky's voice does things, okay) but it does give him something else to focus on. And Steve is one of those people that's gotta give 110% at anything he puts his mind to.]

[He has to say that it's kind of endearing to watch how very earnest Steve is when he follows the instructions Bucky gives, and eventually there's a stack of golden brown pancakes sitting on one of the plates nearby.]

Now-- take a bite of that and then look me in the eye and tell me that your mix is worth it, I dare you.

[Steve looks a little skeptical, to be fair. To be fair, it's not because he doubts Bucky. He doubts his own skill - what if he screwed them up? Less margin for error with boxed mix. He really doesn't want to screw them up, though.

But still he takes a bite just the same.

Okay, yeah, if anything now he's a little surprised Bucky didn't just deck him before for the boxed mix thing. He has seen the light.]

... I'm never eating anything else ever.

[That makes him laugh, a surprised and genuine laugh that makes his nose crinkle up at the end.]

You see? I told you they were better, and you were gonna ask some poor guy on a date with box pancakes. Call yourself an artist, Teach, but you forget that cooking is an art too.

[He reaches out and snags a forkful for himself, munching contentedly.]

This isn't the date, you know? I'm not dressed up for it or anything.

Could have fooled me, thought you were going for the rugged look.

[Steve's pretty sure it would be impossible for Bucky to not look attractive no matter what he was wearing.]

But I'm not dressed up either. It's a pre-date. To make sure the date goes okay. And I don't make stupid mistakes like boxed pancakes.

[Steve's too free with his compliments, Bucky can't quite decide if he's embarrassed or just happy about someone thinking he's at least halfway attractive.]

Right, right.

[He taps a thumb to his chin faux thoughtfully.]

But you see, we've gotta problem. You've had coaching on how to impress your date, you're ahead, where's my advantage?

[Steve leans in to bump his shoulder against Bucky - it's a light thing, just good natured ribbing, voice mock offended.]

Bold talk from the man that can make me go red as a tomato in five words or less.

[He stiffens just a bit at the contact, barely noticeable, just instinct rather anything else. He really hopes Steve doesn't notice and think that Bucky doesn't want him to touch.]

Hey, that's not enough. I want to impress-- c'mon, Steve, how does a guy make a date special for you?

[Any date at all is special for Steve, but he isn't sure he wants Bucky to know just how awkward and inexperienced he is there. There's making your potential partner comfortable and then there's just admitting to how much of a weirdo you are.

So, quick, Steve, think of something... So he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.]

You could model for me.

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