[Shield Iron Fork Winter] Possibility

Summary of this chapter:

Iron Man: I like it very much.

Da Dun: Then I will do more in the future.

Winter Soldier: I want to do more.

Wishbone: ...you'd better let me live a few more years.

The next few days, the Winter Soldier spent in a kind of extreme depression.He felt that it might be better for him not to speak, the world was full of malice, and a kind and pure person like him couldn't handle it.

So he avoided meeting anyone as much as possible, even if he slept with Wishbone at night, he insisted on turning his back to each other.

Wishbone always felt that something very important happened that day, and asked the Winter Soldier, but the Winter Soldier didn't open his mouth. Looking back, it probably had nothing to do with him, so he didn't bother to ask.

Maybe everyone has a few days every month, just pass it.

So it was an accident that the Winter Soldier ran into Steve in the kitchen, something he absolutely didn't want, because every time he saw someone, the shameful scene would replay in his mind, and he immediately turned his head and wanted to run.

Still, hunger got the better of his sanity.He bite the bullet and went to open the refrigerator, emptied the last two sandwiches inside, carried another bottle of soda, and walked back in despair.

But he didn't take a few steps before Steve stopped him.Of course, he couldn't walk fast, because Steve was cooking, and the smell was many times better than the soda and sandwiches in his hand.

So if you want to conquer a person, you must first grab his stomach.Sometimes we can't tell the difference between stomachache and heartache. Anyway, it's a pain in a certain place in the viscera. When a person is excited, the two feelings are not far apart.

"Bucky, how are you and him?" Steve asked, turning the slices of meat on the frying pan.

The Winter Soldier didn't hear what the other person was asking, and his eyes were fixed on the slightly reddish fried delicacies.After he answered "um" indiscriminately, he swallowed hard.

He forced himself to get his sanity back, he couldn't give in.

Steve didn't ask any more. In fact, he was just being polite, because no matter what the result of the question was, Bucky would not give in the slightest bit on the wishbone issue.So he simply refocused on fiddling with the things in the frying pan, until 2 minutes later, he found Bucky still standing beside him.

"...wishbone doesn't cook?" the Winter Soldier asked.

In his memory, except for the cases where the machine could do it for him and Stark was willing to order takeout, the rest of the time was spent on wishbone—or iron noodles—making food.

In fact, looking back on it this way, he should have learned how to cook with wishbone. After all, he has been eating for more than 70 years, and he can memorize the recipes.

But not today, he thought back, Wishbone was still watching pornographic websites in front of the computer just now.That's why he's out foraging, that's why he eats a sandwich pitifully, and that's why he bumps into Steve.

It's all the wishbone's fault.

"I told him to rest today, I want Tony to try my new craft." When Steve spoke, his face was filled with a smile that seemed very strange to the Winter Soldier, but Steve always said That's happiness.

"You cook for him." The Winter Soldier repeated, tightening the sandwich in his arms again, speculating—"So...is this another way for you to play tricks on him?"

Steve choked and couldn't help laughing, "Although it sounds really strange for you to say that, but...it's not wrong to understand that."

Steve is really crafty.With a face that looks like a good person, there are so many tricks in his heart.The Winter Soldier is very straightforward, he never plays tricks like this, he just tells Wishbone what he wants to eat or asks Wishbone to do it, playing tricks to please the other party is really...

"If you teach me, I will do it too." The Winter Soldier opened the refrigerator and put the soda and sandwiches back.

He forgot that one of the sandwiches Wishbone had asked him to take over for himself, and now he just wanted to cook, and for Wishbone.Anyway, Tony seems so hard to please him, Steve thinks this method is feasible, not to mention the crossbones, the type of winter soldier who can eat two plums less and be happy all day.

"No, I don't want you blowing up the kitchen." Steve refused, and put a tender piece of meat on the plate.

"I don't know how to fry the kitchen, why do you just look at me like that, I have learned 36 languages, I am proficient in 170 kinds of firearms, I have narrowly escaped 56 desperate situations, I—"

"You're clueless," Steve cuts him off coldly, even though it's cruel.

Steve had been sneaking around the kitchen for a week trying to make this meal for Tony.Now that he finally felt that his craftsmanship was on the table, he didn't want this surprise to turn into a disaster.

But Bucky didn't leave as he wished, he still stood beside Steve, his eyes moved with his every movement, and after a while, he asked Steve melancholy—"Steve, do you remember when What did I say to you when you didn't join the army?"

"Huh?" Steve responded casually, turning down the temperature a bit by the way, and now he has to make a soup.

"At that time you were alone in Brooklyn, with no family or reason, and you couldn't join the army." The Winter Soldier put his right hand in his pocket, recalling sadly, "You were so small, and you were always bullied. Then At that time, I thought, I am your only friend, no matter what difficulties you encounter, I should help you."

"Yeah." Steve frowned, he added water to the appropriate amount, and added a little oil.

"You are so stupid, and your movements are so slow, just like a butterfly, let alone being hit by a bullet, even if you are blown by the wind, you will fall apart."

The Winter Soldier spoke so earnestly that Steve even began to suspect that the electroshock therapy had broken through the limitations of his memory, so that he could remember his shortcomings so clearly—“But I never disliked you. You see, you still do Foolish things like tucking keys under the rug at the door of a house that everybody knows, stacking newspapers in shoes for heightening, putting—”

"...Shut up." Steve supported his forehead and propped up the desk. The two personalities fought fiercely in his heart for a minute. He sighed and looked at the Winter Soldier in compromise—"Speak, you Do you want to make steak, soup, or dessert? Choose the same, only the same."

The Winter Soldier is overjoyed.

So when Crossbones heard a faint explosion coming from the kitchen, he didn't take it too seriously.Because he thought Captain America was cooking, so it has nothing to do with him.That's Tony's boyfriend, as long as his own boyfriend... Thinking of the wishbone, he couldn't help cursing inwardly, wondering what that bastard was up to, telling him to take a sandwich and get it now has disappeared.

Wishbone cleared his browsing history and decided to do it himself.

But before he went out, the door was knocked several times, and when he opened the door, it was Iron Man standing outside—"What's going on? You're not in the kitchen? What happened in the kitchen?"

"Your blonde is cooking for you, what's the matter?" Wishbone was also surprised, poking his head out, only to see a wisp of green smoke wafting from the end of the corridor.

"Steve is cooking? I don't know, Jarvis and Friday kept calling the police." Hearing that Steve was inside, although he didn't know what happened, Tony was also slightly relieved, "The kitchen Locked, I guess he wanted to surprise me."

Wishbone nodded.

Then they decided to play a game and wait for the meal to start.

It's just that Captain America did bring joy, but the Winter Soldier brought nothing but surprise.

As Wishbone and Tony urged them to be seated, Steve began serving up the prepared meals one by one.Although I haven't tasted it, but looking at its appearance and smelling its fragrance, everyone can guess that the taste is absolutely the same.

Unfortunately, he only made three copies.

He gave Tony one first, then kept one for himself, and the last one was in the Winter Soldier's place.

Then he sat down.

"...Hey, I... Where's mine!?" Wishbone didn't understand, he asked Steve if he forgot something.

"Oh, your Bucky did it, he'll bring it to you later." Steve said, and then stopped paying attention to Wishbone, and instead waited expectantly for Tony's evaluation.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is well done or not. It is worth affirming that you are willing to put in the effort. Besides, the taste is really not bad. Even if it is not as good as the craftsmanship of senior chefs in high-end restaurants outside, Tony said that it is already very good.

"I like it very much." Tony took a bite and put it in his mouth, and gave him a sip of red wine along the way.

Steve was so happy, so happy he forgot there was nothing in front of the wishbone.He's glowing all over now, as if he's been given another serum.

Wishbone swallowed greedily, although he couldn't understand what "Your Bucky did it", he could only wait patiently.

In his impression, the Winter Soldier can't cook, and the Winter Soldier can only eat, so much so that he can't wait to swallow his lunch box.But maybe what Steve said is right, the Winter Soldier can't, but Bucky can, maybe the Winter Soldier can cook well when Bucky's personality comes out.

Thinking of this, Wishbone also had some expectations.

However, this expectation was completely shattered when a plate of black charcoal was placed in front of him.Wishbone was tempted to ask if he could trade with the Winter Soldier, to give himself a taste of Steve's craft first, and then it wouldn't be too late for the Winter Soldier.

But facing the Winter Soldier's stern gaze, and looking at Tony and Steve's happy faces, Wishbone felt that this plate of charcoal, he had to swallow it no matter what.

"How does it taste?" After finally sawing off a small piece, the Winter Soldier asked him before the wishbone could be put into his mouth.

In a hurry, Wishbone quickly bit the small black thing, chewed a few mouthfuls, swallowed it forcefully, and replied with a smile, "Okay... very good... very chewy... a bit, a bit like logging..."

"After that, I often cook for you." Steve smiled, and said to Tony, "Anyway, I'm free when I don't have any tasks, and I just learned a few more dishes, so you don't have to eat a fixed pattern or order takeout every day. .”

"After that, I often make it for you to eat," the Winter Soldier glanced at Steve, and immediately imitated his example, and said to Wishbone, "Anyway, now I am just waiting to be caught, so I just learned a few more things. Dishes, anyway, you cook and eat like that.”

"Okay," Tony raised the corners of his mouth, and continued to divide those delicacies that were out of reach—"I think this is indeed a way to improve your diet. After all, Jarvis's combination is constant, but you have Variable."

Wishbone quickly drank a big swig of wine, diluting the salty and bitter taste in his mouth, and couldn't help coughing slightly, reluctantly said to the Winter Soldier—"Uh...it doesn't matter, I'm used to taking care of you, or ...or I will do it."

"No, I will," the Winter Soldier insisted.Especially when he felt that Wishbone's attitude had indeed softened as expected, he couldn't give up this effective method of pleasing the other party.

"...No, you really don't have to..." Wishbone was uncompromising, and he took another swig of his wine.

He felt that he couldn't finish the plate of meat before he was drunk, but it was good to be drunk, and he was not afraid to do anything while drunk.And he can drink it slowly, and at the end he has to serve dessert, which he just happens to take away with the plate.

But all this did not escape the eyes of the Winter Soldier.

Just as the other three had finished eating, there was still half of the wishbone plate left.He stood up and was about to clear away the dinner plate, but the Winter Soldier said abruptly—"Didn't you say it was delicious? Then finish your meal quickly, and I'll make another one if you don't have enough."

The blood vessels on Wishbone's forehead throbbed, and then he sat down slowly, and under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, he picked up the knife and fork again.

TBC