[fic] Cooking Lesson
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Title: Cooking Lesson
Prompt: Homemade
Bonus? Yes
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Fandom, Avengers
Pairings (if any) Gen
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Some hinted at swearing, minor damage to a hand.
Summary: Clint may never miss, but maybe he should still stay out of the kitchen.
Note: They were talking about culinary abilities on the
be_compromised All Things Friday yesterday. It inspired this tiny, tiny ficlet.
“Ow! Fu—ow, ow, ow.” Clint dropped the pie pan on the stove top with another litany of curses, most of which were not kind to the ancestors of anybody who had baked a pie, and immediately sucked on the pad of his thumb, which was already turning red.
“You know,” Natasha said, looking back down at her laptop, “there’s a reason they invented oven mitts.”
“This one has a hole in it!” Clint shook the offending item at her.
“Then don’t use it.”
“See if I cook for you again.”
“Judging by the smell, I think I’ll be okay.”
Prompt: Homemade
Bonus? Yes
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Fandom, Avengers
Pairings (if any) Gen
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Some hinted at swearing, minor damage to a hand.
Summary: Clint may never miss, but maybe he should still stay out of the kitchen.
Note: They were talking about culinary abilities on the
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“Ow! Fu—ow, ow, ow.” Clint dropped the pie pan on the stove top with another litany of curses, most of which were not kind to the ancestors of anybody who had baked a pie, and immediately sucked on the pad of his thumb, which was already turning red.
“You know,” Natasha said, looking back down at her laptop, “there’s a reason they invented oven mitts.”
“This one has a hole in it!” Clint shook the offending item at her.
“Then don’t use it.”
“See if I cook for you again.”
“Judging by the smell, I think I’ll be okay.”