[annie_stark THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU.]

It was Bucky who suggested making Pancakes. Steve was surprised, didn't expect Bucky to be the one who wanted to make them. But he agreed maybe a little too quickly and bought a dozen boxes of pancake mix and cartons of eggs.

"So I just crack the eggs into this bowl?" Bucky asks, and Steve nods. "But what if I break the egg and it goes everywhere?"

"You'll be fine, Bucky."

Turns out, Bucky broken the bowl and the egg. The yolk went flying, splattered onto the ground and his shoes.

"Why don't you open the mix instead?" Steve hands Bucky the box and gets to work on cleaning the egg. "The package is fool proof. Trust me, I've-"

Bucky tugs too hard on the clear packing and the thing rips apart entirely, white powder exploding into the air and all over Bucky's face and Steve's head and shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Bucky frowns as he drops the package. "I ruin everything."

Steve stands, doesn't see he egg yolk as he steps forward. His foot slips out from underneath him, he grabs onto Bucky's arm, and they both go down.

"Steve!" Bucky hurries to get to his feet, his hands slippery from the pancake mix, making his arms slide forward and his head smacks against Steve's. "Ouch."

"Jesus, Bucky," Steve laughs, looks up and grins. There's white powder all over Bucky's face, on his eyelashes and eyebrows.

"What are you staring at?" Bucky freezes when Steve reaches up and swipes the pad of his thumb against his bottom lip.

"You look really adorable right now," Steve says, watching as Bucky's eyes narrow and his cheeks burn pink under the mix. "If there wasn't any egg in my hair and we wouldn't be covered in pancake mix, then I'm pretty sure this would be romantic."

Bucky snorts, props himself on his elbows and reaches up with a shaky hand for the counter. "If you'd just give me a second, I could get off of you."

"No! Wait, the-"

Bucky's hand tilts a whole carton of eggs over, each and every one falling down and cracking on his head, Steve's face, the floor.

"Fan-freaking-tastic," Bucky huffs, wobbles to his feet and holds out a hand. "I bet I'm going to smell like raw eggs for a month."

Steve laughs, steadies himself on Bucky's shoulders. "Yeah. But hey, you know what?"

"What, did Natasha tell you that raw eggs are good for your hair or something? For better hydra-tion?"

Steve reaches behind him blindly, grabs a hand full of batter, and leans forward. "I get to do this."

Bucky's eyes widen. "W-What?" And then Steve reels back and throws the ball of sludge into Bucky's hair. "Steve!"

Steve cackles evily, completely forgetting about the slippery floor as he turns and try's to run. And then he falls, face first, hits his forehead against the tile.

"Karma, biatch!" Bucky shouts, carefully stepping over Steve body with a smirk. "That's what you-"

Steve's hand shoots forward, latches onto Bucky's ankle, and watches as he falls. "Ha!"

"You little punk," Bucky sneers, gathers mix from the ground and blows it into Steve's face. He coughs, sputters, and Bucky slowly backs away. "Don't mess with the Winter Pancake, buddy."