Stucky??
After a long day, Steve walks into the Avengers compound, eagerly awaiting the return of his boyfriend. He heaves a sigh as he walks into the kitchen.
Taking out rice and a pot, he begins to prepare for dinner. Steve figured a short dinner would occur, before him and Bucky finally got to spend some alone time together. Little did he know, however, that Peter and Shuri had other plans in mind.
Steve finished making rice and chicken and went to light candles on a two seater table.
“I’ve rigged the whole place,” Peter said. “All the lights are on command from this little switch.”
Shuri smiled devilishly as she held up two candle sticks. Peter eyes her questionably. “Oh these? These aren’t any old candles. When Steve lights them for the esteemed White Wolf, they’ll blow out immediately. All you must do, dear Spider-friend, is get all the other candles in his house.”
Peter nodded in confirmation. As soon as Steve left the room, Peter climbed in. He quickly opened up all the drawers with his quick-dissolving webs and took all the candles. He places two extras that Shuri made in case they want to switch them out, and then leaves again.
“What’s next?” Shuri asks.
“The other night Bucy apparently dented his arm against the bedpost, so I was thinking,” Peter couldn’t help reciprocate Shuri’s satanic smile from before, “while they’re having dinner, just put bedposts in their room, with a little note-”
“Careful with the bedposts this time?” Shuri guesses.
“Careful with the bedposts this time,” Peter confirms.
“I was also thinking just now about that chicken steve made,” Shuri says, pointing to the kitchenette inside the private apartment.
“What about?”
“Steve’s an amazing cook, we all know that. You’ve tried his trifle.” Peter licks his lips. “Well, what if we switch out the food for something a little more fun?”
“Like what?”
“Chicken, also, but really gross chicken. Steve always has someone else take food first when he serves- politeness and all- and when Bucky tries it, he’ll say it’s good to spare Steve’s feelings.”
“That’s kinda lame,” Peter says, feeling a bit bad at putting Shuri down.
“You have a better idea?”
Peter thinks for a moment. “Nope; bad chicken is good enough for me.”
“Good,” Shuri nods, and they head to the grocery store to find the grossest chicken they can possibly make.
An hour later, Bucky walks in. “Babe, I’m home!”
Steve comes out from the bedroom and puts on a sexy smile. He’s wearing a tight grey shirt with easy access jeans. Bucky smiles at the outfit. “What’s all this,” he asks.
“I thought we may have a nice dinner. And then-”
“Some fun?” Bucky supplies. Steve nods.
Steve, being a gentleman, pulls out a chair for Bucky, who gratefully sits down. Before going to his own seat, Steve rubs Bucky’s shoulders for a bit.
“You’re the best, you know?” Bucky says, leaning his face up to kiss Steve. Steve kisses back and goes to the counter to get a lighter.
Shuri: This is so uncomfortable😖
Peter feels the buzz in his pocket.
Peter: Shut up. You’re gonna get us caught!
While Steve is busy trying to light the candles that refuse to, Peter crawls over to where the chicken is. Shuri opens a cabinet and crawls out, handing the bad chicken to Peter to switch.
Peter stifles a chuckle. Ever so carefully, he switches the chicken.
“I don’t understand why these aren’t lighting,” Steve says, frustration coating his tone. He walks over to the counter. Peter freezes in his tracks; if he moved, Steve may notice. “Aha! Here are two more.” Steve takes the other trick candles and puts them into the small glass cases. Peter crawls away before they could notice. “They’re still not lighting,” Steve exclaims, bewildered.
“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky said. “It was a nice gesture, but who can really eat under candle light? Electricity was made for a reason.”
Steve smiled at the understanding and walked over to the light switch. He flicked it on. He was just about to sit down when the lights went off.
“Power outage?” Bucky suggested.
“I don’t think so.” Steve walked back over and clicked the light switch. When he was about to sit down again, Peter had turned them off with his rigged remote.
Steve, confused, looked around. Then, he went to try the lights again. He turned them on, lingering for a few moments. When he was satisfied, he walked back over to his chair. Peter turned the lights back off and tried not to laugh. Steve let out a groan of frustration.
“Hey, it’s fine. Don’t get so worked up about it.” Bucky said, though he was trying not to laugh as well.
“You try it!” Steve threw his hands up.
Bucky stood up and kissed Steve on the forehead. He walked over to the light switch and turned it on. When he sat back down, nothing happened. “You see? Faulty.” Until Peter turned them off again a minute later.
“Let’s just eat?” Bucky rubbed the side of his face.
“Okay,” Steve said, giving up and noticing how apparent Bucky’s tiredness was. He got up from his chair, and Peter turned the lights on. Steve raised his eyebrow of confusion. He slowly sat down, and Peter turned them off. Steve got up again, and Peter turned them on. This occurred twice more. Steve groaned loudly and marched over to the oven.
“Babe, calm down. It’s probably some sensor. Let’s just switch seats, okay?”
Steve sighed, exasperated, and took the chicken out of the oven.
“Smells delicious,” Bucky confirmed.
While this was happening, Shuri found a chance to sneak into the bedroom. She opened up a window and carried in the bedposts Peter had left earlier.
Steve set the chicken down on the table and, just before he was about to sit where Bucky sat, the lights turned off.
“What the-!”
“So we eat in the dark tonight,” Bucky said before Steve could say anything Captain America wouldn’t.
Steve sighed and cut into the chicken. After placing a piece on Bucky’s plate, he went back into the kitchen to get the rice.
Bucky bit into the food and almost spit it out.
“How is it?” Steve asked, returning to the table.
Bucky swallowed. “Mmm, so good.” Peter put a flashing spotlight on Bucky.
“Buck?” Steve asked.
“Is it a new recipe?”
“No. Why, is it not good?”
“It just… it tastes a little, uh, different.”
Peter now turned the spotlight onto Steve, who was really getting annoyed at this point. “What is wrong with these lights?!” And so, Peter turned them on. Steve angrily cut a piece of chicken and bit into it. “This is disgusting!” He coughed. “Buck, why would you say this way good?”
Spotlight on Bucky. “I said it was, uh, interesting.”
“No you didn’t. You said it was delicious.”
“I said it smelled delicious.”
Peter was having fun with the lights and decided to see what else he could do with them. Pressing a button, he was able to turn the spotlight red.
“Who is doing that?” Bucky yelled now.
“So if my food tasted disgusting- like it does- you wouldn’t tell me?”
“Steve, I think we should figure out who’s messing with the fucking lights!”
“Language!”
“Shut up with the language! There’s probably someone watching us right now!”
“That doesn’t give you an excuse! You also haven’t given me an excuse as to why lied about my food!”
“You know your food is good; this was a one time thing! It’s probably,” Bucky paused for dramatic effect, “whoever is watching us!”
“Who would be stupid enough to mess with us?”
Peter stopped the red light and flicked the regular ones for a few beats. Then, he left them on.
Steve and Bucky looked at each other. “Well?” Steve said, laughing a bit at what had just happened.
“Skip dinner?”
Bucky led Steve into their bedroom, where they bumped into several bedposts. “What the-?”
“There’s a note: careful with the bedposts this time.” Both their faces turned a shade of red. “How did someone even-?” Both men were speechless.
Bucky looked up at the bedposts and saw spiderwebs. He nudged Steve. “What were you telling me about Peter and Shuri before?”