Title : Gadgets For Everything
Author : peaceful_sands
Fandom : Avengers/Captain America/Iron Man
Characters : Steve Rogers and Tony Starke
Prompt : Avengers, Captain America and Iron Man, I don't need a gadget to help me do that!
Rating : PG-13
Word Count : 400 words approx.
Disclaimer : All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Gadgets for Everything
Steve walked quietly into the kitchen, opened the fridge door and surveyed the contents. He wanted some peace. This world was so overwhelming at times. It was hard to see how they'd got from where they were to here, so many changes in the time he'd been gone.
He picked a few items from the shelf within, ones he recognized and crossed to the worktop. Reaching for the loaf of bread and a knife he began to cut a slice. He paused as he heard a throat clear behind him. He glanced back, "Tony . . ."
The man in question grinned, all loose-limbed confidence as he walked up alongside and peered round Steve's side to see what he was doing. "You know there's a knife over there that will do that for you. . ."
"This one is doing it for me," Steve said.
Tony grinned mischievously. "No, look," he said, reaching for knife in question and flicking a switch so it flared to life in a buzz of blade moving back and forth. As Steve set the loaf down having finished cutting off the slices he needed, Tony picked it up and flamboyantly drove the knife in his hand through the bread.
"You beat it into submission," Steve said drily, "then again I don't think it was going to escape."
Tony laughed, "It's a time-saver."
"I'm quite capable of cutting a slice of bread. I don't need a gadget for that!"
He reached for the tin of tuna in front of him, searching the drawers nearby for a can opener, only to have it snatched from his hand by Tony, who slotted it under yet another counter top gadget, which with a quick buzz, turned the tin round and sliced the top off. Tony winked as he handed it back and then leaned back against the counter to let Steve continue making his sandwich.
Steve reached for the jar of pickles and Tony cleared his throat again. Steve frowned, "Don't tell me, there's a gadget for that!"
Tony laughed, pushed himself away from the counter and began to walk away, slapping Steve on the ass as he passed, "Nah, I was going to say I don't want pickle on mine, thanks."