Summary: The Brotherhood find out about Lance's past and heritage.
A/N: Okay, in the comics, Avalanche's name is Dominikos Ioannis Petrakis who originates from the Greek island Crete. Granted, Dominic was also a terrorist but I decided to incorporate Dominic and Lance together instead.
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Lance was happy.
It was a change, but not an entirely unpleasant one. Instead, the members of the Brotherhood watched as Lance busied himself round the kitchen, looking hesitantly at one another wondering if they were all thinking the same thing. Lance had a break down and was now going to poison them with food? Weirder things had happened, so they couldn't rule out the possibility.
"Lance?" Todd began cautiously. "You okay yo?"
Lance just hummed and continued his work in the kitchen. About half an hour later, dinner was served.
"Wow Lance," said Pietro. "You cook?" He kindly didn't add on the part about it being a thing that girl's do, but Wanda, being the amazingly perceptive person she is, knew that it was in his mind and kicked him under the table for it.
Lance smirked at him, "I got promoted at work, I now get a higher salary and I paid for a shower upgrade. No more green sludge coming out the shower."
They all pointedly tried not to look at Todd.
Then they all looked down at their plates.
"Er… Lance, not to be rude, but what is it?" Wanda asked, semi-politely.
Lance's smirk turn into a grin, something which surprised all members of the Brotherhood, "It's Boureki."
Blob pushed his empty plate away, letting out a loud burp.
As they were used to similar situations, the rest of the table ignored him.
"And… what it that, exactly?" Pietro asked, looking down at his plate, wrinkling his nose slightly.
Lance rolled his eyes, "It's a Greek recipe," – everyone raised an eyebrow – "and it tastes really nice. Hurry up before Blob eats it all."
Everyone seemed to take a bite at the same time…
Then all hell broke loose.
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Three hours later, the Brotherhood sat contently on the old dusty couch, the fullest they have felt for a very long time. The food was so delicious that the group wanted to know where Lance had learnt to cook like that.
He grinned proudly after they voiced the question, "it's an old recipe, and my uncle taught it to me."
Pietro snorted, wisely not saying anything.
"We should have it every night yo," Todd inputted.
Lance rolled his eyes, "it was a treat, and tomorrow we're getting pizza."
Wanda looked up, hiding her curiosity, she spoke disinteresting. "So, your uncle was Greek?"
Lance's lips twitched.
"My whole family's Greek."
His eyes glazed over as he seemed to stare at something they couldn't see. Then he got up and took their dishes into the kitchen.