Author's Note: Okay guys, I'm just warning you now: this is not going to be regularly updated. It's sort of more a "when inspiration strikes" kind of thing. I mean, I thought this would be a oneshot, ending last chapter, but apparently not… so, yeah, it'll sort of be more of a collection of oneshots-like a scrap book. So keep me on your story alerts, be pleasantly surprised when you get an email, and above all, enjoy!

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Breakfadinner in the Tower

Yes, it was nearly ten thirty on that Wednesday night, and yes, he was standing in the kitchen flipping pancakes over a skillet. The man likes his breakfast for dinner, and there's nothing wrong with that.

The pancakes were getting to be that perfect golden brown colour, where just by looking at them, your stomach would grumble. Bruce sighed as he plated the first of four cakes. None of his team mates had been around the tower that day, and he didn't mind admitting that he was getting a little bit lonely. He had had quite enough alone time before he met these guys, thank you very much. He finished plating up his pancakes, and dropped them off in front of his seat at the kitchen island before going to get the maple syrup from the refrigerator. Bruce slid onto the barstool, and poured syrup over the stack of pancakes.

Just as he was about to take a bite, Tony ambled into the kitchen, with that look about him that screamed "I haven't seen sunlight in hours, and I don't know what time it is or how much coffee I've had".

"Hey man," Bruce lifted his hand in greeting. "Where you been all day?"

"Lab." came the distant reply. "I think I almos- are those pancakes?"

"Yeah. Hungry?" Bruce slid the fork and plate in Tony's direction.

After one bite, the billionaire's face lit up. After two, a little colour returned to his cheeks. He tried to speak around his third mouthful, but after no success, gulped it down and tried again.

"These are," Tony said, in an amazed voice. "Literally the best pancakes I've ever eaten in my entire life." He ate another forkful before addressing JARVIS. "Put me on the PA system, please."

"Yes, sir." replied the disembodied voice.

Tony spoke into the empty air. "I don't care where all of you are, or what you're doing, but forget whatever it is and come to the kitchen right now. You have got to taste this flavourgasm."

Bruce didn't bother trying to hide his grin, and instead of speaking, began to pull out the ingredients for pancakes. A few minutes later, the elevator opened with a ding, and four pairs of feet clomped down the hall. It looked like it wasn't going to be an early night.

His team members attacked what was left of the first stack of pancakes with a ferocity equal to that with which they attacked their enemies.

"Oh my fucking god, that's amazing." was Natasha's response.

"This rivals the food on Asgard, Bannerson. You have my greatest thanks." Thor said, eyeing the pancake that Bruce was currently flipping.

"I can't remember anything ever tasting this good." Steve mumbled around a mouthful.

Clint added his "MMMMMMMGRAAAFFFFFFRRRRGGG" to the list of praise.

On that Wednesday night, Bruce was deemed the Official God of Pancakes.

Over the course of the next hour, pancakes were made and served. And made, and served, and made and served. Tony took his second helping with blueberries in them, and Clint asked for chocolate chips in his. Natasha added a bit of cinnamon to her batch of pancake batter, while Steve sliced a banana into his. Thor managed to sneak a thunder god-sized handful of crushed up poptarts into his pancake batter. After everyone tasted it, a larger batch of poptart pancakes went into the works.

Finally, while everyone was finishing up their last round of the light-as-air deliciousness, Bruce dropped four gobs of plain batter into the sizzling pan. There was a few minutes to wait before he could flip them, so he turned to watch his team members-no,his friends, laughing and eating together. Simple things like that made him smile. Bruce turned back to the pan, and flipped his pancakes over. When they were ready, he slid them onto a plate, and let the golden syrup ooze over the stack. He stood still, closed his tired eyes for a minute, breathed deeply in the pancake-scented air, let the sound of happy laughter block out anything else.

And he felt peace.

"Hey guys," he said, sliding into the chair that Tony had offered. "Tomorrow I'll make spaghetti."

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Bruce Banner: genius scientist, enormous green rage monster, world-saving hero, mind-bogglingly good cook.

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Author's Note: And that's all for now! It was short and sweet :)