This is stupid. No! This is beyond stupid! This is fucking ridiculous, is this a bloody joke?! I followed every single instruction, I'm sure of that! For the love of Jesus I can keep a damn city safe all by myself but I can't freaking bake a couple of chocolate chips cookies? What is wrong with this?!

Oh shit, they're burning!

Those were just a couple of the troubled yet comic thoughts running circles around the head of the poor superhero as she paced back and fort in her house's kitchen trying to keep her calm, she wasn't a big fan of swearing at all but when the teen was under this big amount of pressure she would use for sure all of what she unintentionally learnt from her "dear" brother and the times she joined his nights watching horror movies with his band mates, which was a lot of yelling, throwing popcorn and mostly, cursing. In both her face and body language desperation was clearly noticeable as much as the burnt dough smell invading the kitchen was. She grabbed her phone and checked the online recipe once again.

Damn you Pinterest

Guess you could say the moral of this story is to never trust the Internet tutorials that make an obviously complicated thing look easy, wether it's a craft, cooking, or basically any sort of DIY. She looked down, took both hands to her upper forehead and ran them over her head, pushing her loose hairs out of her face and wiping away her nervous sweat. She was really frustrated, she loathed not being good at something, that wasn't her, she was Phoebe Thunderman! And that means she is good at everything she does... Everything but art and now it looks like baking isn't her fort either. She looked down at the Christmas apron she had bought the day before at the mall with her best friend Cherry, at that moment she had fallen in love with the cute red nosed reindeers and the green cursives spelling 'Cookies Time!'

I don't deserve this... She thought

Back then all of this sounded like a good idea. Not only did it smell like the hell for naughty cookie dough but the kitchen was a mess too, both tables were covered in flour, eggs, bowls full of chocolate chips and some other ingredients she didn't even use. It would take Phoebe the whole day to clean it all. She was so consumed in tormenting herself thinking of all the stuff she could do that afternoon if she wouldn't have had the silly idea of preparing some cookies to get in the Christmas spirit. So consumed she didn't hear the front door being opened and followed by confident steps.

"Whoa! Did a bakery tornado attacked our kitchen or are you just that bad of a chef?"

She let out a heavy sight, with all this mess to be cleaned and how exasperated she was the last thing she needed right now was an annoying brother distracting her while she tried to clean.

"I was just trying to make some cookies okay?!" She snapped as she placed a big pile of dirty bowls in the sink

If Phoebe could trade any of her superpowers for the ability of wiping that infamous smirk off his face she would do it without hesitation. She hated how beaten she felt when he smirked like that, how impotent and defeated she was. That goddamn smirk gave her all these uneasy tickles running all over her stomach, pretty much because of the previously mentioned reasons but there was something else about the way he looked at her that she just couldn't put her finger on it...

"Were you? Or were you trying to turn our house into a real life sized gingerbread house? Oh oh! Maybe then you could cover me up in dough and turn me into a real life sized ginger bread man!" In these type of situations she found his sarcasm everything but funny

Lots of stuff she wanted to say shoot blades through her eyes but only a few were mildly appropriated "Fuck off okay? I already dealt with enough shit for today" she said aggressively

After all, she did have the ability to make Max's teasing grin go away, because he was truly taken back not only by the violent way she spoke but by her chosen vocabulary. It was so unlike her to swear and just listening to her voice pronouncing curse words felt unrealistic and uncomfortable. That wasn't the Phoebe he knew. And he hated not being around his Phoebe.

He sighted as he started moving all of the dirty plates and cooking tools to the sink with his telekinesis, only leaving the ones with ingredients and the cooking tools that were clean on the table. Once he was done he made his way there and started adding some flour to a bowl in silence, cracked open two eggs with one hand and added a little sugar. His sister had just came back from her furious thoughts and noticed him mixing the things together, all the anger in her face was drained as she furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly to the left.

"What are you doing?" She asked

"Well I'm not getting any cookies from you am I?" Was all he said as he added two table spoons of butter

For maybe a minute or two the teen girl just stayed there staring at Max looking dazzled, paying attention to his every move. It was little to say that she was shocked.

He was in the middle of adding little of vanilla extract to the mix when she finally brought herself back to reality, shook her head while blinking to stop staring and walked up to the opposite side of him at the table to try help him somehow, anything to be there doing more than just wasting space. The girl stood awkwardly not knowing what to do until her brother caught the message and handed her a bowl.

"I'm not doing enough dough... You think you can repeat what I just did?" He asked monotonously

She nodded. The young hero knew exactly what to do, she had been staring at him for the past fifteen minutes after all.

As Phoebe poured the same flour he had used a while ago into the plate she broke the silence.

"You cook..." Was all she stated

"Really?" Max asked adding a little chuckle at the end

"Since when?" She looked up at him, she was truly intrigued

"Remember that time I pretended to be Oyster and spent the whole weekend with his blind grandma so he could go to an All time low concert?"

Memories of that time played in the girls head and she let out a full laugh by the thought of it.

"Yeah..." She kept laughing "Oh my baby boy come give your granny a kiss!" The hero faked an old woman voice

"Hey don't make fun of it! It was awful!" He tried to sound mad but couldn't help but join her laughter

"Not really, it was hilarious!" She said

"You know what's hilarious? This!" And before she could do anything Max threw a pinch of flour at her face

"Hey!" She frowned wiping it off her eyes

"A little to much powder Phoebe?"

Now it was her turn to smirk "oh? So now you're also a beauty guru?"

"What I can say? Is there anything I can't do?" He winked playfully

"You know? I think you would rock the Jack Frost look" The boy saw the mischievous glow in his sister's eyes as she raised both her index and middle finger together and poured flour all over his hair

"Pheebs!" He complained

"You had it coming" she raised her shoulders and giggled feeling satisfied as she mixed her dough

"Don't start a fight you can't finish Thundergirl..." He threatened teasingly leaning closer and resting both hands on the table

But next thing he knew... A chocolate chip landed on his nose.

"Bring it... Thunderboy" She mimicked his actions leaving only a couple inches between their faces, she had definitely learnt a thing or two about provoking

"Okay... Don't say I didn't warn you" a huge evil grin spread on his lips as he raised two fingers and held a big bowl of chocolate syrup over his twin's head, her eyes were wide open

"Don't... You dar-"

Plonk!

The bowl was turned upside down and it was now laying over her head like a helmet as chocolate was dripping from her shirt

"Oh yeah? Oh yeah?!" She laughed after she had put the bowl down "how about this" the teen grabbed five eggs in her arms and started throwing them at him

"Phoebe! For fucks sake they stink!" Max yelled as he ran away trying to avoid them, his sister let out a joking evil laugh and chased him around the kitchen.

He grabbed the lid of a pan and used it as a shield, found meatballs inside of said pan and used them to counterattack.

Soon the kitchen turned into the arena of their food fight, which ended up in both twins laying on the floor covered in flour, eggs, butter, chocolate and god knows what else. The two were laughing like phsycos that belong to a mental institution, if the kitchen was a mess before Max even arrived, it was a thousand times worse by the end of their fight.

"It'll take me weeks to clean this place" Phoebe thought as she looked around

"It'll take us..." Said the supervillain

"Are you actually willing to help me?" She turned to him and frowned "what are you up to?"

But he simply shrugged "Nothing really... I mean we both did this mess and mom's gonna go crazy when she comes back and sees the kitchen like this" he explained

She grinned "yeah.."

After said words a killing silence took over the kitchen, neither of them found anything else to comment or to do, their heads went blank as they laid there looking into each other's eyes. It was even hard to keep track of time, they could've been there for two minutes or two hours and it would've felt exactly the same. In the end Phoebe was the first one to come back to earth and pulled herself to sit up. Max quickly realized what had happened and uncomfortably followed her. The two stood up in silence and started looking around the place trying to avoid the other's eyes.

"Uh... Maybe.. Maybe you could put the dough in the oven while I start cleaning the floor" the boy suggested

His sister nodded still not daring to look at him and walked back to the table.

It would take the cookies forty minutes to be ready, time they used to mop the floor, clean both tables, wash all of the dishes and wipe the food they threw off the furniture. Cleaning was surprisingly faster than they thought it would be, guess working is faster when you're trying your hardest to stay focused on what you're doing to ignore the person you're with. By the time the oven's alarm went off the only evidence of their previous fight were themselves, they were still covered in ingredients. As soon as the oven announced it's time all the uncomfortableness left was pushed aside as both twins looked at each other like exited children who are about to meet Santa Clause. They both rushed to open the oven and took a deep breath to enjoy the smell of fresh warm chocolate chips cookies. Phoebe hated to admit it but they were obviously so much better than her first try.

"Oh my goodness..." She said delighted

He brother elbowed her "Say it Pheebs"

The hero rolled her eyes and smiled "Okay fine! You did a better job than I did, this cookies look marvelous" She admitted "Now let's cool them down"

Together they used their ice breath just enough to chill them and not freeze them. Once they were done Max grabbed the baking dish and took them out. He placed them on the counter and rubbed his hands together.

"Ready to taste a little piece of heaven?" Said the confident boy

"Cocky much?"

"Hey! I used the secret family recipe of Oyster's Grandma after all" He laughed

"Fine, lets try them out..."

The two of them grabbed one in their hands and bit them, taking their time to enjoy all of the taste. They must have added a little too much chocolate chips cause Phoebe ended up having chocolate at the sides of her mouth, when their gazes met her brother noticed.

"Umm... Phoebe you..." Gesturing her mouth was strangely awkward for him

She looked at him puzzled not quite getting what he was trying to say, he sighted and reached for her face.

"You've got... Chocolate in your mouth" he finally managed to speak as he placed his hand on her cheek and wiped the chocolate with his thumb.

And in that moment, before they knew they were back on their speechless staring contest, suddenly studying every single of the other's features. Everything was like slow motion. Phoebe didn't mean to rest her face of his hand but she instinctively did it, Max pretended he didn't noticed but he did. He had always tried hard to ignore it every time he started noticing how beautiful she was, he would barely get to convince himself he's just having an hormones attack or something, but in such situation it was almost impossible to not see it. She was gorgeous inside and out and that was a matter of a fact to him. He couldn't help but staring at her mouth where his thumb had been only a second ago, she couldn't stop staring at the little crumbs of cookie on his lips. Was is them or was their distance getting shorter? They were definitely getting closer, neither of them had intentions of stopping this any time soon.

And just then...

"Cookies!"

An euphoric Chloe materialized in the kitchen, the smell of sweet treats practically summoned her. Her sudden showing up made the twins jump as far from each other as they could.

"Chloe? Weren't you with mom and dad at the super market?" Max asked, an unexplainable annoyance towards his younger sibling accompanied with disappointment invaded him

"We just came back, mommy and daddy are parking the car" She explained, failing at pronouncing the r's but that only added up to her natural cuteness "can I take a cookie?"

The teen girl did her best to hide her shock and upset by acting perfectly normal as she approached her baby sister

"Of course Chloe, let go" She picked her up from the floor and walked up to where the cookies were, mostly, to get away from the compromising situation she had just experienced and specifically... From the person she had it with.