Alex liked to cook.
That had been a revelation to Eagle, he'd wandered out into the kitchen one morning, two weeks into Cub's residency at Wolf's flat, and found a rather bruised and battered Cub hobbling around the kitchen, making omlettes.
Now it was a common occurrence for Cub to be cooking on Saturday. He'd make pancakes, or bake. On one notable occasion he'd tried to make crepes.
Wolf had been rather calm about that, Eagle reflected, as he'd scraped batter off his ceiling.
Today he wandered in to a Cub who was watching something boil intently on the stove. He paused at the doorway and knocked twice, their way of alerting Cub since he had one of his headphones on. It spoke volumes that he felt safe enough to even do that.
Cub told him, "Come in." and he walked in, taking stock of the boy in front of him. Cub was bent over the stove with a candy thermometer, stirring intently. He was only wearing a t-shirt and the scars on his arms were visible, they had a gray sort of look to them, they'd long since healed over, and Cub hardly seemed to even notice them.
He came to stand next to the boy, asking him, "What are you making?"
"Fudge."
"What?"
"Sugar, chocolate, marshmallow fluff, butter."
"Huh."
Cub smiled at him, then nodded at the bag of chocolate chips on the counter. "Dump those in for me, will you?"
Eagle obliged, then asked, "Where's Wolf?"
"Asleep still. He had a bad night."
Cub was as used to Wolf's nightmares as Wolf was to Cub's and more often then not, if he spent a lot of time waking the older man he'd just turn of the alarm on his way out. Wolf didn't like it, but Cub didn't seem to care.
Cub started stirring more frantically, then told him, "Butter those pans over there, huh?"
He obliged, then how asked, "How's school?"
"Long and boring. How's work?"
"The same." He finished both pans and then put them on the counter while Cub dumped the mix in. It didn't look that appetizing, but he decided he'd wait and see. The tamales Cub had made last week hadn't looked that good either, and he and Snake had ended up fighting over the last one.
"What are you making for dinner?"
"Why do you assume I'm cooking for you?"
Eagle laughed. Cub was just teasing him he knew, and he played along, "Says the rest of the lads. They're coming up now."
"I know. That's why I made the extra fudge."
AN – Know this is short, but that's all I can do for right now. No update tomorrow, sorry. L However, I'm planning something with firearms for Monday. As usual, review, requests. Thanks for reading.
P.S - Got the idea of Alex liking to cook (or at least cooking) from another FanFic, though I can't think of it right now. Just wanted to make sure that I gave credit where it was due.
