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Wildwing, captain and leader of the Mighty Ducks stared at what could only be his imagination running wild.

"You're… cooking?" He observed the strange creature that was supposed to be Nosedive Flashblade. The Nosedive Flashblade, a.k.a. his little brother, who never cooked. Mallory stood observing the young duck from behind the safety of her leader and boyfriend, her living shield.

"Yeah bro! I told you I want to show my support."

"How is this showing support?" Mallory was feeling brave enough to take a seat at the kitchen table while Wildwing remained standing.

"Because I'm making sure you both stay healthy and happy. You're both gonna need more nourishment from now on." He took the pan of two grilled cheese sandwiches off the stove and plated them.

"Why are we gonna need more nourishment?" She had to ask.

He looked at her like she had asked the dumbest question in the world.

"Well, you know, since your more… active now. You're gonna need more food." Mallory just stared waiting to see where his thought process was going. "I made you both a pre-coitus snack."

"Oh god gross!" Mallory visibly cringed at the term. "First, never call it that again! Any of that kind of talk from you just grosses me out!" The term made her never want to even think about doing it again. "Secondly, why would we want to eat before that! Then kissing is gonna taste like the meal you just had."

Hearing her say this Wildwing quickly hid the half-eaten grill cheese sandwich behind his back. She looked over at Wildwing to see if he agreed only to cringe again at the sight some crumbs stuck around his mouth and his cheeks full. One fell off the side of his beak and landed on the floor with a damning tap.

Seeing that he was caught Wildwing shrugged. "What? I'll brush my teeth."

"Ugh." She got up and left. Wildwing watched her walk out then turned to glare at his little brother.

"You know for being supportive, you sure are doing a good job of being a cock block."

"It's what I'm here for man." Nosedive raised his hand for a high five.

"What? No there is no high fives for that." Wildwing grabbed the other grill cheese sandwich and left the kitchen.

'You're welcome for the sandwich!" Dive called after his brother. "That went well I think." He smiled to himself, takin off his apron and hanging it back up next to the sink. "I wonder what else I can do to mess with them?"