A/N: Ok, I apologize in advance for this being so cliché lol! I just really wanted to write a chapter like this, it feels like a rite of passage for a new fanfiction writer like me in a way, haha! But oh well! It was a very fun chapter to write! Hope you enjoy and don't hesitate to leave a comment if you'd like to see anything specific from our family in the future!

When Wanda and Steve came into the kitchen one day for breakfast after an early morning training session, one thing they weren't expecting was to find Nat, along with Yelena, in the kitchen cooking.

A plethora of cookbooks, mixing bowls, and utensils scattered the kitchen. Nat stood over a concoction in a particular bowl, mixing with a whisk. Her hair was falling out of her braid, and she stood in one of Steve's oversized sweatshirts.

Yelena was wearing a similar get-up, except she was leaned over a cookbook, calling out ingredients to Nat as she added them to the bowls.

Steve cringed.

"Oh no. What are you guys doing?" He leaned over to kiss the corner of Nat's mouth, dipping a finger in the bowl and tasting it. His face turned sour.

"Ugh. What is that supposed to be?"

She swatted his hand away.

"We're making cookies."

He raised his eyebrows, and Wanda came over to inspect. Her expression matched Steve's.

"It looks more like pancake batter, Mama. Not like the cooking shows on TV."

She lifted the whisk out of the bowl. The concoction ran right off it. Not like cookie dough at all.

Steve sat down, placing his head in his hands.

"Okay, first of all, I don't want to be the one to try these 'cookies' after you bake them. Second, since when do you even bake? You hate cooking."

Nat shrugged.

"I don't know, I thought I'd give it a try. I've got nothing better to do."

She said, internally cringing. She didn't mean for it to come off like that, but there was only so much she could do while being benched. Debriefing and researching case files kept her busy, but she had to admit, it was getting boring and tedious. Steve couldn't help but agree.

"Okay, well maybe we could help you? You kind of need it." Wanda said, her face straight.

Yelena laughed, and Nat slapped her shoulder.

"Malyshka, do you have that little hope in us?"

Wanda blinked, pointing to the bowl.

"You're the one that said that is supposed to be cookie dough."

Nat jokingly narrowed her eyes at Yelena.

"This is your fault. You're rubbing off on her and now my perfect, sweet daughter is turning against me."

Yelena merely shrugged.

Nat turned to her and Steve.

"Alright, if you two think you can do so much better, I declare a bake-off."

Steve sighed. Nat was a naturally competitive person. This could only end up one way. Bad.

"Nat, I don't really-

"No, it's okay," She interrupted. "Really, if you think you can top this, I say we both follow the same recipe and see who's turns out better. Me and Lena versus you and Wanda."

Steve nodded, pulling the ingredients off of the counter and moving them to the dining room table.

"You sure are insecure about your baking skills, aren't you? So much so that you're covering it up with competition," He rolled his eyes. "Typical Nat."

Steve grabbed a bowl, setting it on the dining room table.

"Wow. You're incorrigible."

"Well, it's what I get from spending so much time with you."

She scoffed, shoving a bag of flour into his hands. Wand grabbed the rest of the ingredients, bringing them over to the table.

"Do we really have to do this? I was supposed to play Mario-Kart with Peter." She said, popping a handful of chocolate chips in her mouth.

"Sorry, kiddo. Mama's orders. We both know not to mess with her when she gets this competitive. Plus, we're going to win, anyway."

Steve was positive about this. Wanda was a much better teammate than Nat or Yelena ever would be. Not only did the latter two lack skills in anything to do with cooking, but Wanda had recently begun watching cooking shows on the TV in her free time. The team thought it was cute, as usually she had no interest in anything to do with baking] and preferred to watch sitcoms and cartoons, but now Steve was thankful. She could actually be good help.

Wanda grabbed the cookbook, skimming through the chocolate chip cookie recipe.

"Okay, first is three cups of flour."

She plopped three cups into the mixing bowl, making sure each cup was perfectly level and not packed, just like they do on the cooking shows.

She could hear Nat and Yelena quietly arguing together. Steve could, too.

"Is there something wrong over there?" He said, pouring a cup of milk into the mixture.

Nat's head shot up from over the bowl, and she gave him a smirk.

"Nope, nothing wrong over here."

"Why don't you just worry about your own cookies, Rogers?" Yelena shot back jokingly.

Steve shrugged.

"If you say so. Just ask if you need help though. Me and Wanda are on a roll, right kiddo?"

Wanda nodded.

"We don't need help!" Nat and Yelena shot back simultaneously.

Wanda giggled. It was funny seeing them so competitive.

"I think they're finally starting to realize that their cookies are not what they're supposed to look like," Steve whispered to Wanda, who just laughed.

"Okay mama, Auntie Lena. We are done, are you?" Wanda asked them across the kitchen, after she had just finished placing the last dollop of cookie dough onto the sheet of parchment.

Nat peered her head over the counter to look at Steve and Wanda's cookies below, before giving a discouraged frown.

"Ours don't look like that at all."

Steve snorted, and she glared at him.

Yelena placed their tray of cookies beside Wanda and Steve's, and all their eyes darted back and forth between the two of them.

Steve kept his jaw locked to force himself not to laugh. The results were like night and day.

Steve and Wanda's cookies looked almost perfect; right outside of a cooking show, thanks to Wanda's obsession with The Great British Bake-off. They sat spaced apart, and they were pretty much all the same size.

Natasha and Yelena's tray was the complete opposite. Their 'dough,' which was still more like a batter, was so watery it resulted in all the cookies forming one, huge, tray-shaped mess.

Nat sighed, biting her bottom lip.

"Why are they so watery? We followed the same instructions you did."

Yelena grabbed the cookbook, making sure she read the instructions right.

Her eyes scanned the page for a few moments, before going wide.

"Oops, it said three cups of flour and one egg, not three eggs and one cup of flour."

"Yelena!" Nat facepalmed, groaning.

"Sorry! I don't read English very well. We should've switched roles!"

"That is not an excuse! The numbers are the same in Russian as they are in English," She sighed. "Well, it's too late now. Just put them in the oven, I guess."

Five or so minutes later, Nat peeked into the oven to check on the cookies. Their thin, watery, cookie sheet was almost too cooked, and it hadn't even crossed the halfway mark from what the recipe said.

"Okay, our cookies need to come out now, or they're gonna burn." She reached her hand on the oven handle, but Steve grabbed her wrist.

"Correction, Nat. Cookie. And no, you don't get to make modifications only when they benefit you, sweetheart," He smirked. "The recipe still says seven more minutes, so you have to leave yours in for seven minutes, too."

"Okay, but clearly, we didn't follow the recipe right, so-

"I'm sorry?" His hand shot up to his ear, "Did I just hear you admit you followed the recipe wrong?"

Nat groaned.

"Shut up, Rogers. You know what I meant."

"Really? Because no I-

"Guys!" Yelena interrupted, pulling their pan of cookies out of the oven. "You are basically married, there's no reason to flirt anymore, Боже мой!"

Wanda laughed, peering over the counter. Nat and Yelena's 'cookie' had turned into a layer of brick.

She scrunched her nose, not at all looking forward to when the sheet cooled. Nat would probably make her try to eat it.

When the cookies cooled, Yelena took a knife to their sheet, attempting to cut it into pieces, but it was so overcooked the knife didn't even make a dent.

"I could run down to Tony's workshop and grab a hammer if you want, Yelena," Steve offered, mocking her. Yelena ignored him as he continued to joke. "I think that would work better than a knife."

She rolled her eyes, breaking off a corner and handing it to Nat.

"This was your idea, so you get to try it."

She attempted to bite the piece of cookie, but it was harder than a rock. Like chewing tar.

Nat spat it out, abandoning the piece into the garbage.

"Okay, I give up. This is absolutely disgusting." She sighed in defeat.

Wanda jumped up and down, cheering.

"Yay! We won, daddy!"

Steve high-fived her.

Wanda grabbed two of her cookies.

She gave one to, Nat, who took it gratefully.

"Thank you, malyshka," She said, taking a bite. "I'm glad they turned out better than ours."

Wanda smiled, handing the other cookie to Yelena, who also bit into it gratefully.

"I have a prize for you," Wanda said, taking her place beside her dad again.

"You already gave us one of your cookies, детка."

Yelena said.

"No, a different prize. They do it all the time on the baking shows."

"Oh?" Nat asked, raising her eyebrows.

She sunk her hands into the bag of flour, and before Nat and Yelena had the chance to disperse, they were met with two fistfuls of flour to the top of their heads.

Nat's hands shot up to her head.

"Wanda!" She laughed, playfully scolding the girl, "That's more of a punishment than a prize."

Wanda's laugh at her proud accomplishment washed away any anger Nat was feeling. It was so hard to be upset around Wanda; the kid radiated happiness whenever she herself was feeling happy too. It was contagious.

Steve chuckled, giving Wanda another well-deserved high-five.

"Serves you two right. Maybe next time don't be so sure of yourselves that you can win. You can't be good at everything."

Nat huffed, causing a cloud of flour to disperse into the air.

"How long were you two planning that?"

Steve shrugged.

"We didn't. You know as much as me that good ideas are usually a spur-of-the-moment decision."

Yelena laughed. She opened her mouth to say something, but F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice rang through the air.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Stark is requesting Miss Belova to head down to the training room right now."

Yelena's face fell.

"Ah, I forgot Tony wanted my help with something. I have to go," She said, brushing the flour off her clothes and shaking it out of her hair. "Sorry I couldn't stay to help clean up, but have fun." She gave them a wink, before heading out.

"Alright," Nat sighed. "Fun's over, we should probably clean this mess up before Clint or Bruce walk in and have a brain aneurysm."

But not a moment later, Peter came barging in the kitchen door.

"Ok, Wanda! I'm here, we can play Mario-Kart now-

He noticed the mess, his eyes widening.

"Woah, what the hell happened? Looks like a flour bomb went off or something."

Steve laughed.

"You're not wrong. This is what the kitchen looks like if you let Nat and Lena cook."

Wanda hopped off the counter, sending clouds of flour into the air.

"Sorry Peter, I can't play right now. I have to help clean up." She said, giving him a sour expression.

"That's okay, we can play later." He nodded, about to exit, but Nat stopped him.

"Just wait a minute," She reached over to Wanda, brushing off all the access flour on her. "Go play, milaya. We can handle this."

Her eyes lit up, and she kissed her mum on the cheek.

"Thanks, Mama!"

Steve laughed as soon as the two kids retreated to the elevator.

"You're such a pushover, Nat." He said, joking.

"I am not! I just…like to see her happy. She deserves it." Her eyes lingered on the elevator doors, now shut, and her lips turned upward into a slight smile. She was so proud of Wanda. Even after everything she had been through, she was still learning to be a happy, bubbly kid again.

She turned her head back to Steve and reached over to shove a broom into his hands.

"Okay, I guess it's just you and me, Rogers."

He took the broom, rolling his eyes.

"Really, it should just be you since you started it, but I'll take it. This is our first time we've had to ourselves in a long time."

She smirked, grabbing a cloth from the sink.

"Cleaning up flour that our eight-year-old decided to throw everywhere. How romantic." She joked, reaching up to kiss him. "Now come on, this kitchen isn't gonna clean itself."

They spent the next few minutes cleaning silently, other than the soft music playing on the stereo in the background.

Steve realized this was going to take a while, though. Not that he minded, he was glad to spend some time with his fiancée and her only, but it had definitely been at least fifteen minutes, and it still hadn't looked like they even made a dent, despite the piles of flour now visible in the garbage can.

He took a moment to pause from sweeping, staring at Nat across the kitchen. She worked away with a permanent smile on her face, her eyes lighting up so naturally. He couldn't even put his happiness into words. A year ago today, he never would've guessed this side of her would have come out. She was always a cold, serious person. Always did whatever she could to protect others, leaving very little joy left for herself. Now that Wanda had entered their lives, she was so different, and he wouldn't change it for the world. Sure, she could still be serious and way too selfless; she would always be the same Nat. But more and more, she let herself be happy.

More and more, Nat realized she deserved the things she had always longed for; to find love and be a mother. To have a family. Steve couldn't be prouder.

"You're staring, Captain." She raised her head to smile at him, snapping him out of his thoughts, and Steve couldn't help but widen his own grin.

"I'm just getting a glimpse into the future of what you're gonna look like as an old person."

She chuckled.

"What are you talking about, Rogers?"

He reached over to brush some of the flour out of her hair.

"You know, the flour is a great substitute for grey hair."

She rolled her eyes and shook her braid, and clouds of flour dust floated out of her red locks.

"And? What conclusion did you come to?"

He reached over to tilt her chin up to his.

"That you'll always be beautiful to me, even when you're old."

She rolled her eyes, smiling as she gave him a quick kiss.

"You're such a suck-up, Steve," she said grabbing a hand full of flour. "Maybe I deserve to see what you'd look like as an old person too," She paused, throwing the handful into the garbage instead of on top of his head.

"Oh wait, you're already old." She said, smirking.

Steve frowned.

"Low-blow, Natasha. And me? A suck-up? Sweetheart, you should be the one sucking up after you lost so damn hard today."

Nat raised her eyebrows, mocking surprise.

"Language, Steve."

He stood there, confused for a moment.

"Wait, what? I didn't say a bad word."

She laughed.

"You said damn."

"You little-

He picked her up, spinning her around, and she let out a high-pitched shriek, laughing.

Steve ended up stepping in a pile of flour, causing him to slip and bring them both tumbling to the ground.

They lay there for a moment, too out of breath from laughter to actually move.

Nat smiled, cupping his cheek, and placed a kiss on his lips.

"And for the record," She said, patting his chest, "I'll always want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't wait to get married."

Steve stood up, pulling her off the ground, too. Now not only was the kitchen covered in flour but so were they. And the neatly swept pile on the floor was now spread out evenly across the kitchen all over again.

He wrapped her up in a hug, placing his chin on her head as the aroma of their previous baking wafted through the kitchen. He could stay here forever if she let him.

"I can't wait either, Nat," He said, placing a kiss on her flour-coated hair.

"I can't wait, either."

A/N: Haha hopefully that wasn't too cliché but I've been wanting to add a Steve/Nat scene for a while, and I plan to add more because I love them so much! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!