Steve felt better after his run, a little less worried about what was barreling down the road towards him and Bucky. It would be unpleasant - no, it was going to get damned ugly, but they'd handle it, together.
After a shower, he wandered around, finally finding Bucky standing over the kitchen stove, stirring an enormous pot. Pepper and Nat were at the table busily smearing multiple pans with butter, Ali napping on top of the refrigerator.
Bucky glanced over his shoulder. "About time. It's your turn to stir."
Steve took a sniff. "Fudge?"
"My mom's recipe," Bucky said smugly.