21 days till X-MAS:
It was tradition in Avengers tower that everyone bake one type of cookie during the holiday celebration. Steve always made classic snowflake sugar cookies. Thor liked to make enormous monster mash ones with extra M&M's. The double chocolate chip cookies were made by Natasha. While the peanut butter blossoms were Pepper's. And Tony loved to bake the rum raisin cookies and the ginger snaps were made by Clint.
All of the cookies were always a big hit, except Bruce's. Bruce couldnt cook. He just couldnt cook. Every year he would give it his very best effort but every year something would go wrong. He swore that the kitchen gods had cursed him, every one believed him.
One time Bruce tried to make pancakes and somehow he ended up covered in flour, standing in a pile of half disintegrated blueberry pancakes. Another time he tried to make soup. He found himself in the medical wing with third degree burns on his arms and stomach although he suprisingly did not hulk out. Unfortunetly, when he tried to make pasta a few years ago he totally did. It was hilarious but the whole kitchen was destroyed.
One of Bruce's best and worst qualities was his determination. And he would just not give up on cooking. This Christmas season he planned on making cookies. Nothing difficult; just simple chocolate chip cookies. How hard could it be?
Bruce collected all of the ingredients and set them on the counter next to his recipe and his carefully drawn out plans and diagrams of how he was going to achieve his goal. He started mixing his ingredients and everything seemed to be going smoothly.
After a short while Bruce was surprised to find that he had actually made it to the step of putting the cookies in the oven. Over joyed, he strategically placed it in the oven so that all of the cookies would be exposed to the same amount of heat. Satisfied, he closed the oven door.
Bruce came back about an hour later when the fire alarm went off. "Aww come on!" Bruce growled out himself. He rushed to the kitchen to find it on fire. "Whoops," Bruce muttered angrily. He quickly extinguished the fire with a near by fire extinguisher and attempted not to turn green.
Steve and Natasha hurried into the room to see what was wrong and at the first sight of the charred kitchen and Bruce's greening face, they new that Bruce had tried to cook. "Bruce please don't Hulk out!" Natasha pleaded. "Eeerrrr!" Bruce growled as his muscles grew. "Oh come on Bruce!" Steve said. "We're gonna have to knock you out so you don't destroy the kitchen again." He added. "Uggghhhh" Bruce growled. And Natasha knocked him out with a well placed punch before the other guy took full control.
After a half an hour Bruce finally regained consciousness and found himself laying on the couch. He got up and saw Steve walk into the room. "Hey Steve," Bruce greeted him miserably. "That was a close one, huh?" Steve responded. "Yeah." Bruce said.
"How would you like it is me and Natasha tried to help you make the cookies," Asked Steve, "We wouldn't mind and maybe you could get better at cooking this way." "Umm, okay," Bruce replied, "I'd like that." He said as he stood up with Steve and headed to the kitchen to find Natasha and make some cookies. "Thanks." He added.
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Those chocolate chip cookies that the three of them whipped up together were the best cookies that anyone in the tower had ever tasted and Bruce never had another cooking accident (but still occasionally) ever again. "That goes to prove the power of friendship" Bruce thought to himself.