snacks and sympathy ((for chatnerd, backdated to pre-Endgame plot))

Steve does not consider himself a great cook, and if you asked most of his friends, they would agree, most with laughter and teasing included. All his go-to recipes are depression-era makeshift meals, or gelatin monstrosities, or both. He's capable of branching out a little, though, and today, after coming back from the grocery store and loading up the pantry and cabinets of the Clubhouse, he fills a skillet with bacon for starters. He's not sure yet what will go with it--which is a sure sign of a meal about to go out of control--but he's hungry and he's sure anything he can't eat will go over just fine with other visitors to the place.

So. Bacon. Pancakes and eggs? Or should he go a different route and make sandwiches? Or potato soup...

There's something meditative about throwing a meal together, even when you're bad at it.