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

[shieldborne]

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.

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[chatnerd]

Adrien tended to keep to himself. Usually came to the Nexus because there was less likelihood of distractions by fans, meaning he could just focus on getting homework done, or catching up on practice, or downtime-

As if he'd ever allow himself downtime, that was ridiculous.

The Clubhouse made a good place to go, especially when there was a light drizzle of rain, so Steve would soon enough have company, in the form of a blond teen with a backpack over one shoulder that looked like it weighed as much as he did, and a duffel bag in his opposite hand.