@cpt-spangles
Amelia frowned, staring down at the bowl of golden batter. “I just...I don’t...”
She looked up, suddenly seeing the blond-haired, blue-eyed super soldier standing in the kitchen doorway, and her eyes lit up.
“Captain! Just the person I needed to see!” she exclaimed, rushing over to him, tucked under her arm, a clean spoon in hand. “Here, I need another opinion! Taste this!” the handler all but ordered him as she scooped up a spoonful of the batter and held it out to him.
She was smiling at him nervously, flour covering her blue apron, jeans, and shirt, her hair tied back into a messy bun.











