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[dashing-disaster]

I'm going to deny I ever said this later but I'd like to go back to the kissing firetrucks now, please. Those were easier times.

[therealultrabaguette]

some engie on engie snuggles uwu

commission for @jurassicsniper !!!

[heraldrydiculous]

303 Semy of Semi

[two-trucks-with-everything]

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[water-writings]

@witchofinterest asked

11- “For the sake of my rapidly dwindling sanity, I’m going to pretend I didn’t see, or hear, any of that.” + tracey!

@nightwingshero asked

“This is not what I thought you meant when you said you were serving French Food” or “what the fuck is that, and why is it in my kitchen?” For Tracey? 😘

Finally finished this after like two months. Sorry for being so late. I'll try and get the other prompts finished soon!

She stood there, staring at the dripping goo that fell from the cabinet to the laminate countertop. Mouth hanging open, her eyes traveled up, slowly following the trail of brown and - was that green...and purple? - whatever-it-is substance that created many, many streaks down the dark wood of the cabinets. Then finally, her eyes landed on the ceiling where the biggest abomination lived. There right near the start of the cabinets, maybe a foot away, was a large blob of the multi-colored mess.

“Oh my god…”

Tracey’s eyes fell from the blob to the two culprits who stood before her, covered from head to toe in the same substance. Pietro stared back at her with a sheepish grin as Annabeth kept giggling into her hands .

“I can explain.” Pietro stepped forward, but quickly retracted his step when he saw the fire in Tracey’s eyes. “Annabeth asked for cupcakes, but I...do not know how to make them. Or rather...I messed up with uh mixer.” He gestured to behind him and sitting on the counter in its own puddle of, what Tracey could now only guess was supposed to be cake batter, was the hand mixer her mom had given her a week ago. “But as you can see...it broke.”

Tracey blinked several times before bringing her gaze back to the speedster. “And how did it break, Pietro?”

Pietro shifted on his feet for a moment, glancing down at the five year old girl standing next to him. Annabeth grinned and giggled up at him, thinking this whole endeavor was hilarious.

“I uh was scrapping the mixer with a knife and Annabeth - or I - may have turned on switch to mixer,” the speedster finally answered. He pursed his lips, eyes going a little wide as he waited for the blonde woman’s fury to emerge.

“You wha-” Tracey’s mouth fell open even more when she looked to the side of the mixer and found a knife with it’s blade broken in half. “You used a steak kni-” She clenched her fists and took in a sharp breath before slowly loosening her hands. “For the sake of my rapidly dwindling sanity, I’m going to pretend I didn’t see, or hear, any of this.” She grabbed her daughter’s hand. “I’m going to give Annabeth a bath and get this gunk off her. I suggest you clean this up, Pietro, before Bucky gets home.”

“I am home,” Bucky called out from the entry-way. “What did he do this time?”

“Daddy!” Annabeth exclaimed. Her face lit up and she immediately let go of her mom’s hand.

“Annabeth, no wait!” Tracey called after her daughter, but just sighed as she watched her five year old run to greet her dad. The little girl’s feet slapping against the wooden floor and leaving small footprints made of the cake batter in her wake.

“Hey, baby dol-” Bucky’s smiling face quickly swapped out for a look of bewilderment. “What is all over you?” He picked her up, holding her out at arm’s length, examining the globs of brown, green, and purple that covered his daughter. Some of the substance dripped onto his hands as he carried her back to the kitchen.

“I wanted to bake something for you and Mommy and Pietro and I started making cupcakes,” the little brunette explained, smiling up at her dad.

Bucky stopped as soon as he got into the kitchen and gently set Annabeth down. His eyes darted from Tracey, to Pietro, to Annabeth, then to the mess that covered practically every inch of his kitchen. “That is not cupcakes. What the fuck is that and what is it doing in my kitchen?”

Annabeth gasped, hands flying to her mouth. “Daddy said a bad word! Swear jar! Swear jar!”

The super soldier turned his gaze from the mess and once again placed it on the speedster. “What happened, Pietro?”

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Pietro groaned, hanging his head back. At that moment a glob landed on his face.

“Yes,” Bucky said, folding his arms over his chest, “you do have to repeat yourself.”

“I was cleaning the mixer with knife and I accidentally turned on the mixer.”

Bucky stared at his teammate, a bewildered expression dawning his face. “You what?”

“That’s what I said,” Tracey piped up as she cleaned Annabeth’s hands off with a wet washcloth.

“And then mixer fell into bowl creating the mess,” Pietro finished, gesturing with his arms at the kitchen. He wiped the batter off his face. “To be fair, I have never used mixer before in my life. Wanda always made the cakes.”

“You’re cleaning this,” Tracey said as Bucky picked Annabeth up, “you know that right? We need to clean, Annabeth.”

“By the time she’s clean, I want this room cleaned,” Bucky warned. “Use your super speed if you have to, but please get this cleaned up.”

Tracey followed her husband and daughter out of the room, not before taking one last glance at the ceiling. She closed her eyes in frustration before turning away without a word.

Annabeth giggled as she peered over her dad’s shoulder at the white haired Avenger. “Bye Pietro! Let’s make cupcakes again!”

Pietro’s shoulders slumped as he watched the family turn into the bathroom off from the hall. He groaned as he looked at the mess again, groaning even louder when more cake batter fell onto his head.

[kokinu09]

Bucky and his Aceys! <3

[chopperchrash]

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