Tony’s stressed. He’s been stuck in a hell of a lot of meetings, signing papers, meeting with stockholders and being told how to do his job, conferencing with Pepper, and on top of that, Doom just tried to take over the world with his robots again, and Tony’s fucking up to the ears in stress, and he’s just done. He really needs to do something to relax, because if he doesn’t, he’s going to explode, and it isn’t going to be pretty.
He loves inventing, he really does, he loves the thrill of it, loves making things that seem otherworldly and impossible, he loves planning, he loves getting hands on a dirty with it, grease and grime and all, but he’s had enough of that for now. Right now, he needs to do something calming, something that doesn’t require too much thinking, something that’s simple and gives nice results so he can just do and be pleased with the results.
But no one’s around. Natasha’s out doing god knows what, Clint’s with Bruce, probably busy cuddling and talking with him and Tony doesn’t want to bother them, and Steve’s out with Sam on running exercises. Thor went to visit Jane for the day, so Tony’s practically alone.
So he goes to the kitchen.
All the other Avengers think Tony and a kitchen mixed together will result in disaster, because when Tony’s making and inventing, he’s a fire hazard, courtesy too all of them being soaked by sprinklers that one time Tony accidentally made one of his inventions go off and caused a huge amount of smoke. No one was too happy with him.
But Tony goes to the kitchen, and he starts clattering around.
As soon as Sam and Steve step in, they moan, because something smells fucking good, and god, they don’t know what it is, but they fucking want it. They go to the kitchen, and boom, there’s Tony, putting the finishing touches to what looks like the most delicious chocolate cupcakes with strawberry frosting fucking ever.
And they fall on them like a pack of ravenous dogs, and Tony just watches with a grin as they practically devour them, smacking their shoulders playfully and pulling some of them away, telling them to save some for the others, and Steve and Sam whine almost immediately after, because they’re so good, and they want them all to themselves.
Natasha comes in next, takes one bite, and promptly tells Tony she’s marrying him, and Tony can’t help but blush a tiny bit, and Steve huffs and pulls Tony into his arms saying he’s his and she can’t have him. And Tony’s just flustered, and Sam can’t stop grinning.
Next, Bruce and Clint come in, and they steal some cupcakes, and god damn, they weren’t expecting Tony to be such a whiz in the kitchen. Thor claims all of Tony’s cupcakes as his, which everyone protests too, and Tony is just fondly staring at them, rolling his eyes.
Even Rhodey and Pepper drop by, but Tony has a whole another batch of red velvet cupcakes with vanilla frosting, because he remembered this time that Pepper is allergic to strawberries, and Rhodey just likes vanilla.
It’s official. Everybody loves Tony’s baking. They all agree it’s to die for, and Tony can’t stop blushing, but he’s so happy and content that his family likes his baking. Baking is now sort of Tony’s hobby now, after inventing, and no one’s complaining.
So he isn’t very surprised at all that everyone is present as he takes the chocolate cheesecake he made earlier out of the fridge, as they’ve been stealing his cinnamon buns, homemade glazed donuts, and fucking awesome blueberry pancakes the whole week before.
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