Bon Appetit
Summary: After every team mission, it became a tradition to get takeout for everyone.
Written for: @buckybarnesbingo
Words: 972
Square Filled: B5- Takeout/ Pizza
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: None
Nobody knows exactly how it started but all that mattered was that it became a tradition. After a long, tough mission, someone would go out and get some kind of takeout for everybody. Clint found a place in Harlem that made the best barbeque, Peter found a place in Queens that made excellent sandwiches, Tony’s go-to place was the shawarma place they went to after the Battle of New York, pretty much everyone on the team had somewhere special they liked to get food from. Sometimes, it wasn’t the greatest, like that time Bruce tried to get healthy food from a vegan place or that one time Sam ordered from a place where the burgers tasted like a sponge between two pieces of cardboard. It was usually up to the person who was the least banged up who had to go and make the order.
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With another mission completed, The Avengers retreated back to the tower. Clint put ice packs or bags of frozen vegetables on his aching muscles, Bruce was doing some meditation, Tony slumped on the table, Nat treated her injuries… pretty much everyone needed a little quiet time after that one. Bucky was surprised how well off he actually made it out. Being in not too bad of shape, he took out a pen and a notebook.
“I’m getting pizza. What does everybody want?”
Everyone babbled their orders to him and after deciphering all the information, stood up.
“I’ll go with you,” you grunted, getting to your feet.
“You sure? You can stay here if you’re too injured.
“Nah, I’m good. Mostly just stiff. Ready to go?”
Bucky nodded and the pair of you made your way out.
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A while later, Bucky took you to a little pizzeria that had been in Brooklyn since the 40’s.
“I’m surprised it’s still here…” Bucky muttered wistfully.
You gave him an incredulous look.
“Don’t tell me you drove all the way out here on the off chance that this place may or may not still be here…”
“No, no. I’ve been here a few times before now. Steve and I have been tracking down some of our old haunts back in the day. A lot of them are gone now but some have survived but with modern upgrades,” Bucky explained.
The inside looked like an old-fashioned pizza place, completed with a few arcade games in the corner. The man at the counter called Bucky over and asked his order in his thick, Brooklyn accent. Bucky relayed each Avenger’s order. The guy decided it would just be easier to take the whole note and went back into the kitchen.
“This place is so different from when Steve and I used to visit here. It’s all… new…”
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“What?” he huffed, the blood rising to his cheeks.
“Nothing. It’s just… You look at this place and see it as new. Anyone else would look at it and think it’s old fashioned…”
He started to become flustered and defensive but you placed a hand on his arm.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Bucky. I mean, look at all the different age groups we have in our little team. There’s you and Steve from the 40’s, most of the team are roughly in the same age range and then you get Peter who’s on the modern end of the scale. We each have our own slang, our own tastes in music, our own styles but that’s what makes us great…”
Bucky smiled softly at your words.
“Thanks, Y/N.”
“You’re welcome. Now, do you want me to teach you how to play the arcade games?” you asked.
Bucky smiled back and allowed you to teach him how to play. He was a little nervous about breaking the machines with his metal hand so you would work half the controllers. You played until your order was called up. The guy gave you some judgemental looks about some of the orders but you just shrugged, paid for the pizzas and left.
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The moment you arrived home, the others ascended upon you like seagulls at the beach. Everyone grabbed their pizza and began eating.
“Can someone feed me? I’m too sore to move,” Scott groaned.
“Just do what I’m doing,” Clint shrugged.
He was laying back on the couch with a slice of pizza on his chest that he was slowly dragging into his mouth with each bite, grease seeping into his shirt.
“Clint, that’s disgusting. At least get a napkin,” Nat chided.
“Don’t wanna,” he whined.
“Legolas may be onto something,” Tony muttered, using a similar method to Clint but with his head and body slumped on the table.
Nat scoffed in disgust and rolled her eyes.
“I still think you guys should have given my place another chance,” Bruce mused.
“Bruce, no offense but if we’re coming off a rough mission, we want something greasy, fatty and on occasion, smothered in chocolate. Not health food,” Sam sighed, tucking into his second slice.
Bruce shrugged and finished his fill, deciding to tidy up a little.
“Next time, I know a great little Asian cuisine place,” you offered.
People muttered their agreement and continued eating.
“This is actually pretty good, Barnes,” Clint praised.
“Thanks,” Bucky smiled a little.
The team soon fell silent as everybody ate or finished eating. This was exactly what they all needed. Some time to wind down with good food and good company. Bucky would definitely have to order from there again. He felt great knowing that one of his choices brought everyone together so well and they all loved it.
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Some particularly memorable recent meals (all home cooked aside from the bottom left):
grilled steak nachos
shrimp scampi with citrus bread crumbs (served w/ bread and a side salad)
takeout from Wild Tomato: this month's donation creation pizza (rum and Guava BBQ’d pork ribs, chickpea salad, red onions and cilantro, over a sofrito base) and cherry, walnut, and goat cheese salad
grilled chicken w/ Door County cherry BBQ sauce, plus sweet corn, biscuits, and grillin' beans
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