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Who Would've Guessed?

The morning after

I hopped out of bed the next morning strangely happy. I smiled. Why, you might ask, am I do happy? Oh, I only met the most amazing guy in the world. But please don't ask me what I was thinking about last night, because I'm not going to tell you.

I danced to the music that I had instructed JARVIS to play while I was getting dressed in my favorite sweater and jeans. I ran a brush through my hair and didn't bother putting any shoes on. Why would I want to put shoes on inside anyway?

i skipped to the huge kitchen and didn't even pause to turn the door knob, since, as a rule, it was always left open. Big mistake.

"Oof!" I grunted as I faceplanted into the door and fell ungracefully on my bum. The door opened in front of me, and who but the Captain himself should lookout and see me sprawled on the floor.

"are you alright? What happened?" He exclaimed as he stuck out a hand to help me up. Hmm, maybe I should run into doors more often.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not used to that particular door being closed, is all. I was skipping... Yeah. I wasn't really paying attention." I attempted to explain. He looked guilty.

"Stark told me that y'all always left the door open, but I figured it was early enough that no one would be awake."

"what time is it?" I asked, slightly confused.

"about five thirty."

"Oh. I did not know that."

"Then, if you don't mind my asking, why are you up so early?"

"that's a good question. You see, there's this weird thing about me, the happier I am when I go to sleep, the earlier I wake up. I was just in a good mood last night, I guess."

"Well, since its my fault that you fell, how about I make you breakfast?"

"that would be great!" I beamed "my breakfast making skills are limited to toast or a bowl of cereal. I don't cook hardly at all."

"I could teach you." Steve offered. I paled slightly.

"I really don't know if that's a good idea. The last time I tried to make something, I almost set the stove on fire."

"don't worry. We'll stay away from the stove without supervision for now, if that'll make you feel better?"

"Oh, we'll since you put it that way, when do we start?"

"how about right now?"

"Yay!" I squealed "Captain America is teaching me how to cook!"


Sorry for the shortness of the chapter! I'll try to make the next one a bit longer...


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