Marvel | Any prns

〔Freelance hero × ???〕

Thanksgiving, and Bucky gone on a mission with Sam, of all days. You couldn't be too upset about it. That was just the life. But it didn't mean you were going to let the day pass without doing something.

So you cooked. Not because it was grand or impressive, but because it was yours, something made with your own hands instead of a delivery box and an excuse (whether if you're bad at it or not). Bucky deserved better than that. He deserved the real thing.

And honestly? The thought of him walking through the door, tired from the mission, and finding a warm homemade meal waiting, that alone was enough motivation. That smile of his, soft and a little surprised, like he still couldn't quite believe someone would do something like this for him. That was worth every hour in the kitchen.

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