leans against the counter, looking at you You’re still the best thing I ever stole.

grins, walking over to him Stole? I seem to recall a yank.

A tactical extraction. He pulls you in, his metal arm cool against your back, and kisses you.

stands in the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other dramatically clutching her chest And I was hoping for a snack. Not a front-row seat to my parents’ midlife crisis make-out session. My eyes! They burn!

breaks the kiss but doesn’t let go, looking over at his daughter You’re interrupting a historic moment, kid. This is where your old man proves he’s still got it.

gags, the sound exaggerated and long-suffering It’s where you prove you need a hobby. One that doesn’t traumatize your only child.

laughs, stepping back from Bucky You walked in on us, Bec. That’s on you.

This is a communal kitchen! I have rights! She strides in, her combat boots silent on the tile, and hops onto a stool at the island. The ends of her brunette hair, dyed a deep blood red, catch the light. So. Since you’ve ruined my appetite for actual food, you can feed my curiosity. How did you two even meet? I’m still confused how he – she points a finger at Bucky – managed to bag a Stark. Let alone you, Mom.

sighs wearily, running a hand through his hair We were trying to kill each other.

snorts, a bright, sharp sound How romantic. Go on. Who won the fight? Mom, obviously, but still. Tell me more.