7682/So, This Brushetta...

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So, This Brushetta...
Date of Scene: 30 May 2019
Location: Clint and Skye's, Greenwich Village
Synopsis: A surprise vegetable delivery attack by May and company ends up in an impromptu pizza making party. They'll have Skye eating like a regular human being yet at this rate.
Cast of Characters: Winter Soldier, Quake, Melinda May, Captain America, War Machine




Winter Soldier has posed:
Buck threatened to cook, and now he's following through on that threat. He's in the kitchen, chopping tomatoes. Peggy.....well, she and Lili are having a nap. Peg's under a lot of stress. Poor Skye is being forced to grate parmesan cheese, as the french bread toasts in the oven.

Buck takes absurdly well to domesticity, it seems. Maybe he would've made a good house-husband.

Quake has posed:
Skye. SOOOO not domestic. She's grated her knuckles twice, glaring at Bucky both times as if it were implicitly his fault. "I thought you said it was tomatoes and bread."

Of course she's mostly grumbling because the surprise arrival of may with the earlier mentioned groceries and the impromptu cooking lesson feel very much like a setup. Then again, Bucky does look like he knows what he's doing.

Melinda May has posed:
Exactly as she'd threatened, May returns to Skye's place, and she's brought vegetables. And more besides. Enough more that she recruited help to carry everything, and after she's just walked in the front door, she's holding it open for her help to follow. Between them, there's at least one appliance-sized box and enough vegetables to start a farmer's market.

"Thank you for your assistance," she says before calling toward the kitchen, "How sour is her face, Barnes?"

They TOTALLY planned this.

Captain America has posed:
"Not an issue." On the edge of May's shadow follows a blond and broad-shouldered man carrying a cardboard box just brimming with the colorful greenery that is a good ransom of the local farmer's market. "Bet it's like she licked a battery," he asides to May and glances over his shoulder outside before he toes off his shoes by the doorway. In jeans and a zip-up sweatshirt rather than motorcycle jacket of leather, Steve meanders over and into the kitchen.

"Brought a treasure trove," he comments once he's set the box down next to the sink. The Captain intends to wash vegetables, apparently, by how he rolls up his sleeves.

War Machine has posed:
     From the sky a lone figure appears visible just a few feed above the ground. The subsonic stealth suit is silent enough to avoid the noid as it were the radar and sonar, and most the other usual detection methods that are the norm in this day and age.

     Just before hitting the steping to the ground the completely silent suit splits down the middle and out steps James Rhodes. He's not been publicly outed as War Machine by a long shot, but the words Secret Identity don't really apply as much as Private Identity should. Just one of those things he does and doesn't speak too much about. Even at SHIELD.

     He steps out in his usual wear a small box dropping into his hand as the suit seals back up and folds back up into a small box which he tosses into a pocket of his jacket.

     "You know I love crashing parties." His voice calls out as he walks in rocking the full beard he had once upon a time. "No other feeling like it" still immaculately trimmed much like his marine core cut hair.

Winter Soldier has posed:
"Sour as a lemon grove," Buck confirms. He leans over to eye Skye. "You don't have render it into nano-particules. Fine is good. And it's bread and cheese and tomatoes and herbs and balsamic vinegar. You're gonna like it."

Steve knows that voice. It's the 'Sergeant Barnes is so uninterested in your bullshit, recruit' voice. He looks up, gives Steve an upnod. "I figure a Caesar salad, maybe. Pasta. Kinna improvised Italian." Of course, his favorite international cuisines are those of countries he helped retake during the war. Morocco, Italy, France.

Quake has posed:
yeah, Bucky has the right of it. Skye knows when she's been hoodwinked. She knew it as soon as May and Cap drove up. "You knew, too, didn't you?" Skye accuses Bucky. Because now his innocent bringing up of brushetta alllll made sense. Louder, so that May can hear, "You told him, didn't you? Traitor."

Of course Rhodes arrival brings up a small little hitch in things. Mind, the man had an open invitation to visit, but he hadn't in so long, and frankly, the group hadn't accounted for what to do if someone who wasn't in on things showed up unnanounced. Skye has a small deer in headlights moment as she considers the best explanation for the mess of scientific and computer equipment strewn about her livingroom (and other spaces of the house), and settles on as close to the truth as possible: A secret project.

"Hey, Rhodes. Long time no see. What brings you round? Don't tell me, May invited you for market garden day too?" Totally sarcastic, though not nearly as acided as her churlish commentary the other day over the fruit and vegetable bar.

War Machine has posed:
     "Me, visiting? Never." Said in a calm manner as he just pffts. His hand waves away the entire thing as if it's just a coincidence. "Especially not for a super special secret I never heard anything about." Just walking in like he belongs here.

     His coat gets hung up on the first available coat rack shaped object before he makes his way to the rest of the group leaning down right by the rest of them his attention locking on the others while he just tosses a small box one hand to the other.

Melinda May has posed:
Following Steve more slowly while carrying a new food processor in its box (she checked with Clint to make sure they didn't already have one), she sets it out of the way, knowing that it won't get used right now. The two young men in the kitchen are a little too ... old school. And, it's likely good for Skye to see exactly how those vegetables are being employed to make actually tasty food.

"Of course he knew. Barnes heard me getting directions to the closest farmer's market and appeared like a cat at the sound of a can opener." And where one bobsey twin goes, the other is sure to follow.

She turns and nods a hello to Rhodes as he arrives. "Good. You can make yourself useful." She gestures to where Steve is washing veggies. Yes, Sourpuss Skye is totally expected here. And May expects the younger woman to be grouchy right up until she tastes whatever Bucky is assembling. Her guess? Some manner of topped Italian bread.

Captain America has posed:
"Nothing wrong with Italian," the Captain opines as he turns on the sink to a low, cold dribble. One by one, he pulls the bundlings of green from it. Lettuce, spinach, watercress, bell peppers, green onion shoots...it's a veritable rainbow of vegetable-y deliciousness. Each gets rinsed thoroughly and set aside on a stolen dishrag after being shook out with as much gentle force as Steve can manage.

"There're still tomatoes to wash, Rhodes," he calls back over his shoulder towards the man, hearing May's missive at him.

Winter Soldier has posed:
"This ain't Market Garden day. Market Garden was in September," Buck clarifies, absently. He's apparently satisfied with the state of the tomatoes, sweeps the diced lot into a bowl. Then he's picking up the basil leaves, and a sharp pair of scissors, and hands both to Skye. "Snip these into tiny bits, excluding the stems." YEah, that was an order.

A glance over his shoulder. "Hey, Rhodes. Guys, remember to keep it down, Carter's napping upstairs." That's where Lili must be - for once, Buck's without his furry shadow.

Quake has posed:
Skye stops mid grate and shake her head at the gathering. Except perhaps Rhodes who might not be in on this whole deal. "You guys are horrible. Seriously. Do we not have other projects that we need to hold regular interventions for me?" Still, she's laughing, because it seems, willing or not, she's being dragged kicking and screaming into the life of someone who doesn't live like she still lives in the back of a van.

There's a moment of shock when grater and cheese are summararily taken away. "Like snipsnip like paper snip? Seriously?" But Bucky says he knows what he's doing. "I should tell you I have no clue what these were last used on." Mind, Bucky likely was smart enough to wash them. Two or three times.

Rhodes gets a smirk as he's roped into washing tomatoes. "Super secret what?" she asks him innocently, knowing full well her livingroom *screams* super secret.

War Machine has posed:
     "Boil em mash em stick em in a stew" Rhodes starts tucking the box back away, before snagging up a tomato to start cleaning away with a bit of a jaunty tune in his step and motions. "Wait, that's poe-tay-toes" He corrects himself with just a pause to the world before he's right in the sort of work he spent dogs years doing back on base.

     "You know I honestly thought when I went through Officer Training I'd be done pealing potatoes and washing tomatoes."He chuckles to himself for just a moment. "Guess the gunny was right when he said I'd learn to love it even if it killed me."

Melinda May has posed:
"Should I have purchased those potatoes after all, Rogers?" It's clear that May isn't serious about that.

When Skye is handed the basil and scissors, she promptly claims the parmesan and grater, knowing they're going to need still more cheese now that they're all here, and so that there's some left for Peggy when she wakes from her nap. Her own grating skills are really NOT that much better than Skye's, but she's being methodical and careful, mostly so she doesn't grate her own knuckles.

Rhodes' Lord of the Rings reference is honestly amusing, but only those with sharp eyes would pick up on her amusement.

Captain America has posed:
Steve can be seen to stutter in his actions at hearing of Peggy's presence; a potato does get held beneath the fall of the water for much longer than necessary. He does also glance over his shoulder, out towards the living room and to where the stairs lead to the upper floors. He had been wondering where Lili was.

May and Rhodey bring him back to the present, where he looks between them as if catching up to conversation flowing around him. A small laugh, weak at best. "Potatoes weren't a bad idea, no, m'am." That to May, at least. He looks over at Rhodey, trying a smile. "The chores never stop, Rhodey, you know that."

Quake has posed:
There's an amused snort from Skye, "Well, if we weren't all trying to make me eat vegetables and like them, nobody would be peeling anything, now would we?" Trust Skye to point out the logic of that. "I happen to know a very good pizza place. And a ramen joint." Because Skye. Or course she does.

That May isn't /that/ much better than herself with the grater is something of a surprise, though it goes unremarked.

"So, besides this bread stuff, what else are we eating?"

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodes raises an eyebrow slowly looking over that direction. He keeps a straight face long enough to say. "They stopped when I was in the infirmary, only once ever had the gunny bring in potatoes while I was getting patched up."

     A short moment later he just cracks a slight smirk that grows into a smile. "Though it beets painting rocks all day." He stops on that thought for a pregnant pause. "Beats. That's a something I need to pick up on the way home." Cleaning Tomatoes with a steady hand as he just works away one red ripe at a time. "It's honestly about time you had some real food. You know those daily nutritional values on ramen treat each pack as two servings which total contain a hundred twenty percent of your daily recommended salt right?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
"We'll have baked potatoes," Buck says, inspired. "Don't even have to peel all of 'em. Just wash 'em. Sour cream, chives, herbs, cheese, it'll be good. I think...." He inspects a bag. "Yep. Pre-made pizza crust. We'll have a proper pizza."

Quake has posed:
Skye just dutifully snips basil. She's only seen the full leaves - because that's how it comes in ramen. So she knows what it is she's snipping - she just isn't sure how small she's supposed to make the pieces. And, of course she perks up when pizza is mentioned. "Pizza? We can hae pizza?"

Hopefully thumbnail sized bits of basil are what Bucky wants, cause that's what he's getting.

Melinda May has posed:
When Bucky notices the pizza crust, May stops with the cheese destruction. "I'll be right back." She steps out of the kitchen toward the living room, and a moment later those with above average hearing pick up that she's on a phone call, asking for a sauce recipe. A moment later she's returning and looking at her phone before turning it to show to Bucky.

"Do we have everything we need for this?" The image on her phone is a photo of an index card, hand-written in the much more cultured cursive of the early 1900s and NOT in English. Definitely Italian.

Which May can't read herself.

Captain America has posed:
"Sounds like we're having pizza," Steve confirms. He finishes washing his portion of the veggies and steps back from the counter. Hands get dried on his sleeves and then he's leaning against the nearest wall, arms lightly crossed, out of the way of the workers of the kitchen. Too many cooks and all that. His eyes wander over again and towards the upstairs and a melancholy light suffuses them...but only in passing. He's now present to cheerlead, it appears, unless someone dictates him elsewhere.

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodes takes a pause for a moment and sets down the tomato. He doesn't even pause in his stride calmly moving over to one corner of the room. He pulls up a pair of Stark I-glasses and places them onto the bridge of his nose. The funny thing about them is that for once they're not the Stark Fuchi brand but SGS, a company that isn't exactly big in the states, more a Madripor brand then anything run by Gregory Stark.

     He grabs out a simple cup for water that he'd seen during the last party and sets it down, then he grabs a salt shaker that little bear shaped honey holder, and a thing of olive oil.

     He looks about for a moment thinking to himself. Then finally he opens back up that little box he'd brought along. It's not much but it'll do. Two little containers unlabled inside of it. He sets them down and quickly gets to work before it can be quite questioned what he's doing.

     He pours a drizzle of honey into the cup the warm water they'd been using to help clean off the vegetables a small sprinkle of each unlabeled container in. Then he's mixing it together with a drinking straw to make sure that it's held together

     At the same time he picks an empty spot of counter and drops down a Bowl. A man on auto pilot. He tosses in an eye measured amount of flour into it along with another very slight dab of something from that little container.

     "We are NOT doing storebought. If you want fresh we're doing fresh right." Said in a calm voice as he dumps the contents of the cup into the bowl and starts mixing it with a steady pace right standing on the spot.