Title: Scones, Tea, And The Art Of Being Wrong
Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Rating: G
Length: approx. 476
Content notes: ... Humor? Gen? Fluff? Something.
Author notes: For caitieness cause she won one of my prizes for Knight Week at hogwartsishome. Counts for my square 'takeout' at genprompt-bingo.
Summary: "Scones, man. Do you know what goes best with scones?"


"You know what goes best with scones?"

"Huh?" Steve hadn't been paying attention. He didn't notice that Sam had returned from the first floor entrance of the Avengers Tower. Steve was reading the newspaper (even though Tony made fun of him for buying physical copies when the internet had news stories updated to the minute a story broke). The sports section. His Dodgers (uh, why had they moved to Los Angeles?) had lost to the Giants 0-3.(Why had the Giants move too!?)

Sam waved the giant bag filled with scones, danishes, and sticky buns. "Scones, man. Do you know what goes best with scones?"

Steve crinkled his forehead. "Uh, you want to tell me?"

"Tea." Sam expressed nostalgically. "Hot cinnamon apple tea with a dash of extra cinnamon and a lot of honey. Hmmm-mmm." Sam emptied the contents of the bag and placed everything on a giant plate, carrying it over to the island counter. "Every Saturday morning me and my mom would go down to Louie's Bakery and grab one of those giant scones to share and some hot tea. Perfection."

Steve grabbed one of the scones and took a tentative bite. It tasted like maple syrup. He couldn't help but marvel what the 21st century could do with food. He watched Sam's back as his friend grabbed a mug from the cabinet. "I'm not really fond of tea."

The porcelain mug Sam had been holding a moment ago crashed to the floor. He spun around and glared at him. "What did you say?"

"Ah," I don't like tea." When Sam said nothing, still staring, he continued, "I like black coffee. It's all we had to drink in the army and it stuck."

"But why don't you like it?"

Steve shrugged. "I don't know. It's watery. It's either weak or too strong; no in-between. Takes a lot of work to make it taste-- Sam? Sam what are you doing?"

Sam had lifted the plate piled with pastries off the island and practically hugged it to his body, away from Steve. "You don't deserved these."

"Oh come on! Sam, those are the best breakfast pastries in the entire city." Steve reached out to grab a danish hanging on the edge, but Sam

"Nope," Sam

"You can't--!"

"Nope," Sam speed-walked to the elevator, carefully balancing the plate.

"Sam! Sam!"

Steve chased him, but Sam reached the elevator in time and pressed the up arrow with his elbow. As the doors closed, Sam stuck out his tongue at Steve.

Steve groaned and kicked the wall. "JARVIS? JARVIS, can you bring the elevator back here, please?"

"I'm sorry Captain Roger, but Mr. Wilson had asked me to not bring the elevator back. He requests that you find your own breakfast."

Steve's stomach rumbled. He'd get Sam back with something. This was too cruel.