Marvel Imagines

6. Making Food (Peter Parker)

   "We should make a casserole."
   My head shot up in surprise as that once sentence that Peter Parker uttered broke my focus on the book in my grip. "What?"
   "We should make a casserole." He repeated, not seeming to notice my shock.
   "Why?" I asked, hoping I could talk him out of it. Even though we were dating, I hadn't exactly told him that I couldn't cook yet and we had happily survived on take out and easy, store bought meals. I didn't have the first clue on how to make a casserole, though!
   "Why not? Aren't you tired of Burger King and Mac 'n Cheese yet?" He said in a slightly teasing tone.
   "Nah, I'm too lazy for that." I joked back.
   To my dismay, though, he got to his feet and held out his hand to help me up. "C'mon, let's do something different tonight."
   Groaning inwardly, I took his hand and let him pull me up. I didn't want to say 'no', but I also didn't exactly want to tell him that I really, honestly couldn't cook. Following him into the kitchen, I watched as he pulled out a few random bowls, spoons, and trays before digging up a recipe book. Then, deciding that just standing there would give me away, I walked over to the counter and glanced at the ingredients. I could easily get the ingredients ready and measure stuff out! It was the 'putting it all together and making it taste good' thing that worried me.
   Peter seemed to have the same idea as me, though, and we both got everything ready and looked over the recipe again before finally turning to look at each other. He still looked excited and I couldn't help but smile. It might be an interesting casserole, but making it would be fun as long as he knew what he was doing.
   "Do you want to do the honors?" He asked, gesturing to the dish.
   "Nope, I wanna see how good of a cook you are!" That was my excuse, anyway. I couldn't help but be surprised at my cleverness and hoped that he wouldn't notice my hesitation.
   "Prepare to be disappointed." He snickered.
   He really took me by surprise, though; he actually seemed to know what he was doing! I watched and helped a little here and there, feeling a tad bit intimidated by his ease with the project. He did know how to cook and I didn't! A wave of relief swept through me as I realized that we weren't both useless in the kitchen. Maybe we were perfect together; I couldn't cook, but he could!
   "There, all done."
   "That's it?" I asked, expecting it to take longer. He shrugged, glancing over at me.
   "Yeah. Haven't you made this before?"
   "Nope." I admitted, grinning cheesily.
   He chuckled. "Poor little girl. You really do live on take out, don't you?"
   "You knew this."
   Walking over to me, he gave me a tight hug. I returned it, tucking my face into his shoulder and feeling perfectly content and happy.
   "Not anymore. You and me are going to cook every day that we're together from now on." He teased, but I knew he was also pretty serious. So, I groaned into his shirt and he laughed again.
   "Shall we make brownies?" He whispered into my ear.
   Pushing away from him, I grinned wickedly and walked backwards out of his reach. "Only if I don't manage to call Pizza Hut and order a huge cookie first!"
   And that sentence started a playful and very long chase!

(Published August 24, 2021)