[AU] these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul

[from_the_outside]

They've all entered a kind of tense détente after the ill-advised dinner party. Tony throws himself into work, Sharon and Pepper mostly avoid each other, and Steve, Vision, and Nat continue with oversight duties.

And the thing is... Tony's working it out. 

Not a removal, exactly, but he's getting close, he'd told them, to at least blocking the commands. It's not perfect and it's not a permanent solution, but it's a step in the right direction. It's also a step in the direction of Tony needing to test the words on Bucky himself, and so Sharon and Steve are on extra high alert, keeping an eye out for any indication that Bucky's retreating into himself again. Sharon's mostly moved into the room they share in Steve's apartment for that very reason, though she still isn't wholly comfortable with being in Steve's space all the time.

He's away today, working with Sam and Rhodey on a veteran's outreach program, so it's Sharon who walks with Bucky through the halls of the compound towards Tony's rooms. "It's you and Vision with Tony today," she tells him, and glances across the distance they're careful to maintain when not alone behind closed doors.

"How are you feeling about everything?"

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[from_the_outside]

"I think it might be a draw," she says, amused, and holds up one half of a murdered cherry, red juice dripping down her fingers.

"The important thing is that I have successfully - ish - eviscerated all the cherries the recipe says we need."

[nerves_of_ice]

"That's definitely good news." He holds up the flour. "For my part, I tracked down Hogan and found where he keeps the stash of supplies for anything ever that we might need in the kitchen. Or if someone wanted to open a restaurant."

[from_the_outside]

"Now that would be a career shift," she laughs, and puts the cherry remains into the bowl with the others, then gets up and carefully turns the faucet on with her elbow so she can wash her hands.

"The recipe says we should toss the cherries with sugar and cornflour... I guess I should have had you get that, too. But regular flour should work, right?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I don't see why not." He hunts around while Sharon's washing her hands and comes up with a clean dishtowel. Bucky dampens the end of it and dabs at the cherry juice on her throat and cheek.

"Does anything go in the crust besides flour and butter and I guess sugar? Hogan asked if I needed anything else and I didn't think so, but I can run back down there if we do."

[from_the_outside]

Sharon smiles up at him, her cheeks dimpling, and submits to his ministrations. "I don't think so," she says. "Salt and cold water. And – huh."

She looks around. "I don't think Steve has a rolling pin. But we could use a wine bottle, probably."

[nerves_of_ice]

"That should work. It's round," he says, practically, as he sets the towel to the side on the counter by the sink. "I'll go find one and wash it."

[from_the_outside]

Her hands are still lightly stained pink and she's pretty sure she's got spots all over her throat and face, but Sharon Carter has never given up on a mission yet, and she's not going to start now.

She pulls up the recipe and goes to pre-heat the oven to four hundred degrees, then returns and starts measuring out sugar to mix into the cherries, along with a few tablespoons of flour.

It looks right, at least, and she sets the bowl of filling aside to wait while she puzzles over the recipe for the dough itself.

[nerves_of_ice]

He comes back with a bottle of cabernet from the rack in the front room that he's fairly sure Natasha must have helped Steve fill, and goes to the sink to wash it.

"... do we have pans? A pan, at least?"

[from_the_outside]

Sharon looks blank. "Um..."

In a fit of desperation, she opens the bottom drawer of Steve's oven and digs around in what she finds there, coming up with a square aluminum pan of indeterminate origin. "Will this work?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Probably," Bucky decides. "It's just square, not round. I'll poke around a little more just in case."

He doesn't end up finding anything that looks more pie-shaped, and shrugs. "Square pie it is."

[from_the_outside]

"Easier to cut," Sharon says, optimistically, and starts measuring out flour into another bowl. "Can you get the butter from the fridge?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Sure," Bucky says, going over to open the fridge door. "How much butter do we need?"

There's a box of butter in sticks stuck at the back of the fridge, and a small plastic container labeled "whipped butter spread" nearer the front.

[from_the_outside]

"Um..."

She consult the recipe. "Six tablespoons."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky pulls out the plastic container and opens it, then goes to get a tablespoon and holds it over the container to eyeball the volume.

"Sure, that should be enough," he says. "And this is already open, so we should probably use it first."

He brings container and spoon over to her. "Just scoop it in?"

[from_the_outside]

"Uh-huh."

She frowns at the recipe, then goes to get a butter knife. Sharon studies the recipe, puts the butter knife back, and gets a fork. "This says to cut it into the flour until it's pea-sized. So... go ahead and put it in, and I'll mash it up."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Okay,” he says, a little dubiously, and starts scooping out tablespoons.

“Why pea size?”

[from_the_outside]

"I have no idea," Sharon admits. "You'd think it should just all be mixed in together."

But that's sort of happening anyway, as she mashes the butter spread into the flour with the fork, winding up with some flour dust and a few large chunks of flour and butter smeared together.

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky watches this with interest and reaches for the wine bottle. “Want me to try to roll it out?”

[from_the_outside]

"Can't hurt," she points out.

Sharon pats the lumps together into two balls, spreads some flour on the tabletop, and scoops one ball of misshapen dough onto it. "Okay, go to town, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky gives her a quick grin and sets about working the dough with the bottle, trying to coax it into a round, thin pie crust.

Not ten seconds in, he has to gather it back up and try again, after rubbing flour over the bottle’s label.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon assists by sprinkling flour when the dough seems to be sticking, but it does at least appear to grudgingly allow itself to be rolled out, after a bit of effort. She brings the pan over, eying the flattening dough, trying to determine how large it will need to be to fit.

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky pauses in his endeavors to eye the pan with her. "Maybe a little thinner," he says, and gets back to it.

The result, eventually, is large enough to drape over the pan's bottom and sides, and thin enough to be pie crust rather than anything else. He thinks. Bucky sets the wine bottle aside and starts trying to lift the dough from the table to transfer it over.

"Help me with this?"

[from_the_outside]

No matter how gentle she tries to be, the thin dough sticks and tears as they carefully peel it from the tabletop. "I guess we should have used more flour," Sharon says, dubious, and laughs as another rip appears. "Here – "

She brings the pan over and helps him drape the dough into it, then tries to patch up the holes by pressing the edges together, laughing. "At least this goes on the bottom, so no one will see it."

[nerves_of_ice]

“There’s that,” he agrees, and studies the crust for any final tips that need patching.

“Cherries next?”

[from_the_outside]

"That seems right."

She tips the bowl over the dough-lined pan and dumps the cherries into the crust, coaxing them out with a spoon. They've released way more liquid than she expected, but that's probably good; it'll keep them juicy.

"One more crust to go," she says, and sprinkles more flour on the table before setting down the second half of the dough for him to roll out.