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fandomtownies2025-01-23 09:33 am
the_best_sister) wrote in fandomtownies2025-01-23 09:33 am
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Stark Industries - Thursday
Yelena wasn't sure how the gremlins knew about her baking class or her assignment. She assumed their time in the air ducts had gotten them access to Steve and Tony's planning sessions.
And she also wasn't sure why the gremlins were so interested in helping her. "What is this?" she asked, unrolling the document in front of her. "Blueprints?"
The design was hideous: a towering gingerbread fortress with jagged cookie walls scorched as if they’d been burned in the oven.
At its peak, a massive, glowing candy eye sat encased in a ring of molten sugar, which was disturbingly detailed for a dessert. Spikes of charred candy canes jutted from every corner. Rivers of black licorice webbed outward from the base, winding through shattered peppermint and gingerbread rubble. The whole thing radiated a sense of sugary doom.
“Absolutely not. I’m baking a house—one normal house. No apocalyptic gingerbread towers, no evil gumdrop cores, and definitely no licorice rivers,” she said flatly. "Go back to making coffee. And where the hell is my Peppermint Mocha?"
The gremlins made several gestures that probably should be noted in an HR report and went back to work as Yelena regretted being coerced by a moose into taking a baking class.
And she also wasn't sure why the gremlins were so interested in helping her. "What is this?" she asked, unrolling the document in front of her. "Blueprints?"
The design was hideous: a towering gingerbread fortress with jagged cookie walls scorched as if they’d been burned in the oven.
At its peak, a massive, glowing candy eye sat encased in a ring of molten sugar, which was disturbingly detailed for a dessert. Spikes of charred candy canes jutted from every corner. Rivers of black licorice webbed outward from the base, winding through shattered peppermint and gingerbread rubble. The whole thing radiated a sense of sugary doom.
“Absolutely not. I’m baking a house—one normal house. No apocalyptic gingerbread towers, no evil gumdrop cores, and definitely no licorice rivers,” she said flatly. "Go back to making coffee. And where the hell is my Peppermint Mocha?"
The gremlins made several gestures that probably should be noted in an HR report and went back to work as Yelena regretted being coerced by a moose into taking a baking class.