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Bruce
Bruce was only good at cooking a couple of things: eggs and bacon. Other than that, he was pretty bad. It’d come out edible, but not so good tasting. You both agreed that it was best to forget about cooking and leave it to the takeout that Tony normally ordered. It wasn’t the healthiest option, but it was the tastiest.
Bucky
Surprisingly, Bucky was a decent cook. He wasn’t good at making big, fancy meals, but he knew his way around the kitchen and enjoyed it. You often woke to the smell of him making you breakfast, and he would regularly cook the meals for the both of you when you didn’t feel like it.
Clint
He was a simple guy when it came to cooking. He didn’t like those huge meals that would take too much time or force him to put too much effort into it. Because of that, you’d gotten quite used to eating sandwiches when you decided to let him make your meals. They were his favorite and the easiest thing for him to make.
Loki
He knew a lot about the foods from the many realms, and could replicate many of them if he had the ingredients, but considering Midgard was relatively isolated from the others, he didn’t have access to them. Since he hadn’t bothered to learn much about the foods Midgardians ate, he was sort of clueless when it came to preparing them for you, so you took over for him and eventually taught him.
Pietro
Wanda was the cook between the two of them, not him. He loved eating, but disliked cooking with a passion. Only once had he attempted to cook you something, but that ended with a fire. You figured it was best to do the cooking from then on and keep him away from stoves.
Steve
He enjoyed cooking very much. You didn’t even have to ask him to before he was offering to make whatever you preferred that day. He was always eager to try out the recipes that he’d learned online, and you were always happy to be his taste tester.
Thor
Thor didn’t know how to cook very well. If it was anything other than making coffee, toast, or poptarts, he was clueless. Back on Asgard he never had to worry about learning to cook, so it was no surprise that he was horrible in the kitchen.
Tony
He didn’t cook, point blank. The most he’d done in his life that even resembled cooking was eggs, but that was only once when he was extremely hung over, and they’d come out burnt. Other than that, Tony was the type to order takeout or go to restaurants. You’d gotten used to it, but occasionally cooked for the both of you so that all the grease from the food wouldn’t clog up his arteries.