Re: To the Right Bedroom!
"No, it's fine. I like to cook."
Wow, he really is from another world if he's never had apple juice before coming here.
"The thing about me is...I was born in 1924. I was nineteen years old when I became Captain America...and when I crashed the Red Skull's Flying Wing into the Arctic Ocean."
He looks out the kitchen window at the lightening sky. Dawn is already breaking...he's been up for sixteen hours, and cooking will take at least two more. He doesn't mind.
"The Red Skull had harnessed some sort of energy to power Hydra's weapons...decades ahead of their time. That energy source crashed into the ocean with me."
As he talks, Steve's hands are busy...kneading the ground beef and eggs, chopping the onions and peppers, adding enough sauce and spices to spread a pungent aroma through the whole room.
"My theory, and that's all it is, is that that power source, combined with whatever the Serum did to my body, is what kept me alive and in cryostasis for over seventy years."
With the final ingredients added, Steve opens the oven door and pops in the dish.
"That'll be about a couple of hours...once I wash my hands I'll get started on an appetizer, take the edge off our appetites."