Steve had washed quickly, not quite able to stop worrying about what Bucky is doing in the kitchen. Bucky had never actually shown any interest in the cooking process and mostly simply enjoyed the end product, which was fine in Steve's eyes, as not everyone enjoyed or even was good at cooking (Tony being one example). He would have felt better if he could at least watch so he cleaned up as fast as he could. He'd only just gotten dressed in the smallest clothes he owned (and he was still drowning in them) when he heard the fire alarm come on. Rushing out to the kitchen, his hair still wet and dripping Steve barely stopped himself from tripping over the hems of the too long pants.

Okay, this wasn't as bad as it looked or sounded like at first glance. The toaster was still spewing black smoke and sparks but at least it wasn't technically on fire. And nothing else was on fire (yet). He could guess what happened to the toaster; sometimes the toast would get stuck in it instead of popping out the finished product automatically. Usually Steve just popped the lever to force it to pop the toast or the bread will burn. He looked around the kitchen for Bucky, only to find his friend turning off the fire alarm by force. "Bucky...you didn't follow Clint's example of using a knife on the toaster did you?"