It was kinda sad. He could snap a neck with ease and take down an entire military base solo, but he couldn't cook a simple meal. You'd felt bad that he ate MREs for about every meal and had tried to cook a dish for him instead. You left the room for five minutes. Max. You'd been making pasta, you'd done everything and just needed him to watch the pot. And you returned and now somehow you had something that looked more like "The Blob" than actual food sitting in the pot as you both stared at it