“Y/N, please, it’ll be fun.” Bucky persisted, leaning closer with a pleading look.
“Prank Steve yourself,” you retorted, eyes glued to the worn pages of your book. You needed a quiet afternoon, not a chaotic mission.
“But babe, come on. It’ll be *more* fun with you helping.” He nudged your arm playfully.
“Go ask Clint, Sam, or even Tony. They’d jump at the chance to mess with Stevie.”
“They’re already in on it. They’d never pass up a chance to prank Steve. Sam has this personal vendetta since the ‘On your left’ thing, Clint just enjoys chaos, and Tony… well, Tony doesn’t like Steve taking all the spotlight. Especially since *I* was the one who got him those fangirls,” he confessed with a smug grin, the picture above flashing in your mind.
“So why do you need *me* again?” you asked, a flicker of annoyance crossing your face.
“Because you’re my girlfriend, and I can’t deal with Tony alone.”
“Fine,” you sighed, reluctantly marking your place in the book. “But only on one condition: you clean up whatever mess is made, let me have some alone time to read, and you deal with Steve afterward.”
“That’s three conditions, not one.” Bucky countered with a grin.
“Do you want my help, or not?”
“Yes.”
“Then we do it my way.” You smirked, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
~~~Time skip brought to you by Steve singing the National Anthem at a football game~~~
“Okay, Tony, did you get the sticky notes?”
“Yeah, and they cost over $200. It’s an outrage!” Tony complained.
“Quit whining, you have a billion dollars,” Pietro scoffed, pacing impatiently.
Somehow, every Avenger except Bruce—who refused to participate in “childish acts,” preferring experiments in his lab—was in on the prank. Not that you were complaining. There was a lot to do.
“True, I’m a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist,” Tony declared with a flourish.
“Don’t forget ‘ass,’" Sam quipped, earning a snicker from you.
“Guys, focus! We have four hours to cover Steve’s room with sticky notes. Let’s go already!” you yelled, cutting through the banter.
~~~Time skip brought to you by Loki doing the Macarena~~~
“Finally, we’re done!” you exclaimed, stretching your arms above your head.
“Now that I think about it, why didn’t we just have Pietro do it? He has super speed,” Tony asked after three hours and fifty minutes of painstakingly sticking square notes to walls, beds, TVs, and everything else.
“PIETRO, GODDAMN IT! Tony’s right, even though I hate to admit it. Why didn’t you use your super speed?” you roared.
Pietro, finally catching on, took off running with you chasing after him, yelling curses as you went.
“Hey Buck?” Sam asked, watching you disappear.
“Yeah?” Bucky replied, his gaze following your retreating figure.
“Your girlfriend is terrifying.”
“Believe me, I know. I’ve been afraid she’d kill me, revive me, and kill me again more times than I can count.”
“Honestly, though, I’m kind of unsure how I feel. I’m not sure if I should be terrified or aroused,” Tony admitted, his voice laced with a strange mix of fear and excitement.
Bucky snapped his gaze at Tony, but before he could react, you stormed back into the room, stomping your feet. “WHAT DID YOU SAY, STARK? You know what? I don’t care!” You grabbed Tony by the ear and started dragging him toward the roof, unleashing a string of curses that would make Capsicle cry.
During this terrifying ordeal for Tony, Cap walked into the Tower unnoticed by the Avengers, who were all captivated by your fury. He entered his room and let out a high-pitched shriek.
The room was covered in red, white, and blue sticky notes. A sticky note shield clung to the wall, courtesy of Clint. Random spots were covered in sticky notes thanks to Thor’s overzealous enthusiasm. But the worst part was the floor, where Tony had scrawled:
*Look, I’m Steve Rogers. I’m the only century-old virgin in the world still alive. I have such a great ass that even America was blessed to see it.*
Little Capsicle had never felt so disturbed and horrified. Little did he know, it was only about to get worse.
When Steve finally found you and the Avengers, his ears and mind couldn’t process the words coming from your mouth. But let’s be honest, letting it all out felt *good*. It just started coming like word vomit, and once you started, you couldn’t stop. Steve had to cover his ears. Bucky joined him, then one by one, the remaining Avengers followed suit. They couldn’t handle the barrage of insults.
When you were finally done, you turned to Bucky. “This was fun.”
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