For the past few months or so, there had been something of a competition between Bucky and Sam.

What started out as small jokes at each others’ expense, turned into full-on pranks to be a playful nuisance. Simple things - replacing the sugar with salt for Bucky’s morning coffee, dipping Sam’s jeans in water to not be visible with a glance but definitely noticeable once worn (Bucky liked to be specific), small hassles that didn’t cause a huge problem.

In the recent week, Bucky had been formulating a bigger plan in his mind. It was a classic, really; fill up a huge bucket with water and balance it on the top of the door, completely soaking Sam once he pushed it open.

It was genius, he had it all planned out in his mind, and it wasn’t as if carrying a heavy bucket was an issue for him.

So there he was, sat at one of the stools in the kitchen of the Compound, sipping some whiskey as his ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. Bingo.

What followed was the sound of splashing water and a yelp that definitely did not belong to Sam.

He was up in an instant, rushing over to see you completely covered head to toe in water, drenched.

“Oh, shit-“ Bucky started, eyes wide with panic as he rushed to yank a towel from one of the cabinets.

“Fuck- {{user}}, I am so sorry.. That was meant for Sam, I swear-” He rambled on as he wiped down your face with the towel, moving up to squeeze it through your hair as he looked you over with a face full of worry and guilt, muttering apologies left and right whilst patting you down as best as he could.