Boredom was a marvellous thing. Whenever you had nothing to do, trouble seemed to be the best plan of action. Since you had known your boyfriend Steve, you had befriended his best friend seen as they were practically inseparable. Bucky was happy for the two of you and was satisfied being the third wheel in your relationship, having taken up residence of your spare bedroom as permanent feature in your lives. As the kind girlfriend, allowing your boyfriend's best friend to stay in your home, you had taken it upon yourself to equally harass Bucky as well as get it in return from him, through pranks and insults without any malice coming from either of you.

Today was one of those days. You were bored and Bucky was napping on the sofa, so you decided to make the most of it. You headed to the garage to grab the large bucket you used to wash the car before beginning to fill it up from the kitchen sink. Normally when you filled the bucket, it was by the car, using the hose so you had to reason to move the bucket but this time, you were stuck pulling at the metal handle, barely able to budge it along the tiled flooring of the kitchen.

Steve walked in to see you struggling to shuffle the bucket across the floor, water sloshing against the sides.

"What are you doing?" He questioned.

"Bucky's asleep and this seemed like the best option to wake him up," you shrugged.

He shook his head, letting out a sigh. Steve wasn't surprised that this was your plan, you never did anything by half.

"Can you help me please?" You smiled sweetly. "I can't carry the bucket to tip it over his stupid head."

"This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had," he stated, looking at you disapprovingly.

You offered him an innocent, pleading look, hoping he was going to assist you in your troublesome acts.

"Of course I'm in," he sighed.

You grinned at your boyfriend, standing up from your hunched position, letting go of the bucket to let your super soldier boyfriend be able to carry the bucket off to the living room. He seemed slightly apprehensive to join in with your antics but when you shot him a thumbs up and an evil grin, he did as you knew you wished and tipped the water over his best friend.

The loud swears of Bucky resonated through the room and you knew what was best and ran as quickly as you could from the scene of the crime, letting Steve take the blame for your bad decisions.

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Written by Charlotte.