Bucky and I struggled to keep our fit of laughter down, hearing Clint pass the room we were in to head to my room nonetheless. We could hear him cursing and mumbling, though if he thought I was in danger he wouldn't let being hungover and covered in feathers stop him. The best part had been when he first got hit with the feathers, the first thing he roared after removing them from his mouth was "SAM!" Yeah, remember him? There was no way Bucky was going to let him go without a prank. Only his prank was to get blamed with everyone else's pranks. No one would suspect me, I was too shy and kept to myself most of the time, and no one would suspect Bucky because, well, because he's Bucky. It's really not his style.

Once the footsteps passed, we slipped out of the room, Bucky able to be silent while I had to keep my hand clamped over my mouth as we ran to the elevator. We had to get back to our floor before Clint did, and thankfully we managed that. We staged it so he was sitting on the edge of my bed, holding me gently, as I got half under the covers and rubbed my eyes till they were a bright red. I pinched myself hard enough to make my eyes water, which was the perfect cover. Hmm, maybe I should consider becoming an actor?

Sure enough, Clint burst into my room a minute later, slowpoke, bow poised and ready. When he caught the sight of us, he didn't suspect anything, and our eyes widened as if we had no idea he would look like that. To be honest, we didn't, and a slow smile broke onto our faces. "Clint? What happened to you?" I asked innocently, trying my hardest to keep up the facade of having just woken from a bad dream and not burst out laughing like I wanted to. I could see Bucky dealing with the same internal battle as I was, and we couldn't risk making eye contact with each other. Clint just looked downright confused, which was all the more entertaining.

"Sam set something up outside of my room. Didn't you.... You called me for help, said someone was in your room! Said you were stuck?" He said, more confused by the second as an equally confused look passed over my face. Bucky quickly stepped in.

"I heard her yelling, and somehow Jarvis had put her on the phone with you. She was asleep, mostly, and it was just a nightmare. That's when it cut off, I believe when I walked in Jarvis ended the call." He lied smoothly, as I gulped and looked between the two of them, pretending not to fully understand what was going on. "You should really fix that, Clint, or no one's going to let you live it down." He suggested with a smirk, implying 'including me'. Clint narrowed his eyes and huffed, giving one of the feathers an experimental tug.

"I already tried that, dimwit! Whatever he put in front of my door, it's like crazy glue!" Bucky and I shared a look, knowing the fan would have dried the feathers onto him quickly before he could get out of the way. With another angry sigh, he left the room without another word as he went to go try to find something to help him get them off.

Bucky and I both started snickering. "Did you get it?" I asked as he removed his arms from around me. He gave me a knowing smirk and pulled out the small hidden camera, checking the video.

"You bet I did. This is priceless!" He laughed, turning it so I could see. I knew I could take the footage later and freezeframe it, getting some amazing shots to frame and tease the archer with once it was all blown over. I smirked with him, sharing another look. Everyone was sure to wake up sooner or later, and the next ones they had to look forward to would be Steve getting back from the gym, all tired and sweaty as he got ready to shower, only to be attacked by glitter, and Clint getting at Sam. This was going to be fun.

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We could hear the shouting from Clint and Sam a few floors above us, which was more amusing to Bucky then me, but on a Stark Pad in my hands, we were watching the live footage as we saw Steve exit the gym. We 'followed' him to his room, where we pulled up a multi-cam view and began recording it to get the perfect angles. Sure enough, with his blinds closed and him unsuspecting, when he stepped into the room he didn't see the glitter. He was wearing a white tank top that was soaked with sweat, and even in the dim light, we could tell he would be shining and dripping with it as well. Perfect.

He flicked the light switch that was also the switch for his fan on, and his eyes widened as he was completely showered, along with the rest of his room, with glitter. The glitter went everywhere, which was more satisfying then I'd thought it would be, and we both burst into fits of laughter at his mere expression. Yeah, we were glad we'd recorded it. Faster than expected, a bellow of "SAM!!!" Could be heard both through the footage and through the floors. He stormed out of his room, trying to shake off the glitter in his hair only to work it in further. He was incredibly amused himself, but his face showed rage because he did in fact know the unremovable properties of glitter. I was actually on my back, feeling like I was dying from laughter. This was the most fun I'd had in years! And plus, what fifteen-year-old girl, or anyone on this earth for that matter, gets to prank the Avengers while protected by a metal-armed supersoldier (still didn't know it!)? A very lucky one. This was so much better than just moping around the tower.

Yeah, Bucky had definitely been right when he said everyone would guess that Sam was the culprit, especially when there was no prank done to him. For now he had an angry, feather-covered, bow-wielding archer in his room, alongside a sparkly, patriotic supersoldier. This was hilarious! And if they were lucky (or unlucky, I haven't decided yet), the commotion would rouse the rest of the team. I wasn't going to call everyone, or they would figure something was up, so we just had to be patient for now. If not, we'd just have to wait a little longer for the rest of the surprises, and simply enjoy the show of Clint, Steve, and Sam arguing over whether or not he had done it. The best part? By the time I switched the camera to the ones in Sam's room and floor, he was already sporting a black eye. Go Clint!

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