Request: Can you do something that bucky and the reader hate each other and bucky starts a prank war with the reader( and there like mean pranks). Sorry if this doesn’t make sense @ 123olivia
Pranking Bucky had to be the highlight of your day, night, life even. He had started a prank war with you and you’ve been going at it for a week now, seeing who would end up claiming the winning title.
You’ve gone through his bedroom, moving everything an inch to the side and you even ruined a date for him by storming in, make up smeared on your face, wearing a wedding dress you borrowed from a friend.
Bucky was embarrassed and you thought you had won the war, but Bucky isn’t one to give up so quickly.
Later that night, you had woken up on top of the roof instead of your warm bed. You’re a heavy sleeper but it’s nothing against the cold winter temperature of New York City. Steve had helped you warm up with a cup of hot chocolate while Bucky was laughing at your shivering state.
You had grown tired of going back and forth with Bucky and you almost gave up the winning prank war title. That is until you had the best prank idea.
You were in Tony’s lab, working on a small device to make Bucky’s metal arm completely immobile and under your control.
Tony stopped in his tracks when he saw you perched up on his table, deep in concentration. “Kid, what are you up to?” Tony questioned, walking over to you and peeking over your shoulder.
You help up a finger, sticking your tongue out as you finished the final touch. The wires connected and you smirked. “Done.” You closed the small device and picked up its remote.
Tony started smiling. “Y/N.” He said, already knowing what it was. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked just in case. You looked up at him and hopped off his table. “Oh yeah.” You said, handing it to him.
He inspected the small device and you wiggled your eyebrows. “You’re so gonna win with this.” Tony chuckled, handing it back to you.
You smiled proudly and held the remote in your other hand. “Well, gotta run!” You said, taking off up to the kitchen.
It was noon so Bucky would be making himself lunch. You casually walked out of the elevator and saw Bucky facing the island, making a sandwich. You purposely bumped into him, tagging his metal arm with the small device.
Bucky grunted and sighed. “Sorry.” You muttered with a smirk. “Watch it, two left feet.” Bucky grumbled. You held the remote in your hand tightly, not wanting to start yet.
A few others on the team came into the kitchen now. Sam and Steve were laughing at Clint. “I’m not joking! He’s real.” Clint said frustratingly. Sam scoffed. “Bigfoot is not real.” Steve nodded in agreement, leaning against the counter across from the island.
Bucky finished making his lunch and sat down on a stool. Clint sat beside him and Sam stood at the edge. You stayed near the other side of the kitchen, holding a glass of water.
You were waiting for the perfect moment to start controlling Bucky’s arm.
You made different options on the remote. Grip, punch, slap, and throw.
You were listening in on the conversation and saw Bucky put his sandwich down. He lifted his metal arm to grab his glass of orange juice and you pressed the ‘throw’ button.
Bucky’s arm whirred and immediately chucked the glass against the wall, just shy of hitting Sam in the head. “What the fuck is your problem!?” Sam yelled, stepping back.
Bucky sat there shocked, not sure what to do. “I-I” He stuttered, looking down at his arm. You had tagged the device on the back where he couldn’t see it. You held in your laugh and Steve and Clint looked at you.
You took a banana from the fruit bowl to keep yourself busy so they wouldn’t think you were doing this.
Bucky shook his head and went back to eating. Sam angrily sighed, going back to finishing his conversation with Clint.
“All I’m saying is that he couldn’t possibly be real.” Sam stated. Clint groaned and hopped off the stool. “I saw him, Sam. You’re not a believer of Bigfoot but you literally know Thor. Come on.” Clint said, resting his hands on the other end of the island.
You pressed the ‘slap’ button and Bucky’s arm whipped around and slapped Clint’s shoulder. He yelled and held onto his arm. “Bucky, what the fuck!” Clint yelled.
Steve’s eyes got wide, as did Sam’s and Bucky’s. “What’s gotten into you?” Steve asked, concern on his face. “It’s not me!” Bucky yelled, getting off of his stool.
Bucky looked down at his metal arm, flexing the fingers and the plates shifted. “I need to go to Tony and see if he can find out what’s going on.” Bucky said lowly.
Steve stopped him before he could leave. “He left, he had to go somewhere with Bruce.” Bucky sighed, standing beside Steve now. He leaned against the counter and you pressed the grip button.
You moved Bucky’s metal hand to Steve’s crotch and it gripped onto him. You watched Steve shout and Bucky gasped, pulling his hand away. Sam and Clint burst out laughing and Bucky’s face turned red.
“Buck! You’ve got to stop! What was that!?” Steve yelled in a higher pitched voice, holding onto his groin. You laughed and they all turned to you.
You smirked and held the remote up. “Surrender?” You asked Bucky. He looked embarrassed and angry. Bucky walked over to you and you wiggled the remote in his face.
Bucky towered above you and you smiled proudly up at him. “I can’t believe you.” Bucky seethed. You shrugged your shoulders and moved Bucky’s hand over to his own crotch.
He quickly tried to move it away but before he could, you pressed the ‘grip’ button. Bucky’s metal hand gripped onto his own crotch and he groaned out. “Fuck! Okay, stop! I surrender!” He yelled, hunching over in pain.
You pressed the off button and smirked as you took the device off the back of his metal arm. “Thanks.” You said, skipping out of the room with your new title.
You heard the others laughing. Bucky shot them a glare, clenching his metal fist. They all shut up, remembering that he could use his own arm now.
Note: omg i hope this doesn’t suck! i wasn’t sure how to make this turn out, so i hope you like it. .c