Jan 24, 2025
He squinted at Bucky, watching the way his arm gleamed.
Too shiny. Too distracting.
Jeff made his move— Sucking up some water in one quick gulp and spitting it in Bucky’s face like a tiny, chaotic geyser.
He grinned, the tiny shark he was, feeling clever before darting behind his legs and out of the room.
Bucky yelped as the icy cold water hit him in the face, soaking his hair and dripping from him. “Hey!” He scowled at the retreating shark and followed after him to try and grab at the little strange creature.
“Bad Shark.”
