#imerdwarf

It wasn't meant to happen but yet it did. Your sleepless night was partially to blame and Bucky's own restless night of tossing and turning didn't help things either.

The day was long enough without the sleepiness overbearing you, and when Bucky suggested you cuddle on the couch to watch a Disney movie, you were in no position to decline such an offer.

The only real issue was, you were well under 5ft tall and your beefy muscled super soldier boyfriend was a staggering 6'1" mountain of a man. You were so small next to him, his whole body could envelope you and you would disappear.

The other little snag was, Bucky just loved being the little spoon. He loved the feel of you behind him with your face on his strong back and your little arms not even reaching all the way around his waist, he loved how your shorter legs would intertwine with his.

So when he put the movie on, he positioned his body in front of you with his back to your chest. He found it the most comfortable and he was a lot of man to cuddle. His muscles would ripple under your touch and his skin was as hot as a furnace. And your size has never been an issue in the past, and truthfully, you really loved being the big spoon because it meant it would be warmer for you during the long winter months.

It was a secret to the two of you since nobody else knew of it. They always teased how he would most likely integrate you into the mattress if you were his little spoon just from his sheer size and weight.

Out of all the avengers on the team, Sam Wilson was the most curious about what the two of you would get up to. He would often nitpick Bucky's brain to find out how you cuddle since you're so little.

It just so happened to be that today would be the day Sam Wilson would indeed find out your little secret when he walked into the common room with an empty bottle of water and his earphones dangling around his neck.

A grin smeared across his face when he took in the sight of the two of you on the couch, your arm hanging off Bucky's waist and your lips parted while Bucky was absolutely gone with the angels, snores, grunts, and mumbles past his wide open mouth and his hair curtains his face.

"Oh man, I got you now." Sam snickers, taking his phone out of his pocket to snap a photo or 10. "You wait until I show these to the team when I'm back from Siberia."

***

The days that Sam was away, was pure heaven for Bucky because of the peace and quiet that was found in every room of the compound.

The peace would soon be over as Bucky could hear his loud voice from all the way in the kitchen, what confused Bucky was the dying of laughter noises coming from at least two other people.

Sheepishly, Bucky walked through the common room shirtless and his black skintight sweatpants hanging low on his waist, his bare feet slapped against the tiles that were warmed up thanks to the underfloor heating.

As he predicted, Clint and Natasha were seated around the kitchen island and Sam was showing them something hilarious from his phone when Bucky entered, clearing his throat.

Sam quickly hid his smirk and shoved his phone back in his pocket. Bucky eyed the two people who were having trouble keeping the smirks off their faces.

"What's going on?" Bucky questions, smoothing his hair out of his face with his hand.

"Nothin', just showing them something from my mission." Sam answers, proud of himself because he did so without cracking up.

"Oh, okay. Must be something hilarious then, could hear you bunch of squawkers from the hallway." Bucky sighs, walking over to the coffee pot where he reaches up into the cupboard for two mugs.

"Bucky?" Natasha clears her throat and gets his attention, he raises an eyebrow to prompt her to continue, "do you want a big spoon or a little spoon?" She asks, holding up the two different size spoons, sending Clint and Sam into fits of giggles around him.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky shakes his head, and reaches into the drawer for a small spoon.

"Did you choose the little spoon for a reason?" Clint presses, hiding his smirk behind his coffee.

"So it can fit in my cup? Seriously, what is with the spoon questions?!"

"The thing is...." Sam starts with a pat on Bucky's back before swinging his arm over his shoulder, "the difference between a big spoon and little spoon is the size."

"Obviously..." Bucky rolls his eyes, done with this nonsense. Sam drops his arms and takes the spoons from Natasha to make his point clear.

"So when you have a big spoon and a little spoon and they spoon together, you see what I mean?" Sam explains, holding the little spoon behind the big spoon and losing it when Bucky's eyes widened.

Finally, he got it.

"How did you know I like being the little spoon?!"

"Relax, maybe next time choose to spoon in your room instead of on the couch where you're recorded and can be spotted by anyone."

"There's nothing wrong with being the little spoon," Clint adds with a smile that turns into a grin, "except maybe when you're dating a much shorter person than yourself and their arms don't reach all the way round your body, then it's time for photos because it's so rare and cute."

Bucky points his fingers in Sam's face who quickly backs away, his smirk not faltering as Bucky stalks closer.

"You- you took photos of us?"

"I did."

"Who saw them besides the people in this room?"

"Tony didn't and-"

"Good morning folks!" Tony sing-songs walking into the kitchen with his glass tablet in his hand, "good morning to you BFG. Where is Yoda this a.m.?"

"Sam! I'm gonna kill you!"

"What's going on? What's with all the yelling?" The tension in the kitchen shifted as everyone's heads snapped towards your sleepy figure in the doorway in your Bucky's oversized T-Shirt and messy hair. Your eyebrows furrow when everyone's expression was worrying you, as though you had just caught them doing something you shouldn't have.

"That wasn't me!" you exclaim, pushing your chair back in outrage.

He produces a bottle from out of nowhere and tosses it onto the table.

You curse when you see your name written on the bottle. He knows your handwriting. But you also know that you had nothing to do with your shampoo bottle ending up in his shower.

"I don't know what's going on," you tell him as you subtly search the area around you. All the faces are watching you and Captain Rogers. Except two. You narrow your eyes and nod your head in their direction.

Steve's gaze follows yours and you see his jaw tighten as he recognizes the two trouble makers.

Instead of going after his best friends, he orders you to grab your stuff and then leads you out of the cafeteria.

You meet Sam and Bucky's eyes as you and Steve pass. The amusement is gone from their eyes and they look worried. They should be.

The prank battle might have started between you, Bucky and Sam, but after Steve told you three to stop, you had. The other two goons clearly hadn't and they had set you up.

Steve leads you to his office and then closes the door.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this," he sighs before he turns to look at you. "But judging by the look on your face, I don't think you were part of this prank."

"I wasn't," you agree. "But those two assholes as going to rue -"

"Leave those two to me," Steve tells you. "Unless…"

"Unless?" you ask.

"Pranking people isn't my thing, per say," Steve replies. "But after this -" He motions to his bright red hair. "- I'm willing to try."

A smirk spreads across your face. "I have the perfect prank," you say. "They're going to be on their guard though. Expecting something to happen."

Steve nods his head in agreement.

"Which is why we're going to wait a bit," you explain. "Let them be on edge that something is going to happen. And then, once they finally relax, that's when we'll attack."

Steve's eyes widen and he says, "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

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Six Weeks Later

You and Steve sit in the surveillance room as Bucky and Sam make their way to their rooms after returning from a mission.

"Moment of truth," you say as they unlock their doors.

May it's because they're tired from their mission or maybe they really have let their guards down, but neither takes any caution as they open their bedroom doors, a floor apart.

Just as planned, the buckets of glitter that you and Steve took great pains to setup, tip as the doors are opened and both men suddenly find themselves covered in glitter as it rains down on them.

And the guy really was beefy. He wore shirts so tight that you could see just how chiselled his pecs were and that rippling defined abs he packed under there.

It wasn't just his strong muscles that made you and hot bothered, it was his marvellous thick thighs and broad strong shoulders. But it was his personality that pulled you closer to him. He was naturally quiet, reserved but well mannered and would always offer you a friendly smile if you ever crossed paths.

"You know, if you were to go over there and say hi, he might ask you out!" Nat leaned in and whispered. You faked a laugh and scoffed.

"Have you seen me? There is no way a built up man like that is going to be interested in someone half of his age and height."

Your height was probably one of the most things you were concerned about. Every member on the team were far taller than yourself, causing you to look up to everyone and look so small stood next to the heroes. Nobody really seemed to mind though, you were small but it only made them that more protective of you and they never saw it as a negative thing.

So what if you needed a step ladder to reach up into the cupboards. Someone would always be around to grab one for you. Needed a new light bulb? Steve was next door. Couldn't reach a book off your own shelf? Bucky was opposite your room.

"Oh come on Y/N. He finds you adorable." Nat scoffed, playing with the strands of your hair. You cocked an eyebrow and watched her expression carefully.

"How do you know that?"

"He told me." You gasped. "And to confirm it, if he didn't like you or wasn't interested, why is he looking over here right now?" This piqued your interest and had you glancing over in his direction. Pink dusted his cheeks as he dropped his gaze down to his lap before peeking up through his eyelashes and giggling when you were still staring at him.

"He's adorable." You whispered. Nat nodded and patted your back.

"You deserve each other. You're both adorable. Speaking of, he's coming over!" She rushed out of the kitchen before whispering something to him as they crossed paths. He nodded and walked into the kitchen.

Your insides felt like they were rearranging themselves just by being in his presence. His cologne was very intoxicating and you wouldn't mind sticking your nose in his neck to get a closer sniff.

"Hey." He whispered shyly, he combed his hair from his face with his hand and shoved both hands into his front pockets. He must have been as nervous as you.

"Hey. I like your shirt." His Henley's were the comfortable shirts in the compound, you would know because you might have borrowed them once or twice without him knowing.

"Oh thank you. I was um, I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk and go for a coffee or something?"

"Just you and me?" You gnawed on your lip and stared at his chest.

"Uh yeah." He chuckled, "It might be awkward if I'd ask myself out for a coffee."

"Wouldn't you be embarrassed by me?" Bucky's eyes widened in surprise because if anyone should be embarrassed it should be you.

"Absolutely not! Why do you say that?" Bucky chances his luck and comes to stand next to you. He tucks a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. His movements are so gentle and slow as if he's afraid of scaring you.

"I mean, I'm kinda short Buck. And you're..." You waved your hand up and down to emphasize his size and he laughed. His hair shaking around his face as he did so. He was such a beautiful sight.

"Your height doesn't make any difference to me. It'll be easier to carry you, in fact..." Bucky kneeled down to your height and patted his back. "Jump on!"

"Are you serious?!" Your short arms wrapped around his neck anyway and he was quick to hook his forearms under your knees.

"I've waited for this moment for a long time." Bucky said over his shoulder causing you to blush uncontrollably. You giggled in his ears and tightened your grip around his neck as he began to walk out of the room.

"To carry me on your back?"

Bucky laughed. His laughter vibrated against your chest as he did and you knew from this moment you would never get tired of hearing that laughter.

"To take you out on a date." He clarified.

"Well first stop, Bucky Kong. I need my jacket from my room."