1. {Morning Meetings}

As you stride into the conference room, your gaze meets Barnes', a silent exchange of acknowledgment passing between you. These obligatory morning debriefs have grown tediously routine, a mere prelude to your day. Mentally noting to express your discontent to Tony later, you settle into your seat across from Bucky at the expansive table.

Arriving tardily, all eyes pivot towards you as you hastily claim your place. Tony, the sole figure standing, shoots you a disapproving glance for your lateness, but you simply offer an innocent smile and settle in comfortably.

It's been a while since you've seen Bucky around the compound, perhaps a week. You recall he was recently deployed on a mission with Rogers in the Middle East. Observing the weariness etched into his features, you divert your attention as Stark commences the morning briefing with the team. Present in the room are Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and yourself, while the rest of the team is connected via a conference call.

As the meeting progresses, your attention intermittently shifts to Bucky. A subtle smirk graces your lips as you mentally review the ongoing prank war between the two of you, pondering who currently holds the upper hand. Recollection flashes of his last elaborate scheme, where he feigned a transformation into the Winter Soldier, sending you on a frantic chase throughout the compound, a sick prank that left you half-terrified and wholly impressed – the twisted fucker.

A suppressed chuckle escapes you at the memory, drawing Bucky's curious gaze. His eyes meet yours, a silent exchange of amusement passing between you, even as Tony continues his monologue. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you hold his gaze, knowing full well it's your turn to retaliate in this ongoing game of pranks.

Sensing Bucky's bemusement but undeterred, you redirect your focus to Stark's briefing. Meanwhile, your mind races with possibilities for your next prank. It needs to surpass the previous one, the infamous incident involving faux severed fingers during your ill-fated attempt at cooking for the team. Courtesy of that kid Parker's scientific experiments, the realism of the blood spatters nearly rendered Bucky unconscious at the horrific sight.

Lost in contemplation, you absentmindedly slip your feet out of your shoes, idly rubbing them together beneath the table as you mull over potential schemes. Suddenly, inspiration strikes, and you pause, a mischievous glint in your eye as a devious plan begins to take shape.

You feel a surge of hesitation as the risky idea unfolds in your mind. It's undoubtedly boundary-pushing, likely to surpass all previous pranks between you and Bucky. Despite recognizing the potential for things to go awry, you struggle to shake off the tantalizing notion.

Glancing up, you find Bucky's eyes fixed on you, his penetrating gaze betraying his keen awareness of your contemplations. He's been observing your silent deliberations, sensing that mischief is afoot, and it won't be long before he discerns that it's your turn to strike in the ongoing prank war.

The weight of his scrutiny spurs you into action. With a resolute nod to yourself, you decide it's now or never. Whatever risks the plan entails, the thrill of outwitting Bucky outweighs the potential consequences. It's time to execute your scheme.

Capitalizing on the moment when Bucky's attention is absorbed in the conversation between Rogers and Stark, you seize the opportunity to set your plan in motion. With a calculated move, you extend one leg beneath the table, aligning its length with the width of the conference table separating you from Barnes. Your heart quickens as Bucky shifts in his seat, but he remains engrossed in the discussion, oblivious to your covert maneuver.

Suppressing a smirk, you divert your gaze back to the meeting, your lips pressed into false attentiveness. With a steady movement and bated breath, you inch your foot forward until it comes to rest between Bucky's outstretched legs, the ball of your foot making contact right between his thighs.

Barnes' response is subtle but perceptible. Though his gaze remains fixed on the pair at the front of the room, his eyes widen slightly in reaction to the unexpected pressure now between his legs. Sensing his reaction, you hold your foot in place for a moment, taking note of his attire – sweats, a fortunate circumstance that promises to make your prank considerably easier.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as you maintain your focus on Tony's ramblings, your eyes steadfastly trained on him. With deliberate care, you begin to shift your foot in its place, creating a gentle yet unmistakable friction between Bucky's legs.

Bucky's response remains subdued as he softly clears his throat, a subtle attempt to regain his composure amidst the unexpected sensation. The action goes unnoticed by the rest of the room, but your smirk widens at the sound, a confirmation that your prank is indeed having the desired effect. Despite not needing auditory confirmation, you can sense the shift in his attention, feeling the subtle tension building as his bulge hardens beneath your teasing movements.

Determined to see your prank through, you press on, realizing there's no turning back at this point. Leaning forward slightly, you prop an elbow on the table's edge, your head resting in your hand, adopting a casual posture amidst the meeting. Meanwhile, beneath the table, you continue to tease Bucky's package, maintaining your facade of indifference as you skillfully manipulate the situation without so much as stealing a glance in his direction.

With practiced ease, you deftly maneuver your foot, eliciting subtle yet undeniable reactions from Bucky as you continue to toy with his senses. Each movement is calculated, each touch deliberate, as you maintain your focus on the proceedings of the meeting, all the while aware of the growing tension between you and Bucky beneath the table. Despite the riskiness of your actions, a thrill courses through you, fueled by the adrenaline of the moment and the knowledge that you hold the upper hand in this playful game.

As you sense Bucky's responses growing more pronounced beneath the table, a surge of boldness overtakes you. Emboldened by the success of your prank and fueled by the escalating tension between you, you decide to intensify your movements, applying additional pressure with each teasing touch.

You find yourself becoming increasingly engrossed in the game, your own arousal mounting in tandem with Bucky's reactions. The unexpected turn of events this morning has ignited a fire within you, stirring a potent mixture of excitement and anticipation as you fully immerse yourself in the thrill.

The suddenness of Bucky's action startles you, his flesh hand seizing your ankle with surprising swiftness, effectively halting your movements beneath the table. His metal hand remains prominently displayed against the table's surface, a silent warning of his resolve. As his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine and between your legs, the warmth pooling there, forcing you to shift slightly within your seat as you finally meet his stare, the air thick with tension between you.

In that charged moment, the rest of the room fades into insignificance, leaving only the two of you locked in a silent battle of wills. With a teasing raise of your brow, you meet Bucky's dangerous gaze head-on, a hint of challenge dancing in your eyes. It's as if you're silently asking him if he wants you to cease your actions, a barely concealed smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you await his response.

As Bucky's eyes narrow with that same intense gaze, you hold your breath, uncertain of his next move. However, after a tense moment passes, you feel the pressure of his grip on your ankle begin to ease, a silent indication for you to proceed.

With that surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, you boldly resume your playful movements beneath the table, emboldened by Bucky's silent consent. With practiced finesse, you divert your attention back to the meeting, noting Clint's presence on the conference call screen as he speaks with Stark.

Seizing the opportunity presented by the distraction, you subtly shift forward in your seat, raising another leg to extend beneath the table towards Bucky's vicinity. With a mixture of anticipation and mischief, you aim for the same destination, eager to push the boundaries of your prank even further.

As both of your feet continue to tease Bucky's hardened member beneath his sweats, he instinctively places a hand over his mouth and chin, a finger placed lightly between his teeth as he bites down, a desperate attempt to conceal his initial reaction from the rest of the room. His brow furrows slightly, betraying the effort required to ignore the tendrils of pleasure coursing through him.

Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, the subtle shifts in Bucky's demeanor do not escape your notice. A thrill courses through you as you revel in the power of your actions, the knowledge that you alone are responsible for eliciting such a response from him.

"You okay Barnes?"

Tony's inquiry draws attention to Bucky, the group's gaze shifts towards him, their collective scrutiny causing him to appear slightly disheveled. You pause in your movements, glancing over at him with a subtle smile before swiftly adopting an innocent expression as you continue to tease him with a single foot, maintaining the friction between his legs.

Bucky, caught off guard by Tony's question, struggles to formulate a response. With his metal hand now under the table, he attempts to seize your ankle, though his grip is not firm enough to halt your movements, while his flesh hand remains firmly pressed against his mouth.

"Mhm hm." Bucky manages to utter.

"You seem stressed."

Tony persists, noting Bucky's apparent stress, and you stifle a laugh, maintaining a stoic expression despite the amusement bubbling within you.

"Just tired, Stark. So can we wrap this up," Bucky grits out, his grip around your ankle tightening, prompting a small gasp from you that thankfully goes unnoticed. "Please," he adds with forced calm, his eyes flickering back to you, a silent plea evident in his gaze.

Maintaining your façade of composure, you meet Bucky's gaze with a knowing look, silently acknowledging the unspoken exchange between you. Despite the discomfort caused by Bucky's tightening grip on your ankle, you resist the urge to react, instead offering a subtle nod of agreement to his plea.

"Alright... morning debrief done for today. Romanoff, Rogers, don't forget Fury wants you both on city duty," Tony concludes with a sigh, signaling the end of the meeting.

As everyone rises to leave, you discreetly retract your feet, slipping on your shoes and joining the others in exiting the room. Despite Bucky's remaining seated for obvious reasons, you don't spare him a glance as you depart, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips.

"Why do I have a feeling that you have something to do with Barnes acting strange back there?" Natasha whispers in your ear as you both stroll down the corridor, her intuition sharp as ever.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Nat," you shrug, feigning innocence while a smile dances on your lips.

She smiles knowingly, shaking her head in amusement as you both link arms and continue down the corridor.

"He's going to get you back good; you know that right?" Natasha adds, her tone teasing as she hints at the inevitable retaliation from Bucky, figuring out exactly what transpired under the table.

You chuckle, secretly relishing the thought of Bucky's forthcoming payback, knowing that this rivalry between you is far from over.