(A/N)- I don't own Marvel or it's characters.

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Bucky Barnes wipes his brow as he walks home. There was no danger in the Soul Gem, but parents will be parents. He often volenteered to babysit when they wanted a break. It wasn't easy, and that wasn't even taking into consideration the children who didn't appear with their parents. That MJ, while helpful, could be a real brat sometimes.

Also the babies. That never. Grow. Up.

Forever babies.

Not as fun as some might think.

Bucky shakes his head and almost stumbles over the box on the path. He steps back and quirks a brow. "What in the world...?"

Curious, he kneels down to inspect it closer. Like everything else in the Soul Gem the box a simple orange. It resembles a wrapped present with shiny polka-dot wrapping and a big bow. Reaching inside his jacket he pulls out a pen. He uses it lift the bow, brows furrowed. The box itself comes in two parts. The larger bottom half and a lid. Desgined to be easy and quick to open.

Years spent in this strange ever-shifting enviroment haven't dulled the Winter Soldier's senses. A quick glance around reveals nothing but a simple street. People of all species and shapes walk past him. They spare him and the box curious glances, but otherwise are unconcerned with the human and his box.

Its quiet and unassuming.

Just a wrapped box in the middle of the sidewalk.

Out of the ordinary, but harmless.

If it weren't for one thing...

Its the first of April.

Standing up, Bucky decides he isn't going to be some kid's victim and continues home.

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"Ahhh... I thought we had him."

Groot frowns and pats Spider-Man's shoulder consolingly. "I am Groot."

Spidey huffs, swinging his legs over the edge of the building were perched upon. It gave them an excellent view of the their 'gift'. "You're right. There's always the next one."

His other companion, a high class man with a preferance to green, pokes his shoulder and points back to the box as a new victim approaches.

Perking up, Spidey and his companions tense as a certain Guardian with a distaste for shirts lifts the lid of the box and-

"Hey! Nothing happened! I call fowl!"

"I am Groot." Groot agrees, arms crossed.

Their raven haired companion frowns. "Well, that was anti-climatic. Are you sure you calibrated the it proporly?"

"Positive! It should have worked." Spidey wined. "And now he's taking out trap." He sighs heavily, flopping on his back.

His eyes widen when he sees who's standing above him.

"Ack!"

A cloud of gltter rains down on the arachnid hero, causing him much distress. Absolutly no help at all his friends laugh at his misfortune. Groot falls over and rolls on the ground holding his sides.

"Happy April Fools, Spider-Man." Doctor Strange grins down at the sputtering spider.