One of these days I'll get back to writing things that are longer than 500 words :P
I'd like to thank my two little nephews for this one. Yes, 'Sysha' and 'Bisis', I'm talking about you. May you always be as adorable as you are now =)

Peering over the edge of his cup at the tiny form of his friend, Bucky took a swallow of water, while the day's school lesson played over in his mind. Swinging his legs under the table, he watched as Steve struggled to climb into the chair at the dining room table. Despite the blond's determined attempts, Mrs. Barnes took it upon herself to end his quest prematurely, easily picking him up and setting him on the seat. He looked disappointed at the shortcut, his eyebrows coming together, but only for a moment. His manners caught up with him and he twisted around to give her a thank-you. Smiling, she began dishing out the supper, while chatting comfortably with Mrs. Rogers. Not interested in hearing about the church's next charity event, Bucky turned his attention to Steve, who was pondering how he was to reach his plate when his limbs were too short to properly allow him access to the tabletop. After another drink of cold water, inspiration struck Bucky and he promptly dumped the contents of his glass on the head of his playmate. Mouth opening and closing in surprise, Steve merely blinked rapidly, not understanding why it had suddenly rained on him inside the Barnes' home. Identical gasps of shock were emitted from both women. Mrs. Rogers snatched a napkin and rushed to her son's side, dabbing at the streaks of icy water that trailed down her boy's face, sinking into the cloth of his shirt and dripping down to his pants.

"James!" Mrs. Barnes exclaimed in outrage. "Apologize at once," she insisted.

Bucky tilted his head in confusion.

"I am so sorry." Mrs. Barnes completed the task her child did not immediately fulfill.

Mrs. Rogers waved off the hasty apology with a flip of the sopping rag. "It's all right. No harm done."

"I don't know why he did that." Mrs. Barnes twisted her hands, upset by the commotion. "He usually plays so well with Steve." She turned on Bucky suddenly. "James, you need to say you're sorry and you must never do something so mean to Steve again."

Bucky stuck out his lip in a pout. "I wasn't bein' mean. I was helping."

"What?" His mother stared at him, perplexed.

Steve shook the water from his eyes, still bewildered by the abrupt drenching. Bucky pointed a stubby finger in his direction.

"I was helping him," Bucky repeated.

Mrs. Rogers and Mrs. Barnes exchanged a glance over the heads of their children.

"How?" Mrs. Barnes prodded.

"Teacher says water makes things grow and Steve's so little and he needs to grow so I helped him grow," Bucky proudly explained.

Understanding dawned on the parents and they smiled softly to one another.

"Darling, water makes plants grow," Mrs. Barnes kindly clarified.

Disappointment came over Bucky's face. "So Steve ain't gonna get no bigger?"

Upon hearing that, Steve jerked his head up. "I am too. I'ma goin' be real big," he joined in fervently.

Bucky grinned, dreaming up all the things he and Steve could do once they were grown up.