Taunt
By: Riley
Summary – No wonder Sam hates to go running with, not only Steve, but Bucky too. *Could be considered a sequel to 'On Your Right'.
Sam gritted his teeth as he felt a sudden gust of wind blow by him and with the retreating backs of Steve and Bucky, he could hear the words "On your left" accompanied with "On your right".
Sam gritted his teeth, his eyebrows and eyelids falling so that his eyes were half hidden. "Hilarious," he muttered under his breath. It was only the eight hundredth time he had heard those words. He was sure of it. Ever since Bucky had started to join him and Steve on their morning runs, it was as if the two made a game of how quickly they could irritate the African-American man.
It was getting easier as the days went on.
There was another gust of wind by him and this time confetti fell on his head. Sam blinked in confusion, holding out a hand. Huffing and puffing, one flew into his mouth. He slowed down, choking as another rainfall of confetti fell in front of him. Spitting the offending object out of his mouth, Sam became aware of light cheering in his left ear and turned to see Steve running backwards—which was also infuriatingly fast—grinning at him, periodically throwing a hand into the air as he made cheering sounds. Sam caught the rosy pearl object in his hand and brought it close to his face.
It wasn't confetti.
It was cherry blossoms.
All of a sudden, a piercing screech from his right caused Sam to nearly rocket out of his shoes, as if he had his falcon exo-skeleton on his back. Turning to the right, he noticed Bucky also running backwards, holding onto a megaphone. Where the hell did he get a megaphone?
"Aaaand our last runner finally crosses the finish line!" Bucky practically shouted through the megaphone. "You may be the last in the race, but you're the champion in our hearts!"
He and Steve let out a laugh before disappearing from sight as Sam's reprimand of "seriously, fuck you guys," came out of his mouth.
Turning a corner, Sam continued to run, his anger causing his speed to increase this time. His arms started to pump faster, his teeth gritting together so hard his jaw throbbed with each pound of his foot on the pavement. Steve and Bucky appeared in front of him once more, this time Bucky holding onto a video camera and Steve holding onto a microphone. Steve jammed the microphone into Sam's face, hitting him in the lips.
"So, tell us Sam Wilson…what is it like being slower than two 95 year olds?" Steve questioned. The words were barely out of his mouth before Sam finally lost his temper.
"OH MY GOD!" He shouted, throwing his hands into the air. Slowing down, he turned on his heel and started to stomp away from the two older men. "You two are impossible."
Steve and Bucky, looking as if they had just been scolded by their mothers, exchanged glances, slightly pouting. Their fun had just been taken away. What else were they going to do while they were on their morning jog?
Steve turned back to Sam's retreating form and waved a hand in the air. "We're still on for tomorrow morning, right?"
"Yeah, yeah…" Sam muttered under his breath.
Even he could admit that dealing with the two of them ever God for saken morning was better than running alone.
A/N: I'm not claiming I own the ideas of this fics; I see them in comic form on tumblr and think about writing them in fic form. So, yes, I found the idea on tumblr and wanted to write it. I hope you guys liked it as much as On Your Right, I'm glad you enjoyed that one.
-Riles