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Steve/Reader - On Your Left (Winter Soldier)

"You should get him to join us for a run one morning," Sam pondered, cooling down and taking a seat on the grass beside me.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. There's a reason that I don't go jogging with him. I don't want him to embarrass you."

"Embarrass me? Are you serious? I bet I could wipe the floor with the old guy?" Sam laughed. He really had no clue.

"You really think you can beat him, huh?"

"I don't think. I know."

"Fine. Tomorrow, I'll bring Steve. You beat him on the route then we'll buy you breakfast. He beats you, you buy it for us. What do you say?" This should be interesting.

"You're on."

The next morning, Steve and I made our way over to the Capitol Building, mine and Sam's normal starting point. Once I'd told Steve the bet and the way Sam had reacted he didn't hesitate in taking up the offer for a competitive run. Let's be honest though, there was no competition. Steve had won already.

"I can't wait to see the look on his face when you blitz past him," I giggled as we waited on Sam to get there, me sitting in between Steve's legs on the grass as the minutes ticked by.

"All I'll say is I hope he's got a full wallet. I'm going to be pretty hungry once this is done."

Less than ten minutes later Sam arrived, a determined and confident look crossing his features.

"Hi (Y/N)."

"Sam I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Steve Rogers," I smiled with pride. I never got sick of calling him that.

"I know who he is (Y/N)," Sam laughed, reaching out to shake hands with the brick built muscle man at my side.

"Nice to meet you Captain Rogers, I'm Sam Wilson."

"Please call me Steve. It's nice to finally meet the guy who's been spending so much time with my girlfriend." The way Sam's eyes widened at that statement was like something out of a comedy sketch. If they grew any bigger they'd fall out of his head.

"You know it's not like that with me and Sam baby," I moaned, wrapping my arms around his torso and leaning in as close as I possibly could.

"I know (Y/N), I trust you. Just having a mess with my competitor here," he grinned, kissing the tip of my nose and then breaking out into a laugh.

"So that's how it's going to be then Rogers, huh? I think it's about time we got started."

We'd been running for about 20 minutes and so far Sam was in the lead, he had a huge grin on his face, certain that he'd got one up on the famous American hero. Little did he know, Steve had just given him a false sense of security. He wasn't even warming up yet.

"You're loving this aren't you?" I asked, bumping shoulders with Steve and rolling my eyes.

"I'm just letting him enjoy himself for a minute. I don't want to completely embarrass him."

"Well times getting on a bit honey and I'm going to get hungry soon, I think you can pick up the speed now."

Steve didn't need to hear another word. Without warning he suddenly bolted, just a streak of his blonde hair catching my eye as he shot forward.

In front of me Sam stopped in his tracks, his hands now rested on his hips and his mouth hung open so low it was not far from touching the floor.

"You've got to be kidding me?" He shouted in my direction in disbelief, struggling to catch his breath as he waited for me to catch up.