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Peter, Bucky and Sam were sitting in the living room in front of the TV playing Mario Kart. Peter was sitting between the to men.
Peter's Kart drove through the finish line and he won first place. Sam came in third, losing to a bot and Bucky came in forth. This was the eight round he won in a row.
"Take that losers" he exclaimed gleefully.
"This game is rigged" Sam protested
"Oh, come on not again" Bucky complained
"The game isn't rigged I'm just that good" Peter gloated.
"Yeah, yeah whatever" Bucky tried to play of.
"We're playing another round and this time we will beat you" Sam stated confidently.
"You sure you old folks want to keep losing against the champion?" he taunted with a smirk.
Bucky and Sam shared a look before turning back to the teen.
"I think someone needs an attitude adjustment first" Bucky said menacingly.
"Yeah and we know exactly how to do it." Sam added.
Peter immediately recognized the looks on their faces and tried to escape, but it was way to late and they both pounced on him. Bucky pinned his hands above his head and Sam straddled his hips.
"Any last words?" Bucky questioned.
"You dohohnt have to doho this" he said, nervous giggles already slipping out.
"Oh, but we do" Sam answered.
With that Bucky attacked his armpits with one arm, while holding him down with his metal arm and Sam scribbled in his sides and belly, showing no mercy.
Peter instantly started laughing, shaking his head back and forth and trying to free himself, but he was firmly trapped.
"Nohoho plehehease"
"No can do Spider baby, you got yourself into this mess now you have to take you punishment." Sam explained, punctuating each word with a squeeze to his belly, making Peter squeak.
"Yeah, you can't give us that much attitude and not expect us to tickle you" Bucky agreed.
Sam decided to be a bit mischievous and dipped on finger into his bellybutton making Peter squeal and snort.
"Ooh, that was so adorable" Sam cooed.
"Yeah it's like we have our own little pig." Bucky teased.
Peter blushed madly, "Shuhuht uhuhp ahahasshoholes"
"Did you hear that Sam?"
"I did, looks like someone hasn't learned his lesson yet" Sam moved to his ribs slowly counting each and every one making sure to take his sweet time. All the while Bucky tickled his neck, switching sides every few seconds, always keeping Peter on his toes.
Peter on the other hand was loosing his mind, the rib counting was always torturous and they knew it. And with Bucky constantly switching between the two sides of his neck it was even worse. The two of them working in perfect tandem to make sure to tickle the shit out of him.
His laughter was high pitched and frantic, his face red from laughter, making a cute sight, even if he was a little shit.
Eventually he was running out of breath though and when Sam and Bucky realized that they let him up.
"You guys are so mean" Peter said through residual giggles.
"You had it coming" Bucky stated.
"Yeah, besides you never asked us to stop."
Peter's blush darkened and he curled into himself, but made no comment.
"That's what I thought"
"Come on, let's play another round" Bucky suggested
The three of them went back to their controllers and started another round, but this time Peter didn't gloated. Not that he could gloat about winning because he was quite distracted with Bucky and Sam constantly poking him. Not that he wasn't enjoying it, but he would never tell them that.