Sam pretty much expected a shove or to be tripped up since it happened with just about everyone in the squad when he set to showing off but the full body catch and throw that Rumlow looped him into took him by surprised. "Shit-!"

He tried to twist out of the group but his own momentum was his undoing. The bushes rushed up to meet him and he was hitting them face-first, all of the scratchy, poking leaves and branches scratching him up even through his shirt and pants.

Sam knocked his elbow back into Rumlow's gut, swearing again, though there was some hint of amusement threading its way through. He tried to flip himself over, twisting under Rumlow's weight. Everything around them was a blanket of silvery lines, a near curtain for the weight of the downpour. "You know you yell that to avoid running into people-"