Following Team Orders (A Steve Rogers AU x F1)

Bahrain

"C'mon baby."

Grunt

"Give it up..."

Grunt

"Just let me have it..."

Grunt

"There!"

Clang

"Yes! I will always win." Liv wiped her brow as she tossed her wrench in the air and caught it.  She stared at the motor of her motorcycle in triumph.  "You are always a bitch, but you are my bitch."  She grabbed the bolt she worked off and wiped it with a rag, inspecting it.  "Shit, its stripped.  Well, no wonder."  She went back to her work bench and checked the standing of the race as she looked for a new bolt.

Liv scoffed as she notices who was in first.  Not a shocker.  But then again, he was one of the best.  She checked for other names, grinding her teeth at the name of her ex still close to the top.  "Whatever," she muttered as she found what she was looking for.  She kneeled to replace the bolt as she heard an exclamation come from the television.

"Oh my word, Barnes has flipped over and is into the barricade. Looks like he touched with Drysdale and while Drysdale was able to maintain control, Barnes clipped the grass.  But look at that, he's moving around.  Marshalls are trying to tilt the car up to get him out."

Olivia held her breath until she saw the Red Bull driver, James "Bucky" Barnes, come out.  They sat him on the ground then onto a stretcher where he raised his right hand to wave, signaling he was ok. The race was in a yellow flag, slowing everyone down and grouping them back together.  As soon as the track was clear a couple of laps later, she watched the rolling start.

She watched as the second driver for Red Bull, Steve Rogers, slow to bunch up the field more before he dropped the clutch, shooting forward and gaining a swift five second gap before the first turn.  Bahrain has always had a tricky first corner if you didn't know how to take it. He had always been one of her favorites.

Going back to work, she kept her ears up, listening for an updates on Barnes, her other favorite driver. Growing up as racing royalty, Olivia Williams knew the ins and outs of the sport.  The youngest daughter of racing legend David Williams, Liv grew up in the garages of other legends like Michael Schumacher and Mario Andretti.  Her skin was tainted with fiber glass and motor oil ran through her veins. Being a racer was in her blood.  She'd been doing it since she was five. She was Formula One.  And she wanted just one shot to prove it. But no woman had ever been successful in the sport, and even she doubted that she would even get a chance.

Close to the end, an updated was provided. "Barnes has been taken to a local hospital with serious but not life-threatening injuries.  Looks like he could be done for a few races if not the season.  Red Bull states that there will be a press conference after the race."

Liv frowned.  It was a shame to lose a driver like Barnes at the beginning of the season.  She sat and drank a soda as she watched the end of the race.  Rogers won handedly followed by Storm, which made her smile but then immediately frown when Drysdale came in third.  Bastard, she thought.  She flipped off the TV, turned back to her bike and got lost in fixing the throttle. She almost missed her phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Livie?"

Liv's face creased with shock. "Andy? Andy Barber?"

"Hey Livie! How are you?"

Andy should have been in the interview room as the team principal or leader of the Red Bull Racing team.  But instead, he was on the phone with her. "I'm good Andy. I should be asking how you are doing considering the accident.  How is Barnes?"