Following Team Orders (A Steve Rogers AU x F1)

Emilia Romagna

Steve was grabbing at bite at the track café in Emilia, minding his own business. He was scrolling on his phone with an annoying voice interrupted his peaceful morning. "Hey Rogers!"

Steve rolled his eyes but then looked up at Johnny Storm. "Storm."

"How you feeling about the track?" Johnny popped a grape in his mouth.

"No grip but what can you expect after all the rain they have gotten here?" Steve shrugged.

"Well, hopefully..." Johnny stopped at the roar of a bike coming into the paddock. The rider parked and climbed off before pulling off their helmet and a tumble of dark curls fell out. She shook her hair and then turned.

Steve sucked in a breath. Olivia didn't see, or if she did, she didn't acknowledge the men around her. She confidently walked towards the Red Bull garage, unzipping her leather jacket, revealing a red crop top, showing off just a flash of skin. Dark jeans and black boots completed her outfit. Steve couldn't look away from how effortlessly beautiful she was. Storm whistled under his breath.

"Hot damm! That girl is going to be the death of someone. Holy shit. Racer, biker, model," Johnny licked his lips, smoking hot. "Bellissima as some of the locals would say." (Beautiful)

Steve felt his temper grow. "Fuck off Storm. Leave her alone."

Johnny turned to Steve with a cocky smile. "What Rogers? You interested?"

"Of course not. She's my teammate."

"Then she's fair game. Excuse me." Johnny took off in Olivia's direction.

Steve seethed. Johnny Storm was a playboy. The love them and leave them type. Which wasn't to say that he wasn't either but there was something about Olivia that he wanted to protect. After her outburst, he tried to make either neutral or encouraging comments towards her. She was trying to accomplish something no woman has ever done. Win in Formula One. His feelings had to come second. She was doing her job, racing and helping him win.

But it doesn't mean he never thought of what it would be like to have her under him, feeling her soft skin, listening to her moans as he worked over her.

"Fuck."

**

The novelty of Liv being a female in F1 hadn't wore off and she was on her fifth interview of the day with the Italian press. Being linguistically apt had its advantages as she flawlessly went through interview after interview. As the final one was wrapping up, Liv noticed a person standing in the background and she tried not to cringe. She hoped to move fast after the interview but no such luck.

"Didn't think you were that desperate, Livie." She didn't acknowledge Ransom as she gathered her things. "I'm talking to you, Love Bug."

"Don't call me that," she said as she finally looked up.

"What's a matter? The old nickname gets you hot and bothered?"

"No more like it makes my skin crawl." She slung her pack onto her back, "what do you want Hugh?"

Ransom narrowed his eyes. "Don't call me that." He gave her a once over before continuing. "I just wanted to know why you're here."

"In this room, the track, what?"

"Here, in Formula One. That desperate to come back to me?"

Liv scoffed. "You wish. I want you back like I want a rash. Excuse me."

He grabbed her arm. "C'mon Liv. You know you miss me. You know you want to come back."

Olivia shook her arm from his grasp. "I wouldn't go back to you even if they paid me, Hugh."