One year.
23 races.
20 drivers
one goal...
She is the rookie making history.
He's the hot shot aiming to take the championship.
They just have to follow team orders. But will they be able to when they realize it might be worth taking a chance a...
"You take the turn, but you want to slide? Won't you hit the wall?"
"Not if you time it just right."
"Liv, it's impossible."
"Stevie, it's not. I've done it."
"You've done the drop at Laguna"?
"Yep, 10 stories in 3 seconds without hitting the wall at the top."
Steve shook his head as they walked to the trailers. "I don't believe you."
"Wow," Liv took a sip from her water bottle. "That's rude."
"It is not. Livie, the bike would slip."
"Ok. Fine, don't believe me". She sat a table and started eating her salad. Steve sat across from her and gave her a look.
"Ok, prove it."
Liv grinned as she pulled out her phone and looked up the video. She played it for Steve and his mouth dropped as he watched her race around the Laguna Seca raceway. "Told ya."
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"I've always wanted to race there. Wow, just, that's amazing."
"It's a thrill. Would like to try it in a car." Liv took a bite, moaning quietly. "So good."
Steve flushed at hearing her little moan. "Doll, you can't do that," he whispered.
"What?" She batted her eyelashes, playing innocent. Steve chuckled.
"You are a dangerous woman. Behave, I beg of you."
"Spoil sport." She laughed and they went back to talking about the track as Bucky, Frank, Charles and Johnny approached.
"This is new," Johnny commented as he took a seat next to Liv. He looked at the both of them and pointed. "Don't you guys hate each other?"
"I don't hate him," Liv said. "I didn't like him but never hate. Hate is too strong of a word. Loathe, maybe, punchable; that's a good one." She gave him a cheeky grin.
"Shut up," Steve replied, pointing his fork at her. He turned to the guys. "We had a minor disagreement is all. Difference of opinions."
"Minor, my ass. More like the battle of the sexes." Johnny snorted. "Ow!" He rubbed his arm where Liv smacked him. "Jesus, woman! You're gonna leave a bruise!"
"Don't be such a pussy, Storm. You're lucky that's all I'm leaving," Liv retorted. "Could've left my racing boot up your ass."
He threw an arm around her. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."
"Ew! Johnny! What are you even doing here?" She shoved his arm off.
"Just enjoying time with my fellow drivers. Right Charles?"
