Following Team Orders (A Steve Rogers AU x F1)

Austria

"You know, I'm not a fan of German words."

"That's a weird statement."

"Well, we're in Austria but they don't speak Austrian, they speak German. It's such a harsh language."

"Seriously, the shit you say Liv is just out there."

"I'm serious. I mean I could whisper German words in your ear or I could do it in French. I could say, Ich wünschte, du hättest den Mut, mich zu küssen."

Steve audibles gulped. "What would the French be like?"

Liv shyly slid on the bench over to him. She leaned into his neck and whispered, "J'aimerais que tu aies le courage de m'embrasser." (I wish you had the courage to kiss me.)

"Yeah, I don't know what you said but that is way better than German."

"That's my point." Liv took a sip of her beer. She looked around Graz, the closest city near the Red Bull Ring. A home race for Red Bull Racing. It was the Saturday before the race and Steve snuck her out so they could explore on their own.

"So, tell me what you think about the city?" He took a bite of his food, watching her expressions. He loved doing that, try and read her while she thought out her answer. The one thing he had learned quickly was that, outside the heat of the moment, Liv was careful with her words.

"I think its old and beautiful. The architecture is something to marvel at. I mean, they were built hundreds of years ago. How? I can't even think how they would do it now. Plus, all the greenery. If it wasn't for the German, I would move here." She popped a bread into her mouth and smiled as she chewed.

"I've noticed, doll, that you always choose your words. Except when you are mad at me," he said with a smirk. "Why is that?"

"Reflex," she answered immediately. "Hugh didn't want me to be some bimbo, even if he preferred blondes. Oxford educated and all that."

"Wait, you went to Oxford."

"For a business degree, yes."

"I thought you grew up in the States."

"I did after dad finished racing so around 5 until 18 and then to Oxford, where I also did my internship with Williams. I had just graduated when I ended things with Hugh."

"Why do you call him Hugh?"

She snorted. "He once told me that only the help called him Hugh and it irritates him when anyone else does." Her eyes sparkled at Steve.

"A dig in a name. I like it, doll." Steve smirked back at her as their desserts and coffees were brought out.

"Anyway, I can. Can't kill him," she shrugged.

"If he tries anything, I'll take care of it."

"My hero."

The pair finished up their desserts and Steve paid before they set out into the city. Alone, Steve took Liv in his hand. "You have such small hands. So dainty," as he measured his own against hers.

"And yet, they still handle better than you," she replied with a twinkle.

"Oh really? It's like that?"

"That's how it is." She used his hand to twirl on one foot. She slipped but before she could land on her ass, Steve caught her, hand on her back, hand on neck. It was like she was dipped out of dance.

"Are you alright?" Steve's eyes studied her, and she took his face in. His sharp jaw line, strands of his blonde hair falling forward into his ocean blues. His pink perfect lips that looked like he could kiss and kiss well. She swallowed and pushed herself up before she could make a mistake.