Following Team Orders (A Steve Rogers AU x F1)

Abu Dhabi

Andy Barber has never been a smug man. He was loyal and humble, working hard to be the best principle leader in F1. Sure, it was hard to leave his son Jacob during the school year but his ex-wife made sure he was taken care of. He was only proud when his son and his crew did well.

Except today.

Today, Andy was a smug little shit as he watched Lloyd Hansen squirm like the little weasel he is. The dirtbag has been a pain in Andy's ass since he stole his way into his principalship with Mercedes away from Levinson three years ago. It really was a shame. Ari was a four-time world champion and knew his way around the tracks. Mercedes may have won with Hansen at the helm, but their integrity was ruined.

"Mr. Hansen," the FIA official, Coulson, started, "we have some questions for you concerning video presented to us by Red Bull Racing."

Lloyd looked like a trapped cat, eyes darting back and forth from official to Andy to Drysdale. He was looking for a way out. His heart stopped when security was at each door. He stood up straight and looked at Andy. "I'm sure that Mr. Sunshine here has something that is completely false."

Andy smiled. "I thought you might say that." He pulled out the tablet and hit play, spinning the screen around so Ransom and Lloyd could see.

"Well, the car is here," Ransom said, looking it over. "Any idea on what to do to it?"

"We need it to fire and run like normal in the beginning." Lloyd looked around and found a screwdriver. He uncovered a panel and pulled a hose. "So, what I'm thinking is to poke a hole in the fuel line and cover it with cheap tape. It'll fire but as the race goes on, the tape will melt and fuel will leak. If we are lucky, the entire engine blows."

"Could that kill him?"

Lloyd shrugs and smiles. "Do you care?"

"Not really." Ransom gave him a devious smile. "I was practicing my fake concern. We should make sure we wipe down the car for prints."

"Finally, you're thinking with your brain instead of your dick. Good job, little buddy."

"Anyone ever tell you, you're an asshole?"

"All the time."

"That is so interesting," Coulson said. "A formal complaint was filed by Red Bull and Ferrari concerning your actions, Mr. Hansen. We've also contacted the owner of Mercedes and he will be meeting with you and us in a few minutes. Security will escort you there and your passes have been revoked to all garage and paddock areas. If you could follow Mr. Odinson, please," gesturing to the blond security guard.

Lloyd sneered at Andy. "This isn't over, Barber. The only reason that little bitch is even racing is because she has her daddy's name, she has Rogers's cock in her, and she was Drysdale's whore. You know it and I know it. She wouldn't be here, unless you are also tapping that ass." Lloyd smirked and puffed his chest. "You, that pompous prick and slut princess will not take away all my hard work. I am Mercedes."

Andy didn't blink. He reared his arm and punched Lloyd in the face. Crimson billowed from his nose as Lloyd falls to the ground. "Don't ever talk about my little girl like that ever again," Andy growled. "She may not be my blood, but she is mine and you will do well to remember that. She earned her place here and when she becomes a champion, I hope you get to see it from a cell, serving time for attempted murder."

The security guard hauled Lloyd up and took him out while he yelled in pain about needing a Vicodin. Coulson turned back to Ransom, who had gone pale. "Mr. Drysdale, concerning your actions..."