Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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Sam looked at the piece of paper and smiled slightly to himself. He signed it and handed it back to him. "Here."

Bucky folded it and placed it in his breast pocket. He looked at the boys. "Now imma win ever race. I got his good luck." The boys smiled and giggled.

"Wanna come see my car?" He asked them. The boys both nodded their heads quickly. "Alright! Come on!"

The boys followed Bucky out to the car. Sam watched him as he interacted with the kids, helping them get into the car, letting them touch the wheels.

Sam's mom, Darlene, walked over to Sam and looked at him. "He reminds me of someone you once knew."

Sam nodded. "Riley..." he said quietly. "Except I will be around Bucky longer." He said quietly to her.

She nodded and looked at him. "He's a gentleman."

"That he is." Sam said as he walked over to Bucky. Bucky looked at him. Darlene watched Buckys mannerisms around Sam.

His eyes were filled with pure admiration. He was gentle with Sam. She noticed just how he was willing to do anything for him.

Winnifred walked next to Darlene and watched. "Your son is kind..." she said quietly. Darlene looked at her and chuckled. "He was born like that..."

Winnifred smiled softly at that. "My sons true self is showing through him."

Darlene looked at him and then back at the boys. "I'm glad.."

Bucky continued to play with the boys when suddenly he heard someone laughing. He turned and saw his father walking over with Steve.

"James! Steve is just hilarious." His father said. Steve walked next to him smiling.

Bucky frowned and started to head back into the paddock. "Boy! Come here..." bucky paused and felt his childhood coming back to him.

"You should be more like Steve... at least he respects me and isn't... like you. He is a top racer, and a legend in this world. You need to be more like him."

Bucky looked down and teared up. He clenched his fists to the point his knuckles turned white. Bucky continued to walk away.

"Can't even act like a man and talk to me huh!?" His father went after Bucky. Bucky just packed his bag and tuned out his father.

He had gotten so good at it. Bucky was trying his hardest to keep him out and keep the tears from falling.

"You should be a decent racer like him..."

Bucky stopped.

He looked at his father. Anger in his eyes. Sam noticed and went to go over but Winnifred stopped him. She motioned everyone out of view and went to the side of the building, so she could listen to the conversation.

Bucky just dropped his bag. "I have placed in ever podium I ever EVER have been in! I have won race after race after race! I have given the praise to you for pushing me!" Bucky said as his anger got stronger.

"I'm number one in the world! I have proved to you time and time again that I am worthy of YOUR praise!" He teared up.

"You've never acknowledged me... even when I get first... like today. I finally came back after 3 years of recovery.." he teared up as tears when down his face.

"Even when you kicked me out... I still made it to the top and credited you. I just wanted to you fucking praise me, but you're so focused on the asshole of a person that Steve is-" suddenly a hand struck his face.

Bucky stumbled back. He held his face. His nose was bleeding. He looked at his father.

"You never did anything good... don't sit there and tell me you're number one in the world... and don't you dare say those things about Steve. You are a cry baby who doesn't deserve a damn thing he got." His father said as he grabbed his collar.

"You understand me!?" Bucky just removed his fathers hands off of him, grabbed his bag, and walked out.

He pulled his hat on and pulled the brim low.
Sam watched him. "Bucky!" He said as he started to walk after him, but he stopped and stopped Buckys father who was going to go after him.

"Stop..." Sam said.

George was going to fight Sam, but stopped when he saw the paparazzi taking pictures of Bucky.

Bucky just wanted to have a normal conversation with his father. A normal experience...

The flashes of the paparazzi drove him insane. He just got to his car and sat in the drivers seat, gripping the wheel. He saw Sam calling him, but he just ignored him.

He didn't need Sam having to deal with this side of him. He just backed out of the parking lot and drove away.

Sam and his family went back to the Ferrari paddock. Sam rubbed his neck and sighed. "Shit..." he said.

"Language." His mother said.

"Sorry..." Sam said right after. "Where the hel- heck could be going here in Bahrain..."

"He's probably going to the beach." A voice said. He looked up and saw Rebecca.

"Why the beach?" Sam said. Rebecca walked over to him. "Because he would run away to the beach whenever Dad would hit him, yell at him, etc. he finds peace with water..." she said.

"What beach here would he go to?" Sam said. She thought.

"The most secluded of them all. Usually so he could cry without being bother, or asked if he was okay." She said. Sam sensed she didn't have it easy either, but that wasn't something for him to unravel.

"Thank you... actually. I know a beach here like that." Sam got up, got out of his racing suit, and grabbed his backpack.

He looked at his parents and apologized. "I'm sorry..." he said as he kissed his moms hand and hugged both his mom and dad.

The two hugged him tight. "We totally understand kiddo... he's your friend and he needs you."

Rebecca watched the familial embrace. She turned her head and looked at the trophies.

Sam pulled from the hug. "Rebecca, do you want to come with?"

She looked at him and shook her head. "Nah... he needs you. Not me right now."