Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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The next race rolled around. Everyone basically hated Steve. This was officially his last race, and he was not happy about it.

He sat in his paddocks, alone. He held his head and gripped his hair. He was done..

This was it.

As he grabbed his helmet he saw Sam and Bucky roll of onto the track. He clenched his fists as he stared at the Mercedes car.

He was done.

He just pulled his helmet on and went onto the track. This was the Hungarian Grand Prix and it's funny cause... this is where he got his first gold ever in F1. He sighed and got into position.

Suddenly the cars were off. Steve was in the back and made his way up the grid. He was going for Bucky. He honestly was to tired to try anything. He just aimlessly raced.

As he got closer, he passed Sam who was trying to keep Carol back. Bucky noticed Steve and would not let him pass. Steve honestly accepted he wasn't going to pass Bucky.

But everything changed when suddenly his tire blew out, and sent him crashing into Bucky at 230 miles per hour. Steve's car rolled and slammed into the guard rail.

Buckys car rolled as well, only twice, and hit the guardrail. "Bucky you okay?" Oliver said he watched the television.

"Yeah... I'll survive." Bucky turned and saw Steves car catching fire. Everything slowed down. He could leave him there and say he couldn't do anything, or...

He chose or.

He got out of the car and ran. "STEVE!" He Said as he jumped over a mangled piece of barrier. He then realized Steves car was in two pieces. He saw Steve's helmet and tried to get his attention.

Steve wasn't saying anything. Bucky saw that his halo was barely on. He ripped it off and hooked his arms underneath Steve's and pulled him out.

He dragged him away from the accident and pulled off both of their helmets. Bucky immediately realized Steves head was bleeding and his arm was burnt.

"Shit-" Bucky said as he realized Steve wasn't breathing. He immediately started doing compressions as the emergency services arrived. As he did then Steve started to breathe again.

He cringed in pain as Bucky tried to help him up. "I got you." Bucky said as he helped him stand. Steve limped towards the ambulance.

"You should've let me die..." Steve said. Bucky shook his head. "Just because you were an asshole to me, doesn't mean I be an asshole to you." Bucky said.

Steve chuckled weakly as the EMTS put him on a gurney and put oxygen on him. "T-truly... you are the best.."

Bucky watched him get taken away to the medical transport. Bucky just chucked and started to walk back to the track when he heard a loud car come up behind him.

He turned and saw a red Ferrari slow down a bit. He smiled as he saw it was Sam. "Need a ride?" Sam said through his helmet.

Bucky nodded and sat on a part of the car and drove with him. "Status of the race?" He asked Sam.

"Cancelled! The track got damaged, so! We all get to go home." Sam said as he pulled into the pit lane.

Bucky took his helmet off. "Cool. Finally get a decent break." He said as he got up. "Thanks for the ride." He said as he got off.

"No problem." Sam said as he turned off the car. Bucky walked over to his paddock, and just laid down on his couch.

Natasha sat in the Mercedes paddock working on some paperwork. Bucky was gone, and most of the team was. She suddenly got a phone call. She glanced at her phone and saw a heart on it.

She smiled softly and answered. "Yes, Maria?" She said.

"Hello. Haven't heard from you in a bit. Playing hard to get?" Maria said with a chuckle. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"No. No I'm not. I've just been busy with the racing season, you should know as a retired racer." Natasha said as she packed her bag up.

"Hm, that's true. Well, the race was cancelled, are you off from work yet?" Maria said.

"Yes. But you won't get out here in time." Natasha said. As she got up and pulled her jacket on and stepped out and saw Maria there.

"I did win a couple races, Natasha." Maria said as she stood there with her hands in her pocket. Natasha sighed and started to walk past her.

Maria gently grabbed her arm and sighed. "You told me... you weren't going to ditch me again, Nat..." Maria said as she looked at the redhead. Natasha looked at her.

"I already told you! My life is different and much harder now Maria. People are targeting my friends and I don't want that to happen to you as well. That's why-" maria looked at her.

Natasha sighed and held her head and chuckled slightly. "Don't look at me like that..."

"Like what?" Maria said. She had a look of concern on her face.

"Natasha... I want to be here for all of that." Maria said as her hand drifted down to Natasha's. She held it carefully.

Natasha held held her hand back slightly. "Well ... I cant Risk you getting hurt." She said as she looked at her.

Maria shook her head and then pulled Natasha towards her. "Then... then tell me you lost all those feelings for me three years..."

Natasha looked at her. "I..."

"Say it... say it and I'll go away right now."

The track was quiet. All the racers were gone, and it was just them. Natasha had been working herself so hard for the past three years to forget about Maria, and well.. everything.

Including the love they had. When Maria was so popular and was on the podium every other race. Natasha would remember being like Sam and Bucky.

Kissing after the podium, like hopelessly in love teenagers. She just adored Maria. And Maria adored her redhead. Adored her spunk, drive, sarcasm, etc.

Everything.

The two stood there, Maria waiting oh so patiently for that answer. The answer that would determine if she would walk away right now.

Natasha just closed the gap and kissed Maria. Maria kept her close and kissed her back.

Natasha broke the kiss slightly.

"How could I lose those feelings when they're right here."