Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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Azerbaijan

The next race, Natasha got closer up on the podium. But then, she was told to not pass Sam. She slowed down, but then that cause her to lose four positions.

This time, Sam was first, Bucky was Second, and Clara was third.

Natasha got knocked back down to 15th. She watched and tried to ask them about it, but she never got a decent response. They even ignored Sam. She clenched her fist and went into her drivers room and stared at herself in the mirror. "Well do better the next race."

Miami

Natasha got spun out due to an engine failure. She hit another guardrail and was out of the race. She clenched her steering wheel as she took it out and got out of the car.

Her car wasn't able to get the upgrades her fathers did, so... she was struggling.

As she made her way back to the paddocks. She ripped her helmet off and balaclava. "Natasha! What happened back there!?" The reporters asked her.

She turned and looked at them. "Just an engine failure. Can't win them all." She said with a soft smile.

Emilia Romagna

Natasha was actually doing really well. She was in fourth and was pushing to take her father out of third. He then passed Mina knocking her to 3rd.

Natasha tried to overtake Kina, but Minas defensive driving was the best out of the rookies. She tried pushing but then, her electrical went out. She went off the track and slammed into the guardrail.

She groaned as she stayed in the car. "Natasha, are you okay?" Her team principal asked.

"I'm sorry... " she said as she unclipped her steering wheel and got out as emergency services arrived.

It was embarrassing.

She felt like crying. She just kept her helmet on and stayed silent when she got back to the paddock. She didn't even go see her parents make the podium.

She finally took her helmet off and at there in her drivers room. She rubbed her neck and sighed. She just got changed and headed out to go home when she saw the other juniors chit chatting.

"Hey Natasha!" Mina said as she ran over. Natasha stopped and looked at her. "Yes?"

"Wanna go out to dinner with us? We're going to have some fun!" She said as if not realizing Natasha was in a bad mood.

"No... I'm not in the mood right now. I'm not feeling good." She said.

"That's because she sucks." Another driver said. A senior driver who finished. She glared at him as he looked at her. She ignored him and looked at Mina.

"Thank you though." She said as she turned to walk away.

"Just gonna walk away? Can't even defend herself." The other driver said. Natasha paused, she yelled at herself in her head to keep walking.

"What? Can't handle the pressure of the legends? You're just here to find a racer husban-" suddenly her backpack hit his face. He fell over.

She lunged at him and punched. "I'm not here to find me a damn husband! I'm here to be the first woman to get that world champion title!" He stood up and was about to get in her face when suddenly Clara placed a hand on the guys shoulder.

"Do you really want to deal with the backlash of hitting her?" Clara said. Natasha started at this giant blonde towering in front of her. The guy shoved her off and walked down the pit lane.

Natasha just walked past them and headed to her car. There was too much going on. Suddenly, the paparazzi were there. They took pictures of her crying face, and asked such awful questions.

She just covered her face and ignored them as she got to her car. She got into the drivers seat and gripped the wheel. She yelled at her wheel and sighed.

She just started her car as she was getting ready, she felt her phone vibrate.

Dad: nat are you okay? Where are you? We just got out of media duties.

Me: in my car heading home

Dad: we were gonna go out to eat with you. What's wrong?

Me: you already know why

Natasha drove to the hotel. She opened her room door and teared up as she stepped in. She turned the TV on and saw her name on the screen, and her accident.

"Natasha was one of the most highly anticipated drivers of this season. Then she comes in, and bombs it. She has never really placed in the top ten, and keeps crashing. She is also tarnishing the good name of Ferrar-"

She zoned out as she listened. She stared at the TV as she heard the hotel room door open. Bucky and Sam quickly ran over and turned off the TV.

All the senior racers were going to go out to celebrate but these two knew better. Bucky pulled her into a hug, which she didn't return.

She pushed Bucky away and just went to her room. Sam grabbed her arm gently. "You need to talk to us... talking to us will make it better, letting it fester up in you is not going to make it any better."

"Why do you Care..." she said as she pulls arm away. Sam looks at her shocked.

She had tears in her eyes. "It's the same. It has been for the past three months I've been racing with Ferrari. You win, and I'm in the bottom 3." She nodded and walked to her room.

Sam stood there and watched her close her door. Sam sat down and sighed. Bucky was about to go over to her room. "Don't Bucky..."

Bucky stopped. "She isn't going to talk to us." Sam said as she looked out the window. He thought about what could be wrong as he heard Bucky sit next to him.

"Are we failing our daughter?" Sam said. Bucky shook his head. "No... there is a problem and were just trying to figure it out."

Sam sighed and stared at his hands.

He just wanted to solve the problem.