Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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The next day the juniors and seniors had interviews to do. Natasha didn't want to do them, but she had to.

She pulled her Ferrari shirt on, let her long hair down, and put her Pirelli hat on. She left.

She got down to the interview room. She was seated next to Clara on her left, and then Mina on her right. The boys were on the far right.

Natasha took a seat while putting her microphone on. The others were doing the same. As she took her seat, her fathers came in along with Stephen Strange, Tchalla and some others. They sat randomly.

Sam and Bucky were sat in front of her.

Natasha fidgeted with her nail polish as the interview started.

"Welcome to our first main interview of this season! It is wonderful seeing Bucky and Sam still racing along with these new faces, including their daughter Natasha." She looked up and waved with a slight smile.

"Now, first question. Bucky how do you feel about being on your way to being the world champion again this season? This will be your 11th world title." Bucky chuckled.

"It's once again, a wonderful feeling. It's exciting holding the world record, with my husband coming up in tow with 8. It's very exciting." Bucky said as he messed with his rings.

"Sam?"

"It's funny being married to the world champion, the greatest of all time if I have to say...." He looked at Bucky. "... plus I get to see the trophies at home next to mine." He said getting a laugh out of the crowd.

"Do you intend to retire anytime soon?" Sam shook his head. "Nope! Not at all."

"Alright, Mina! You are the first rookie to ever place so high in the past GPs compared to anyone. We were half expecting Ms. Natasha to
Be doing that." He said with a chuckle.

Mina didn't laugh at that. "It's an honor to be able to do so well. I have a wonderful car, a wonderful team, and a great mentor as well. As for Ms. Natasha, she is having a rough start but we all do. There's no need to point it out."
Mina said with a smile.

Natasha glanced at Mina and mouthed thank you. Mina nodded.

"Natasha, can you give us any reason as to why your performance is doing so poorly." She looked at the interviewer and then saw her team principal sitting behind him with his arms crossed.

"I cannot answer that question really well. I'm not particularly sure what I'm doing wrong, but I'm going to be having a conversation with our team to see what is going on, and see if I can get back up where I want to work towards." She said with a smile.

"That answer is not suitable."

Everyone looked at him surprised. "You are in a good team, a good car, you're racing alongside your father. You should be able to tell what you're doing wrong... right?" Natasha frowned at that question.

He was baiting.

"Just because my circumstances are good doesn't mean I know what's wrong." She said quickly.

"Hm. Do you truly even know what you're doing, or did you get where you are simply because well... your parents are legends."

Natasha snapped.

Bucky was about to tell the interviewer off in a professional way when Natasha just chuckled.
Everyone looked at her as she sighed and looked at him with a seriously look on her face.

"It's funny how... the FIA allows people who have never raced a day in their life to interview racers." She said as she glared at him.

"I am qualified-"

"Have you ever driven a formula one car going 300 miles per hour for on average 50-72 laps..." she said cutting him off.

"No but-"

"Then you run it, and tell me what you think is going on. Cause apparently it's that easy. Right? Cause you an interviewer with a cushy, non physically demanding, lame job can clearly tell me how to drive." She said with anger.

"Ma'am-"

"I am trying. I am trying to put on a good show. Apparently no one understands I'm dealing with. So, before you start telling me it's east you do it." She said as she leaned back in her chair.

Clara looked at her shocked. Camera flashes took off rapid fire. She shook her head and kept her head down.

"You are very rude."

"Oh I'm rude? Then maybe don't ask me fucking rude questions." She said. The interviewers all went into an uproar.

She didn't care at this point. She just wanted to go home and sleep this nightmare away. She had thought she was in a nightmare of sorts. She saw her parents glancing at her. They had looks of worry on their faces.

She smiled fakely as she then looked ahead. She was going to say something when her phone buzzed.

Principal: Paddock. Now.

She saw her team principal getting up.

She got up, excused herself from the interview and headed to the paddock. She walked in and saw her principal there.

"Are you kidding me?" He said with anger in his voice. She took her hat off and looked at him. "What did you think was going to happen?"

"You are supposed to be the sweet and kind driver. Not whatever the hell that was!" He yelled. She scoffed and sat down.

"I am not the PR girl of this team! I am a Racer... I am being treated unfairly, and I'm getting tired of it!"

"You are the number two driver! That is your place! You need to understand that! You will never be a world champion just because your fathers are DOESNT mean you will!" He yelled.

She stood up and glared. "You did the same thing to Carol." She said. He looked at her and frowned.

"You tell me the Same thing you told her. I was going to overtake my dad and you told me no. You gave me an old shit car and I tell you, you ignore me. I've crashed four times this season!" She said tearing up with anger.

"No one is listening to me. I am a good driver, but you all treat me like nothing!" She said as she felt herself hyperventilating.

"You're off the team. I can't have drivers who whine and complain." She stumbled slightly as she couldn't breathe.

He walked past her and went to the press conference, leaving her there.

Unable to breathe.