Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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"Formula One Driver Sam Wilson is in critical Condition after experiencing Engine Fire: Ferrari Team Principal Resigns after accident."

Bucky stayed right by Sam's side for the next two days. The next race was cancelled due to the amount of racers involved, and the issue with Ferrari basically not having much of a team.

Sam was now able to sit up. It was painful, but he was able to sit up after a few days. There were mornings where Sam just didn't have energy, and there were mornings when he was ready to try moving.

As sam sat up, he saw Bucky sitting by his side, and Natasha was asleep on the couch under a blanket. All of the juniors were also asleep by the couch with her.

Sam lifted his arm and winced as he looked at the burns that covered his arm. He hated how they looked.

He saw his legs covered in bandages. He couldn't move them. He sat there and realized that everything was over. He knew he was done the moment he hit the wall.

He lean forward but cringe in pain and laid back against his pillow. As he was getting used to the painful silence, he heard Bucky shift in his chair.

He turned and met the eyes of a waking up Bucky. Bucky's eyes widened. "Sam..." sam motioned for him not to be too loud and wake up juniors on the couch.

Bucky just pulled him into a hug. Sam broke down as he felt Bucky holding him.

Sam held onto him as Bucky kissed his head. "I'm done, Bucky..." Bucky knew that already... but it hurt him every time he had to hear it.

"I know..." he said as he held his a little tighter. Bucky pulled from the hug and looked at him. He held Sam's hand in his.

"How do you feel?" Bucky asked him. Sam looked at his legs that he couldn't feel. "I feel... as if my identity has been taken from me." He said as he thought to slamming into that wall.

"Now... I have these terrible scars and burns, I can't race anymore..." Sam said tearing up. "I gotta figure this shit out and I don't want to." Sam said as the accident kept replaying in his mind over and over again, haunting his mind like a nightmare.

He was only feeling somewhat grounded because of Bucky. Bucky looked at him and kissed his cheek. "I think it's time... for me to retire..." Bucky said to him.

Sam looked at him and smiled softly and sighed. "You can't retire yet..." Sam said. Bucky looked confused. "What?"

"I won't let you retire." Sam said.

"But... I cant Just leave you to go race." Bucky said looking at him. "We are husbands, we are married... when this happened to you I decided I needed to take care of you."

Sam smiled sadly and rubbed his cheek. "You are so precious... but Bucky. We have a daughter. We have a girl who is an F1 racer who needs competition. She will soon outrace all of those kids around her. You are the bar that has been set for her...."

Bucky was going to say something but stopped as Sam started to say something else. "It's also not fair for me to ask you to drop your whole career to take care of me.... You are a racer, you need to be on a track. You're you when you race... " Sam said as he looked at his new burns.

"Sam."

"You're not retiring Bucky. You have at least one more championship in you. I want you to get 12 after this 11...." Sam said as he looked at him.

Bucky knew Sam was being serious about this. He sighed and just looked at him, making sure he was sure.

Sam just nodded. "I want to see my two champions up there... so, if doing it for yourself isn't enough... do it for me." Sam said as tears went down his face.

Bucky knew this was hard for Sam. Losing one of the main things that he lived for in a day. Bucky looked down at Sam's hands and held them gently in his.

He just nodded as he held back his tears. "Okay... for you, and our daughter." Bucky said as he looked at Sam's wedding ring.

Sam just squeezed his hand as he started to fall back asleep. He was tired from sitting up for so long. "It's gonna be okay." Sam said.

Bucky nodded. "Okay."

"I'm surprised she didn't get ahead of you... cause if she did, that would've been bad." Bucky said.

"I know... that's why I tapped her tire." He said as he glanced at Bucky. Buckys eyes widened.

"If she overtook me as my engine caught fire, she wouldn't have walked away from the accident. I would've been fine... her... not so much." Sam said calmly as he looked at his daughter sleeping on the couch.

"You hit her on purpose..."

"Yep. I clipped her into the softer barricades and I took the concrete wall." Sam said with a sad smile.  Bucky couldn't believe it... he teared up and held his hand tighter.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Never. She doesn't need another think to beat herself up. Let's just leave it as an accident that was my fault."

A few hours later, all the juniors besides Natasha were ushered out as a physical therapist came in. "Hello Mr. Wilson, we're going to do a final Eval to see if you have any chance of walking, and see if you will need either a wheel chair or at least a cane." He said.

Bucky helped Sam sit on the edge of the bed. "Okay..."

Bucky removed the blanket off his legs and helped him stand up. Sam stood up but gripped Bucky's arms in pain.

Bucky held him up. "Try and take one step..." he said reassuringly. Sam lowered his head and shook his head.

"I... I can't." He said as the pain shot through his body. The physical therapist nodded and helped him back onto his bed.

"I know all I need to know."