Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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Natasha for to Clara hotel and got her up to her room. She got her on the couch and placed the medicine on the counter. She sighed and grabbed her phone, and texted her parents.

Me: I'm alive. At Clara's hotel. She need some help, but she should be fine for next race. Let her team principal know.

Father : got it. How is she? Are you okay?

Dad: 👍

Me: I'm good. She's a little loopy and disoriented, but the doctor said to make sure she drinks more water, and rests for this week.

Father: okay. Let us know if you need anything. Did the paparazzi see her and has Peggy been informed?

Me: no paparazzi saw her, and I'm about to call Peggy.

Dad: okay. She might be a bit frazzled, but don't worry.

Me: gotcha

Natasha put her phone down and walked over to Clara who was close to passing out. "Hey, can I see your phone. I need to call your mom." Natasha said.

Clara Just handed her her phone and laid down without another word. "I need your password..." Natasha said.

"71073..." Clara said.

Natasha inputted it, and looked for Peggy's number. She pressed mom and held the phone to her ear.

"Clara?! I just got out of a meeting. Someone said something happened. Are you okay?" A British woman said over the phone.

"Oh... hi Ms. Carter. This is Natasha, Bucky and Sam's daughter." Natasha said as she motioned Clara to sit up, and helped her get out of her racing jumpsuit.

"Oh Natasha! Hi. I'm assuming since you're talking to me on my daughters phone, that means something happened on the track." Peggy said.

"Yeah... she had a medical emergency. She had either a heat stroke or an extreme case of heat exhaustion to the point she had a seizure. She's okay, she still can race. She's a bit delirious but she can talk." Natasha said as she opened the duffel bag and pulled a tank top onto Clara.

"Can you put me on speaker please?" Peggy said.

"Yes." Natasha placed the phone on speaker.

"Clara? Sweetheart.... Are you okay?"

"Hi mum, I'm okay... sore and tired. But I'm okay. I've had some help so, don't worry too much." Clara said as Natasha handed her shorts to put on.

"Okay good. Do you need me to come to Canada right now?" Peggy said as she shuffled some things on her desk.

"No. I got help over here, and you're busy. I'll see you in either Austria or Silverstone. Okay?"

"Alright darling. I'll see you then. I love you." Peggy said as she sat down at her desk.

"Love you too mom."

Natasha held the phone and took her off speaker. "Do you need anything ma'am? Anything from me, or ...."

"I have two things I need you to do. Make sure my daughter rests while helping her, and put number into your phone. In case something happens again and I'm not there, I need you notifying me." Peggy said as she pulled out her computer.

"Is it appropriate for me to have the Co-CEO phone number on my phone?" Natasha said surprised.

"Normally no. As a racer it's not a good look, but... you're my daughters friend and someone who saved her life. Well... I have to go. Thank you again. I'll sent my regards to your parents as well." Peggy said with a soft smile.

"No problem. Bye ma'am."

"Goodbye." Peggy hung up and Natasha helped Clara finish getting dressed. "Need anything?" Natasha asked Clara.

Clara shook her head. "Nah... I'm okay." She said as she noticed Natasha was still in her racing jumpsuit.

"I got clothes in my room you can wear. You don't have to stay in the jumpsuit." Clara said.

Natasha just chuckled. "Clara... do you think your 6'0 selfs , clothes are gonna fit me?" Clara shrugged.

"Go pick something out. Maybe it will."

Natasha sighed and looked at the blonde. Yes... she was hot in this jumpsuit, she was not comfortable, and it wasn't a bad idea. "Fine."

Natasha got up and went into her room and looked through the clothes that looked like they could fit giants.

Eventually, Natasha found a tank top and shorts she could wear. She walked out and saw Clara laying the couch using her arm to cover her face. "You alright there?"

"Yes I am. Just feeling awful." She said as she moved her arm and glanced at Natasha. "Nice pick." Natasha rolled her eyes as she grabbed Clara her meds.

"Here. Take these. I'm gonna order us some food." She said calmly as she motioned for Clara to sit up.

Clara listen and took the meds and glanced at Natasha. Natasha could've gone ahead and would've won the race, but... she stayed back and helped her.

Clara cleared her throat as she looked at her. "Why didn't you just go ahead... you were going to beat me." She said.

Natasha looked at her surprised by this question. "I... hm. How do I phrase this. I sensed something was wrong. Your driving was off and I knew I had to stick behind you. And I'm glad I did. A racers life is more important than winning a Grand Prix... if you were in worse condition, and I won, I would feel shitty." Natasha said as she smiled softly.

Clara chuckled to herself and sighed. "You're kind. You know that right?"

Natasha chuckled and sighed. "I was raised like that. Being kind is easy.... Plus it's easy to look out for those care for you." Natasha stood up and wrapped a blanket around Clara's shoulders.

"I'm gonna order sushi. Any objections?"
Natasha said as she pulled out her phone.

"Nope. Not one." Clara said as she watched her walk to the other room to make the call. Clara eventually looked out the window and gripped the blanket slightly.

She felt her face get a little bit hotter. She was blushing a bit. She just covered her face with the blanket and groaned.

"I'm so stupid."