Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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Natasha and the other racers pulled onto the track.

The cars sat and waited for the lights to turn green. The lights went and then the racers made their way down the track.

The race was going well. Natasha was gaining on Bucky but had to slow down in the turn. She attempted trying to overtake him, but he wouldn't let her.

He pushed and made some distance between the two. Clara then started to battle Natasha for second. Natasha didn't let her pass, but she had to be on guard.

Around lap 45, Clara over took Natasha and stayed in front of her. Natasha stayed right on her. She didn't think Clara was going to try and overtake Bucky so, kept battling for second again.

The final lap arrived. The racers were scrambling. On the final straightaway, Clara suddenly pulled besides Bucky and was pushing it. Natasha then pushed it to try and see if she could get something.

Bucky and Clara were neck and neck. Clara pushed the gas and crossed the finish line with Bucky, and Natasha was right behind them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Clara put on such a fierce race we can't even tell who won! It is up to the FIA to replay and see who won!"

The cars pulled into the pit lane. Clara parked her car. She couldn't believe it as her, bucky, and Natasha had to wait to see who got where.

Sam chimed into Claras radio. "Good race! Good job! Oh my gosh- knowing how these races go, you probably got 2nd, but impressive job!" Sam said.

Clara chuckled tiredly. "Thank you! Very excited!" She said as she waited to hear the result.

Sam sat in his paddock waiting....

Suddenly. The leaderboard updated. The top three couldn't see the results.

Clara was on top. She gasped as she saw it. Sam cheered. "YOU DID IT CLARA! YOU DID IT! OH MY GOSH-"

Clara started to cry as she rolled her car into the first place spot. "WE DID IT!" She parked her car, got out, and stood on the hood of her car and threw her fists to the sky. She cried under her helmet as she took it off.

Bucky congratulated her as he pulled into the second place spot. "Congrats kid!" He said as he fist bumped her shoulder gently. She smiled and chuckled as she wiped her eyes.

She put her first place hat on.

Natasha pulled her car into third. She didn't get out for a minute. "Natasha?" Maria said to her. Natasha stared at her wheel and then got out.

"Talk to me ki-" Natasha took her helmet off as she placed it on its older. Bucky walked over and hugged her congratulating her.

She didn't react. "Natasha?"

She just put her third place hat on and went over to the room that Clara was in. She couldn't look at her, or she would cry.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! For the first time ever in F1, the British anthem is being played!" The telecaster said as Clara stood on the first place podium. Her eyes were closed and she smiled as the anthem played.

"We don't think Ms. Carter understands what she has done! She has just beaten THE Bucky Barnes. A 10 time world champion! She is the first woman to do this, the first British Driver to win a GP, the first woman to get first since Maria Hill, the first woman to break Barnes streak that he has had since his husbands retirement, and is the first woman to ever win Silverstone!"

Clara was handed her trophy. She raised it to the sky and fist bumped the sky once more. The world was looking at her.

The British had their champion.

The others received their trophies. Then came the champagne spray. Bucky sprayed Clara as she opened her arms, basking in the glory of her win.

Natasha sprayed her as well, and then sipped a bit of the champagne and then left the podium. She walked to the Red Bull garage where Maria was waiting for her, along with Kylo.

"Nat-" Natasha walked right past them, putting the trophy on the counter and rushed to her drivers room before she burst into tears. She closed the door and stared at the wall.

She walked over to her couch and sat down. She grabbed her pillow and yelled into it. She cried as she sat there.

She pushed and pushed and pushed and she couldn't get anything she wanted.

A first podium.

Beating her father.

All she got was into crashes, and pulling people from wrecks, or feeling guilty for being the reason someone crashed.

All she got was people in the media bullying her, harassing her, and telling her to disappear from the sport.

Her dream was to the first woman to beat her own father. Oh she could already hear the articles being written, saying she is just a random racer who couldn't handle being in the top two.

She got up and punched her wall. She was so angry with herself. She hit the wall again and again under her knuckles were red.  She sat back down and just wiped her hands and stayed there for who knows how long.

After awhile there was a knock on her door. She glanced at the door and saw Clara, with that bright smile. The smile of a woman who accomplished something no other woman could do.

Her smile disappeared when she saw how sad Natasha was. "Nat?"

Natasha just unzipped her racing suit and ignored her. She didn't want to yell at her. "Are you okay?"

Natasha paused and chuckled slightly before she looked at her hands. "Why do you Care?" She said as she looked at her.

Clara looks at her shocked by the response. "What?" Natasha stayed where she was, she clenched her fists, holding back tears. She didn't want to blow up at Clara...

"Did I do something?"

Natasha blanked and looked at her.

"Yes..."