Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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"Wont even let me talk to my granddaughter?" He said as he looked at the two.

"You lost that privilege a long time ago." Bucky said as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge.

"I guess I did..."

"Why aren't you with your dying wife? I imagine that would be so much better then you sitting here and starting to argue with me." Bucky said as he walked back into the room and sipped some of his drink.

"She asked me to personally come get you and to drive with you to the hospital." He said.

"Ah... so she's trying to fix things 20 plus years too late?" Bucky said with some of his attitude in his tone.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm just listening to your mother." His father snapped. Bucky nodded slightly and sighed.

"This is my house... dad. So, I won't be taking any tone from you. I have my husbands family upstairs along with 4 junior racers upstairs. So, I will not tolerate any attitude from you." He said as Rebecca came downstairs.

"Doesn't mean you have to be mean to him." She said as she sat down next to her father. Bucky watched her go and sit down.

"Becca, respectfully, be quiet. This conversation as nothing to do with you. You are both here because I was kind enough to let you both stay. Now! I'm regretting it. Telling me how to act in my own damn house..." he mumbled as he went back into the kitchen to throw away his bottle.

It all felt like Deja vu. A cruel reminder of his life years ago.

He took a deep breath and walked back out. His father got up with Becca's help. He was getting old...

He looked at his son and frowned. "I'm only here cause your mother has requested us to see each other at least once more before she dies. I didn't want to see you... I don't want to see you." Bucky stayed silent as he father went upstairs.

He just held his head, starting to grip his hair in frustration, as Sam walked over and hugged him tightly. Bucky hid his head into his shoulder and held onto him tight. "He'll be gone tomorrow..." Sam said.

Bucky just nodded slightly and took some deep breaths.

The next morning, Bucky pulled a black button up on, and pulled his jacket on as the rain picked up. He walked out to his car and started it. He was going ahead of his father and Rebecca so he could talk to his mother, alone.

He drove to the hospital and parked. He checked in and headed up to her room. He knocked and then entered slowly. He sat his mother sitting up with a beanie on.

She looked at him and smiled weakly. "My son..." he felt his heart ache as he walked closer to the bed. He took his hat off and looked at her.

"My my... you got much bigger." She said with a chuckle. She motioned him to come closer to her. He listened and sat by her bed.

She felt his face and smiled a bit. "Oh wow... you got some gray hairs. Oh you are my handsome son..." she said softly. Bucky felt as if... this was a completely different woman from all those years ago.

He didn't really have any words. "Ah... I'm sorry. I forgot, you don't like touch." She said with a soft smile.

He sat back as he looked at her. "I... I dont mind Now. It's okay." He said. She nodded and fiddled with her fingers.

"How are you? How is the family? Is the family here?" She asked curiously.

"Sam will be here later with Natasha." He said as he noticed her eyes light up. "Good good... I have a gift for each of them." She said with a bright smile.

Buckys heart broke. This was his mother... this was the woman he remembered before everything went to shit. "So how are you honey?" She asked.

"I-I'm... okay." He said as he tried to himself composed. She looked at him and knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"I..." he teared up slightly. "Where was this woman when I needed her?" He said starting to break down. She let him vent. "Like... I don't understand. You're so different from when you left me.... Now you want to see me, you're treating me as if I'm your own flesh and blood! Where was this when I needed you." He said as tears fell.

She knew at some point he was going to ask. She sighed and looked her hands. "She was abused as well... she was locked inside of herself and felt helpless..."

"Then why did you stay married to dad?" He said.

She showed him her ring less finger. "Hun... I divorced your father the night we parted ways. I needed to let him go. I needed to find myself. Sadly... it took me too long before I could make things better between us." She said as she met his shocked gaze.

"W-why didn't you call me? Or... or anything like that?" He said feeling so confused. She looked at him and then back at her hands.

"I didn't want to interrupt you during your racing season, which I've watched all of, and... and I thought it would be better for me to keep my distance. I've had cancer since the beginning of your season, and didn't want to burden you with that." She said as she looked at him once again.

Tears went down his face. He covered his face and teared up more.

"I've been watching your races... I've been going to therapy. I've been doing my other hobbies, I've been reintroducing myself to me. And I'm back... sadly I'm getting to the end of my life and can't fix everything with you..." she said as she teared up. "... so..."

She reached over and held his hand. He squeezed it as he uncovered his face.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."