Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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The break ended. Natasha ended up spending the rest of it at headquarters. She spend a lot of time on the track, in the simulator.

Bucky and Sam barely saw her. They knew she wasn't doing well with the Clara news, but she didn't want to talk about it.

The next race was in the Netherlands. Her and Kylo were already there. Kylo watched Natasha work out. She was starting to talk some more.

Natasha was doing a pull up as he watched her. "Clara's racing today." Natasha finished her pull ups and lowered herself to the ground.

"I don't give a shit." She said as she grabbed a towel and wiped her neck and face.

"Since when?"

"Since she thought it was cool to bait me, and then get engaged to a prince the following day." She said as she changed her shirt, and then walked out. Kylo followed.

"What did she do?"

"She was about to kiss me and stopped. And then the next day, engaged to the fucking Prince she said she was not interested in." She said as she walked into her drivers room.

Kylo couldn't believe it. "Bro... that's not cool."

"No. No it's not." Natasha said as she grabbed her shower kit and walked into her mini bathroom.

"So... what are you gonna do in the race today then?"

"I'm getting pole today. Even if I don't win tomorrow, I'm getting pole." She said as she showered. Kylo was shocked by what he was hearing.

"Pole? You're gonna be faster than your dad?"

"Yea."

She got out, dried, and came out of her bathroom. She was wearing her under gear for her racing jumpsuit.

She pulled her race suit on and grabbed her shoes. Kylo sensed and anger in her she can use for motivation.

"Alright. Well, if you got beef with her, I got beef with her." He said with a smirk. Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. "Cool." She grabbed her helmet and headed out.

The two walked out to their car. Clara was walking with reporters smiling and walking to her pits.

Currently Bucky was on pole. And it was Natasha's turn. She was the last one.

She drove past the reporters and revved her engine as she continued to the track. Clara watched Natasha's car and sighed as she looked at the reporters.

Maria watched Natasha on the monitor. "You got this kid."

Natasha got onto the track and booked it. She raced the first sector .09 faster than Bucky. She then raced into the second sector. She turned the corners and eventually got out of the 2nd sector 0.02 faster than Bucky.

Bucky was sitting in the Ferrari garage with Sam watching.

Natasha turned the next corner and crossed that finish line in first.

She was .04 faster than Bucky. Bucky smirked and walked out of the Ferrari garage and walked down to the Red Bull garage where the pit was cheering. For the first time this season, Red Bull qualified 1 and 3.

Bucky qualified second and was between the two. Natasha pulled up and turned her car off and handed the mechanic her steering wheel. Bucky extended a hand to her. She grabbed it and stood up.

"First woman on the pole!" He said to her. Natasha lifted up her visor and nodded with a smirk.

"I'm showing you at some point I'll catch you.

"Oh I know you will." Bucky said.

She got out, pulled her helmet off and her balaclava. She was hugged by Maria who picked her up in the process.

"YOU DID IT!" Maria said with the proudest voice.

Natasha chuckled and nodded. "It could be better."

Clara sat in her garage as the prince strolled in. "Hello darling." He said. Clara frowned but then smiled.

"Hi." He sat down next to her.

"You're doing lovely." He said. Not about her racing, but about her acting. She knew this.

"Thank you." She said with a forced smile. He chuckled and stood. "Will I be attending the gala with you tonight?" He asked her.

"Why of course." She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Wonderful. I'll see you then." As he walked out he bumped into Natasha. The two of them fell to the floor.

"Shit..." Natasha said as she pulled herself up. He looked at her. She realized who he was and extended her hand to him.

"Your majesty."

"Ms. Natasha-"

"It's Ms. Barnes to you." She snapped. He stopped talking as she pulled her hand from him. She walked past him into the paddock over to her dad, ignoring Clara and sitting next to him.

Sam smiled and hugged her tight. "Look st you go!" He was so proud of her.

Natasha just smiled and hugged him. She was the first and only woman to get pole in formula, the first woman of color to do so, and the first American woman to do so as well.

The news outlets were praising her, and praising her efforts in dethroning Bucky's pole streak. For the first time she had praise in the media.

"Thank you dad. Well I gotta go get changed and head to the interviews." She kissed his cheek and rushed back to her paddock. He looked at his team proudly. "That's my kid!"

Natasha was in the conference room with the other drivers. Natasha was in a black tank top, black cargo pants, Jordan's, silver chains, silver earrings, and silver rings, and her a bit messy.

Mina was on her left and Kylo on her right. Kylo was in a way dressed similar to her. He was starting to dress a bit like her, and everyone loved it.

For the first time, Natasha saw a female black interviewer step up. "Natasha! I just wanted to congratulate you on your pole position today! Truly impressive today!" The woman said.

Natasha smiled and chuckled. "Why thank you. First time I've been complimented in here." She said as the room stayed quiet. It was the truth. She was never praised or cheered for in the interviews.

"Well, I'm cheering you on no matter what. I've been a fan of yours since you entered F1 this season. It's truly an honor to be able to talk to you here."

Natasha felt herself smile. She chuckled and looked at her hands slightly nervous.

"It's nice knowing I have a fan."