Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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"So! Today, one of questions for Natasha is, what does it feel like to be the main symbol of hope for black girls all around the world who want to be formula one racers, or women in Motorsport." The interviewer said.

Natasha thought. "I think it's a honor, but it's also a challenge. I know as the first and only blank woman in f1 is really a hard play because I am messing around in uncharted territory. All I know is that when they get here, I hope life is a bit better for them, and I hope they aren't treated like how I have been recently."

The interviewer knew where Natasha was coming from. She was the only black female reporter in that room.

"Thank you. Now, I have my answer to this question, but do you see yourself beating your father record? And do you see yourself becoming world champion?" She asked.

"Yes. I will be a world champion. Someone is going to beat my dad, and it will be me."

Whispers and murmurs filled the room. Natasha didn't care. She was who she was and she was doing to prove them wrong.

"I believe you can do it."

Natasha looked at the reporter and smiled softly. "I like you. Can I get your contact info after this?" Natasha asked, which got the room chatting again. The reporter smiled.

"Of course!"

After asking the other other drivers some technical questions, it came down to the fun questions. "So! Who is everyone taking to the gala this evening?"

"I am going with my fiancé." Clara Said with a smile.

"I'm going with a friend of mine." Mina said as she vibrated in her seat, itching to leave this conference.

"I'm going with Anthony." Kylo said as he looked at Natasha.

"I am going alone." Natasha said.

The conference finished and the drivers left to get to their hotel rooms to get ready.

Clara was wearing a blue gown, and jewels worn by the queen. She had a diamond bracelet and pearl earrings.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She clenched her fists as attendants gathered a sheer cloak for her to wear. They wrapped it around her shoulders as they helped her stand.

Peggy was standing there watching. Peggy was worried why her daughter just looked so upset.

"Clara..."

"I'm okay mom." She said as she pulled flats on. Peggy noticed... her daughter loved to wear heels.

"Why aren't you wearing heels?"

"His royal highness doesn't want me taller than him. So... I'm going along with it." She said calmly. Her dress was long so no one would be able to tell.

As she finished the prince came in. "Ah Clara... you look delightful!" She turned and smiled.

"Thank you dear." She said as he extended his hand to her. She took his hand and walked out with him. Peggy stayed there and knew something was wrong...

Kylo stayed by Natasha's room. "Paloma?"

She put on a black lipstick and she stepped out. Kylos eyes widened. "Oh wow." She had a floor length red and black dress where the colors faded into each other.

She had her hair down and red liner on her eyes as she had rose earrings dangling from
Her ears. She pulled on her heels.

"Looks bad?" She said as she stood up as Bucky walked over and helped her out on two bracelets. "Not at all-"

She smiled and extended her hand to him. "Walk me to my car?"

Kylo didn't think Natasha understood the charm she had. She could bend anyone to her will with a simple glaze. Sometimes even powers higher than her parents...

"Of course."

She waved to her parents and then walked with Kylo to the lobby where the paparazzi was. Her and Kylo were matching. They were labeled as the dynamic duo that now threatened to strike fear in everyone.

They were a threat to the champion. And the two loved it. Kylo helped her into her car as his car pulled up. She looked at him as she stayed outside of the car.

"Lemme know if you want to leave early. Okay?" She nodded. He smiled softly and patted her hand as he pulled away and closed her car door as his car pulled up.

He got in and looked at Anthony. Anthony took his hand into his and smiled. "Looking nice."

Kylo held his hand back and smiled. "Thank you."

The racers arrived. Mina arrived first with a rather famous date. Her date was an Olympian. Her name was Aoife McMahon. She was a boxing champion, and a gold medal Olympian. Everyone was rather shocked by her presence, but at the same time not.

Sam and Bucky arrived as well. They were wearing tuxes. Buckys was black and bedazzled, and had a small cape look while Sam's had a red gradient coming up showing off there fact he was Ferrari. The crowds went wild seeing them. (Of course. They're the most popular couple of F1).

Anthony and Kylo arrived together. Rumors started almost immediately of there possibly being a romance, but of course those two were not gonna confirm a thing.

Clara then arrived with his Royal Highness. She smiled and waved as she held his hand. He waved as well as the two walked up the steps to the gala. Clara looked radiant, but she wasn't the focus of the party for much longer.

Natasha arrived.

She stepped out and walked up the steps, pausing for photographs. She smiled and waved as she looked glorious.

Reporters asking Natasha for different poses, asking her to turn towards them, asking her questions. All the attention was on her.

She was on the pole the following day, and she was currently the racer who everyone had their eyes on.

She gathered that attention, and made it known she was the focus, not this stupid prince who decided to get involved in an industry he doesn't understand.

Natasha started to walk past Clara. She glanced at her. "Your highness..." she continued up as the camera flashes followed her.

Clara felt as if she was stabbed in the chest. "Nat..." she never wanted to hear those words from her lips.

Natasha was fine with cutting off people...

Especially if she felt used.