Final Lap - Sambucky AU

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The party continued and Natasha found herself dancing with Kylo, Anthony, and Mina (And Mina's date), for the rest of the night.

Natasha continued dancing until she felt someone grab her wrist. She recognized it and yanked her arm away as she turned and met Clara's gaze.

"What?"

Clara looked as if she was going to cry. "I-I'm sorry..." she said. People danced around the two of them.

"Oh so you know you did something wrong?!" Natasha said as she continued to look at her. Clara took a deep breath and nodded.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't tell you why." Clara said as she looked at her worried.

"Ah... I see, what did I expect? Go enjoy spending time with your Prince... since you thought leading me on was such a good experience." Natasha as she started to turn.

"Wait! What? No! I didn't lead you on!"

Natasha snapped back around and looked at her. "Then prove it to me!" Natasha said. Clara was about to say something when someone grabbed her hand.

It was the Prince. He held her hand and kissed her cheek. "I was looking for you! Everything okay?"

Clara looked at him and then her. "I..." Natasha nodded as she looked at her.

"Everything's fine. I was just wishing her a good race tomorrow." Natasha turned and walked through the crowd where the others were.

Clara teared up as she watched Natasha walk away. She looked at the Prince with anger and sadness. "I... why? Why do you need to do this to me."

"I need a queen."

Natasha sat on the side while everyone slow danced. She watched everyone when suddenly Bucky walked over as he sipped some champagne.

"Wow... you are having so much fun on the side." He said as he glanced at her.

"Wow. Just love the sarcasm." She said.

"You got it from me." He said as he placed his champagne on a table close to him as he undid his tie.

"What's going on with Clara?" He asked. Natasha looked at him with an annoyed look.
"Oh wow drama. Let your old man in on the teen drama." he said as he stood next to her.

She sighed. "During break... when we went to that dance, she basically almost kissed me, she's done that more than once. I thought maybe I met a person that actually liked me, but I was wrong. She just up and left, and is getting married to a prince." She said as she watched Clara dance with the prince.

Bucky looked over and sipped his champagne as he looked at Clara who's expression was fake. Her smile, fake. All of it.

His mind wandered back to when he protected Sam years ago. He did the same thing to keep Sam safe from the backlash of possibly losing him on the track.

Bucky looked at Natasha. "Don't give up on her yet." He said. She looked at him shocked. "What?"

"You heard me. Don't give up on her. Out of all the people you've been interested in or dated, she has been the most genuine." He said as he looked at her who looked confused.

"I went through the same thing with your father. It just took a conversation to get through our confusion." He said as he finished his champagne. He gently held her shoulder. "You gotta figure this out or you're going to lose a wonderful woman."

He smiled softly as he walked over to Sam, leaned down and kissed his cheek as Sam sat in his chair. "Dance with me?" Bucky whispered to him.

Sam looked at him and smiled softly. "Absolutely."

Natasha watched them and was now worried. She glanced at Clara as she stopped dancing. She stood alone as the prince went to talk to other people. He just left her in the middle of the dance floor alone.

Natasha saw this look of pain on her face. Natasha ended up walking over and took her hand into hers. "Dance with me?" Natasha suddenly said.

Clara's eyes widened. "Natasha..."

"I don't know what the hell is going on, but I hate that Prince, and I don't like seeing you dancing alone." Clara's eyes widened.

"So... will you dance with me?" Natasha said. Clara nodded.

"I know you like to lead, so go ahead." Natasha said encouraging her. Clara smiled slightly and pulled Natasha towards her and started to dance with her.

Natasha saw the prince walking over and flipped him off discreetly and continued to dance with Clara. Clara had a genuine smile on her face. Natasha saw the difference.

Natasha at that moment, Knew something was up. Natasha met her gaze. "Why are you torturing yourself..." she asked her.

Clara met her gaze and then averted it. "I... I can't tell you." This response made Natasha do frustrated.

Why can't you tell me?

Do you not trust me?

Did I do something?

Why can't—

Why...

"Why." Natasha said. Clara stopped dancing and looked at her. She had a slight panic on her face. "Because I can't." Natasha took a step back from her and nodded.

"I see..." Natasha felt like something was wrong, but what if Clara just didn't trust her anymore. Natasha just walked off the dance floor.

Kylo saw her leaving he started walking towards her, but she just raised her hand telling him to stop following her.

He paused and let her go. He turned and saw Clara standing there, looking as if she wanted to cry, but then got pulled into a dance with the prince.

Kylo knew something was wrong then.

Natasha got back to her room and teared up as she took her makeup. She was starting to cry as she took it all off. "This fucking sucks..." she said to herself.

She took her dress off and threw it into her closet. As she teared up she saw her riding gear. She then pulled jeans on, her protective jacket, and her boots.

She then walked down to her bike in the garage.