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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Following Team Orders ~ Abu Dhabi

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: This is it! The last chapter of Following Team Orders. There is an epilogue. Let me know if you want it sooner rather than later. Its been a joy to write this and I'm super sad its over. ~ A.D.R.

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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Andy Barber has never been a smug man. He was loyal and humble, working hard to be the best principle leader in F1. Sure, it was hard to leave his son Jacob during the school year but his ex-wife made sure he was taken care of. He was only proud when his son and his crew did well.

Except today.

Today, Andy was a smug little shit as he watched Lloyd Hansen squirm like the little weasel he is. The dirtbag has been a pain in Andy’s ass since he stole his way into his principalship with Mercedes away from Levinson three years ago. It really was a shame. Ari was a four-time world champion and knew his way around the tracks. Mercedes may have won with Hansen at the helm, but their integrity was ruined.

“Mr. Hansen,” the FIA official, Coulson, started, “we have some questions for you concerning video presented to us by Red Bull Racing.”

Lloyd looked like a trapped cat, eyes darting back and forth from official to Andy to Drysdale. He was looking for a way out. His heart stopped when security was at each door. He stood up straight and looked at Andy. “I’m sure that Mr. Sunshine here has something that is completely false.”

Andy smiled. “I thought you might say that.” He pulled out the tablet and hit play, spinning the screen around so Ransom and Lloyd could see.

“Well, the car is here,” Ransom said, looking it over. “Any idea on what to do to it?”

“We need it to fire and run like normal in the beginning.” Lloyd looked around and found a screwdriver. He uncovered a panel and pulled a hose. “So, what I’m thinking is to poke a hole in the fuel line and cover it with cheap tape. It’ll fire but as the race goes on, the tape will melt and fuel will leak. If we are lucky, the entire engine blows.”

“Could that kill him?”

Lloyd shrugs and smiles. “Do you care?”

“Not really.” Ransom gave him a devious smile. “I was practicing my fake concern. We should make sure we wipe down the car for prints.”

“Finally, you’re thinking with your brain instead of your dick. Good job, little buddy.”

“Anyone ever tell you, you’re an asshole?”

“All the time.”

“That is so interesting,” Coulson said. “A formal complaint was filed by Red Bull and Ferrari concerning your actions, Mr. Hansen. We’ve also contacted the owner of Mercedes and he will be meeting with you and us in a few minutes. Security will escort you there and your passes have been revoked to all garage and paddock areas. If you could follow Mr. Odinson, please,” gesturing to the blond security guard.

Lloyd sneered at Andy. “This isn’t over, Barber. The only reason that little bitch is even racing is because she has her daddy’s name, she has Rogers’s cock in her, and she was Drysdale’s whore. You know it and I know it. She wouldn’t be here, unless you are also tapping that ass.” Lloyd smirked and puffed his chest. “You, that pompous prick and slut princess will not take away all my hard work. I am Mercedes.”

Andy didn’t blink. He reared his arm and punched Lloyd in the face. Crimson billowed from his nose as Lloyd falls to the ground. “Don’t ever talk about my little girl like that ever again,” Andy growled. “She may not be my blood, but she is mine and you will do well to remember that. She earned her place here and when she becomes a champion, I hope you get to see it from a cell, serving time for attempted murder.”

The security guard hauled Lloyd up and took him out while he yelled in pain about needing a Vicodin. Coulson turned back to Ransom, who had gone pale. “Mr. Drysdale, concerning your actions...”

“I never touched the car,” Ransom started. “That was all Lloyd.”

“We can see that Mr. Drysdale, but you also didn’t say anything. The FIA directors don’t want an uproar with the fans with the last race of the season coming. Therefore, you are still racing but any award monies, perks, etc, will be void at the end of the season. If you win, your name will be listed as a champion, with an asterisk. However, the following season, you will be suspended for the year.”

“That’s not fair! I didn’t do anything!”

“You tagged three drivers this year that caused some serious injuries. Then this. You are lucky that is all that is happening to you. Mr. Wolff is waiting for you to join them.”

Ransom glared at Andy. “I will beat him tomorrow, and my name will be in the record books again.”

Andy smirked. “We’ll see about that. Have fun in that meeting.” He watched as Ransom’s face fell again and walked away with another security guard to the Mercedes area. Andy let out a breath and turned to Coulson. “Anything else?”

“No we just need statements from Adler, Storm, Stark and Barnes about their involvement in the set up. I’m glad that you had a spare car to set up and catch them. Makes me wonder who else they have tampered with to gain an edge.”

“I’m just happy that Fury is a conniving son of a bitch who thought of it.” Andy chuckled as he shook his head. “I need to talk to my drivers and oversee the packing to Abu Dhabi.”

“Not a problem. Thank you, Mr. Barber, for your cooperation.” The men shook hands and Coulson left.

News coming from the Mercedes camp that principal Lloyd Hansen has been fired effective immediately due to a change of direction within the team. This is coming from left field as we had not heard of any dissent from the team this year.

Drivers Ransom Drysdale and Lance Tucker are up for contract negotiations at the end of the season and with Hansen leaving, we’ll have to keep an eye out to see if this will impact negotiations or if the team decides to completely change their drivers. Especially since Drysdale is still in the hunt for his third consecutive championship as we end our season in Abu Dhabi. He and Steve Rogers are just one point apart, so the winner takes it all in our season finale.

Olivia has been woken up in different ways in her life. With water by her best friend, by being jumped on by her sister, sweetly by her parents. But her favorite way is the current way, with Steve currently lapping at her entrance. “Stevie,” she moaned.

“Morning Doll,” she could feel him smirk as he went back to work. He tasted, teased, took her apart with just his tongue. She squirmed and he pinned her down. “I’m just congratulating you again on your pole.”

“Stevie, please, I need to cum.”

“Let go beautiful. I love watching you cum.” He kept going, wanting to feel her channel clench around his tongue.

“Need. More,” she panted, crying out when Steve buried two fingers into her. He curled them into her spot, and it sent her flying over the edge. He worked her through it, slowing down gradually to make the orgasm lasts. When the tension finally released from her thighs, he kissed her skin until he was between her legs. He kissed her, knowing she could probably taste herself on his lips.

He grabbed his cock and swiped through her folds, catching her clit and she jolted. He chuckled before sliding in, watching her face contort with pleasure. He was slow, letting her feel every ridge, every vein of his cock against her walls but thrusting as deep as he could. She choked at the force but sighed at the mounting pleasure. Steve began to kiss her neck and behind her ear, knowing it was starting to drive her wild.

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to flip them over, never letting his cock out of her pussy, and begin to bounce on him. Her hands ran up her torso, stopping at her nipples and tweaking them, making her moan louder. “Hey,” Steve exclaimed. He batted her hand away from her chest. “Those are mine.” He thumbed them softly before pinching them hard, causing Liv to wail. He took one hand off and grabbed her hip to keep her moving.

He felt the familiar heat flash across his belly, signally his end was coming. “Fuck Liv, Doll, tell me you are close,” Steve pleaded with her.

“Just let go,” she panted as she sped up her hips.

“Baby, not before you,” he growled. He got both hands on her hips and pulled her down hard and he thrusted up, making Liv see stars. She cried out from the sinful pleasure as the coil in her belly coiled even more tightly. “Just. Let. Go,” he growled, punctuating with a hard thrust up on each word. Liv was lost, sobbing as her orgasm washing through her, gripping him tightly. She sagged forward, Steve quick to catch her to slow her fall onto his chest. Just a couple more snaps and he was done, his cum flooding her, making her warm from the inside.

The room was silent, bar the pants of breath coming from the couple as they calmed their hearts. Steve looked down his chest to see his favorite brown eyes looking back at him. “I’d say that’s the best way to start the season finale, don’t you think?”

Liv giggled as she pressed a kiss to his sweaty chest. “Couldn’t agree more, love.” He was still in her, leaving her feel satisfied and full until her phone rang. She groaned at the sound and Steve chuckled, moving carefully to reach for it.

“It’s Andy.”

She grumbled at the interruption but didn’t allow Steve to pull out. She gave him a wicked grin and answered. “There had better be a good reason for calling so early, Boss.”

“You’re wake up call is in 30 Olivia, don’t sass me. And don’t roll your eyes,” as she proceeded to roll them.

“You are worse than my dad sometimes.” She swiveled her hips slightly, make Steve close his eyes and clench his jaw to keep from moaning.

“I love you too. I need you to come down and meet with the officials again for about ten minutes. They need a statement about Drysdale for his case.”

Liv sighed. “Alone?” She bit her lip as Steve grazed her clit with his thumb.

“I’ll be there but yes. They need to speak to Rogers alone as well right after you.”

“Fine, I’ll shower and dress. But I want coffee.”

Andy chuckled. “Will have it ready.” He hung up and Liv looked at Steve.

“We have to give statements about Ransom. Separately.” She sighed. “I guess you have to get out of me now, which by the way, I now hate the feeling of you pulling out.” She sat up on his lap.

“Trust me, I know the feeling. I like you keeping me warm.” He jutted his hips up slightly, hearing her gasp at the fact that he was still half hard in her. “So, let’s shower.” He sat up and grasped her hips. She giggled as she wrapped her legs around him and he carried them into the shower. “No reason to separate just yet.”

As Steve walked into his own interview with the officials, Liv made her way to the café inside the lobby, looking for a refill on her coffee. She was in line when a cup was put in front of her. “Mocha?” She followed the hand to see Ransom standing next to her, a sad smile on his face.

“I can get my own,” she replied, turning back to face the line and counter.

“Please, Livie, I just want to talk,” Ransom pleaded with her.

Liv rolled her eyes. “Fine, you have two minutes.” She snatched the cup from his hands and headed to a table in the corner. She sat facing the door to watch for Steve.

“Have you talked to the FIA?”

“Yes.”

Ranson grimaced. “Can I ask about what you said?”

“The truth. About our relationship and how you asked me to come back. How I refused.” Liv took a sip to see if Ransom would say anything else. “What is it? Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“I just wanted to ask for a chance Liv. I know I messed up. I know that I ruined what we had but I’ve changed.”

“You’ve changed?” She scoffed. “You are exactly the same. I know you helped your sister get to Steve. I know that you saw Lloyd try and kill Steve by tampering with his car. I know that, somehow, you weaseled your way to stay in the race this weekend.”

“Liv, please.”

“No! Fuck you,” she seethed. “You broke me when you cheated with those moto-hos. You broke me when I was planning our future and you were flaunting the girls you were with. You are a selfish prick who helped someone try and kill the love of my life.” She was raging but trying to keep her voice low. “I forgive you for the past but not for that. Please don’t ever speak or approach me again unless it is for work. We are not friends, we will never be lovers again. Good bye Ransom.”

She pushed out of her seat and dumped the coffee in the trash. Steve was standing in the entry way, having seen Liv with Ransom. “Everything ok?”

She ran into his arms and buried her face into his chest. “I told him to fuck off and never speak to me again unless it was for work.” She looked up at him. “As I don’t have a ride for next year, it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll be your cheerleader not a driver.”

Steve smiled softly. “Ya, you will.” He kissed her gently. “C’mon beautiful, we got a race to finish.”

Abu Dhabi was the final race of the season and it was under the night stars. Fitting since it seemed like fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it was calling. The air was tense as Team Red Bull and Team Mercedes were batting for those final points and declare a champion.

Liv threw a wrench into the plan by qualifying on pole, Steve and Ransom right behind her. She knew today, she had to help Steve stay ahead of Ransom so he could earned more points and win his first championship. As she walked along the garages for the last time as a driver, Liv felt peace. She had done what she had set out to do. Win in Formula One. She didn’t have a ride, that was harsh but she did find love. A true love that she had studied and read about. And while their start was unconventional, their ending was just the beginning.

She walked and waved to the drivers that had become friends. Charles, Johnny, Chase, Sebastian, Lewis, Max, so many who stood by her during the darkest time of her career. It wasn’t a forever goodbye, as she planned on traveling with Steve, but it was a farewell to a dream.

As she approached her garage, a deep timber called out to her. “Miss Williams?”

“Yes?” She spun around to see Ari Levinson in front of her. He was a legend, a four time champion of the sport and the new head of Mercedes after Lloyd was dismissed. “Mr. Levinson.”

“Please call me Ari.” He offered his hand, and she took it.

“Olivia.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve been watching you all season Olivia. You are fantastic. A champion in the making.”

Liv blushed. “Wow, that means a lot, coming from you. My father was a fan of yours.”

“I was a fan of his.” He smiled. “I want to offer you something.”

“Ok,” she said. “What is it?”

“A spot. For next year.”

Liv was stunned. “I’m sorry Ari but...”

“Ransom and Lance are being let go of their contracts this year. We are rebuilding the team and I want you to be our new number one driver.”

“Me?” She squeaked.

Ari smiled. “I see a lot of potential and I think it would be a good fit. I’ve spoken to Andy, and he agrees. If he had a spot, it would have been yours already.”

“I’m honored, really, I just, I don’t know what to say.”

“Have a good race Olivia. We’ll talk after you have a chance to think. But, the future of Mercedes is yours. Especially since we are looking at Charles LeClerc as our second driver.” They shook hands again and Liv started to walk, no, float back to the garage.

Steve could see the faraway look on his girl’s face. It wasn’t her angry, thinking face, no, he’s seen that plenty of times this past year. No, this one was closer to the one he sees when she is about to reach her peak. That thought made him frown. Who was making his girl this happy? He took a step towards her until Sam stopped him and told him to get into the car. Guess that conversation would have to wait.

Bucky straps in Olivia, checking to make sure she’s ok. He clips on the radio. “Bug, can you hear me?”

“Copy.”

“Remember to breathe. If you can block safely, do it.”

“I got it Bucky.”

“But if you can win, then do it.” She twisted her head to look at him and he smirked. “It's been an honor to be your crew chief.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied. The engine was fired up and they were off to start the final race of the season.

It's smooth for the most part. Liv keeps everyone behind her until the pits stops when Ransom manages to get ahead of her. But not in front of Steve. Liv has a front row seat to the battle of the season as Steve and Ransom duke it out to be called the Formal One Champion. Liv is close but not close enough to pass. She sees a flash of a move. “Bucky?”

“Go Bug.”

“I think Ransom is getting ready to tag Steve. He’s drifting on the line.”

“Copy.”

Bucky relays the information to Sam. “Steve?”

“Go Sam.”

“Watch your six. It looks like Ransom might try and tag at the end of turn 12.”

“Shit. Copy.”

Steve watches his mirrors and can see what Liv saw. He’s off the racing line, just a fraction but into turn 12, it will hit his wheel and spin him. He’s three corners away when he sees what he can do. He accelerates through turn 11 and cuts the corner at 12, making a “mistake” but not really as Ransom hits the curb at an angle, spinning himself in the process. Liv misses the chaos from behind as Steve is forces to give us his spot as it was an advantage and gives Liv back the lead.

“What is he doing?” Olivia asked.

“He’s winning fair Liv,” Bucky replied. “He wants to claim first place on even strength. Show him what you got Liv.”

Head down, pedal to the metal and Liv and Steve are fighting it out for first. Ransom’s spin put it back on third but if he is not able to catch up, Steve wins, and its all over. If he can catch him, Ransom can pull head and win.

Its close, too close and Andy can barely watch. But on the second to last lap, Liv over corrects and Steve tries to maneuver around.

Checked flags.

Steve Rogers has won his first Formula One Championship.

Pulling into the winner's circle, Steve takes a moment before climbing out. He closes his eyes and reflects. Everything he went through, every moment of heartbreak and pain, love and happiness, fear and regret was all worth it. He unclips himself and stands on top of his car, shaking his arms in the air in celebration. He looks to see Olivia climbing out as well, her mistake costing her the win but the smile on her face would never tell you otherwise.

Steve jumps down and jogs over to her as she pulls off her helmet. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“Hell no,” she replied. “You may have won today but next year, I’ll own you.”

“Next year?”

“Ari Levinson is the new principal at Mercedes. He asked me to be their number one driver. Can’t think of a better way to spend the year than kicking my boyfriend’s ass.”

He smiles wide. “Bring it on Williams.”

“Congratulations Rogers.” She stood up on her tippy toes and Steve leaned down to kiss her.

Championship: check

Got the girl: check

Happily, Ever After: well, he’ll see when he brings out the ring he bought for her in Paris and ask her to be his wife.

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Following Team Orders - Mexico City

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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Wednesday

I did not sign up for this.

Why did I sign up for this?

I’m a racer, not a model.

Except my boyfriend is a racer who looks like a model.

God, he’s gorgeous.

Hmm, wonder if he’ll model his underwear for me?

Or maybe naked...

“OLIVIA!”

Liv snaps her head over to Andy who is standing with hands on hips and a rather grumpy face. “Sorry Andy.”

“Where are you Bug?”

Liv sighed in her chair as the prep team touched up her hair and makeup. The last two weeks had been nothing but interviews, press events and photo shoots. Her win was a big deal in the racing world. Since she was the only woman in history to win in Formula One. The governing body and the team wanted to take advantage of that. “I’m here Andy, just tired. I thought I was going to have a day off.”

“I know Bug, I’m sorry.”

“How am I supposed to race if I’m not rested?” Andy could hear the whine coming and knew he needed to nip it in the bud.

“Let’s just finish this and then I will see what I can do for tomorrow.

Steve walks in just as Andy goes over the schedule. “Can’t handle the press, princess?”

Liv narrowed her eyes at him. “I can handle it, Rogers, but I can’t race if I don’t sleep.”

“Aww, the new queen of racing a wittle bit swepy?” Steve play mocked.

“Rogers, that’s enough,” Andy snaps before Liv can launch herself at him for the beating he knew was coming. “The next few interviews are with both of you so please for the love of God, play nice.” He turned and walked out as Nat walked in.

“You’re already in trouble?” She asked Liv.

“Not yet. I just have to be nice to Stevie here, so his feelings don’t get hurt.”

“Hey, my feelings are fine,” he pouted, getting a laugh from his girl and her best friend. Nat turns to the craft services table for a snack.

“Hey punk, do you know where my notebook is?” Bucky asked looking through his bag. “Had it in your room...” he looked up and stopped.

“Bucky, you ok?” Liv asked. She followed his line of sight to Natasha, who was popping a grape in her mouth. She smirked and cleared her throat. “Bucky, you have some drool, just right there...” she pointed to the corner of his mouth.

Bucky wipes his mouth, “shut up.”

Liv giggles, “hey Nat! I need you!”

As Natasha walks towards her best friend, she sees the brunette and smiles. “Hi, I’m Nat.”

“Buck, James, Bucky,” he shakes his head as he continues to stare.

Steve sniggers behind him. “Bucky, you ok?”

“I’m fine.” He throws a murderous look at Steve before going back to Natasha. “Sorry. Hi, Bucky,” he offers his hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Liv said only nice things about you.”

“She mentioned her best friend but failed to mention how beautiful you looked,” he replied with a wink and his trademark smile. Liv watched as her best friend swooned and she rolled her eyes.

“Great, best friends meet and everything. Rogers and I have an interview so…” she pulled Steve away as Bucky and Nat continued to talk. “That was unexpected.”

“Do you mind?” Steve asked, concern laced in it.

“Not at all,” she flashed a smile at her man. “I got the one I wanted.” She looked around to see if anyone was around and pushed Steve into a corner before sliding her hands around his neck. His hands immediately went to her waist. “I got the man I’ve been dreaming about for a while.” She got on her tip toes to give him a soft kiss.

“Damn right you did, and I’m never letting go.”

“We have to tell Bucky.”

“Why?”

“Because he can help us. We have to decide if and when we are going public and stuff.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let’s go to dinner tomorrow. The four of us and they can help us decide. And then maybe,” he pecked her lips, “I can take you to my bed.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Thursday

“Nat, please?”

“Why?”

“Because no one knows, and we have to tell him, and he will need a distraction and what better distraction than my sex walking best friend?” Liv smiled and blinked rapidly at Natasha.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Natasha shook her head. “Fine. Fine, I will go with you guys to dinner and I will distract the sexy driver.”

“You’re the best!” Liv squealed. “Ok, so dinner is in three hours. How about a margarita then prep?”

“Now you are speaking my language.”

As Steve finished getting ready, Bucky was complaining about how he had to wear a dress shirt to dinner. “You just had to pick a fancy restaurant. Couldn’t have just gone to a taqueria and had tacos in the room.”

“We’re celebrating Liv’s win. As her teammate and her crew chief, we should be encouraging her to continue.”

“I understand that’s my job, but I swear the girl would have been happy with tacos and a couple of margaritas. Maybe a burrito and some churros.”

“I swear this is why you are single, jerk.” Steve slipped on his navy sport coat and grabbed his wallet. “It is a nice surprise for her.”

“Fine, whatever. You’re getting me tacos later then,” Bucky grumbled as he followed Steve out the door. They went to Liv’s room and knocked. She opened the door and Steve was floored. She was in a strapless black dress with flowers on the border. Sky high heels adorned her feet and she had pulled her beautiful long hair to one side, exposing that delectable neck to him. He swallowed, lost for words.

“Hey Bug, you clean up good,” Bucky said, not really noticing Steve’s reaction. “If we hurry, we can hit happy… happy…” he stops and his mouth hangs open.

Liv smirked as she knew Natasha was behind her in an amazing red dress. “You remember my friend Nat.”

Steve elbowed Bucky, bringing him back from his shock and awe and getting an answer. “Hi Nat.”

“Bucky, nice to see you again,” she smirked at him. “So, we headed somewhere?”

The group headed to a sit-down restaurant a couple of blocks away. Bucky was entranced with Nat, who was besotted by the attention. Why Liv never thought to set them up was beyond her but here they were.

“So Buck, I have something to tell you,” Steve started.

“Is it that you and Liv are hooking up?” Bucky smirked at his driver and his best friend.

Liv froze. “How – how did you know?”

“I didn’t.” Bucky shrugged with a smile as Steve groaned. “But I knew this idiot would talk to you eventually. You’ve been too nice to each other.” Liv lower her head towards Steve, covering her face. “It’s ok, Bug. I’m happy for you.”

“You are?”

“I know that he would do anything for you. He almost knocked me out because I was dating you.” Steve groaned but Bucky ignored him. “You two are good for each other.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” Liv smiled as Steve squeezed her hand under the table.

“So, this is what this dinner is about? Telling me you two are sleeping together?”

“Not just, jerk,” Steve replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m with her. We’re in love with each other. We plan on announcing after the season, but we didn’t want to lie to you. She’s telling Frank before practice tomorrow.”

Bucky smiled. “That’s good. Keep it under wraps.”

Friday

Liv was putting on her gloves, chewing her lip as Frank got her helmet ready. “Frankie, have you ever been in love?”

“Once, a long time ago.” Frank absentmindedly fiddled with a screwdriver. “Didn’t work out with my traveling so much but yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering. I’m hoping that I can keep that.”

“Keep it? Bug, what are you…” He watches as Liv gives him a shy smile. “Rogers?” She nodded. “When?”

“Singapore.” She shrugged. “We yelled, he kissed me and,” she sighed, “it was perfect, Frankie. Just perfect.”

Frank smiled. His best friend was finally happy.

After practice, Steve looked around before knocking on Liv’s trailer. “Who is it?”

“Steve Rogers,” he replied with a smile.

“Never heard of him.”

He smirked. “He’s the one who did that thing where his tongue…” the door flew open and he saw his girl, standing in cutoff shorts and crop top, showing off her toned stomach. She scanned the area before letting him in. “So, you do remember me.”

“A little,” she said with a bite to her lip. “I remember all the dirty things you do to me.” She ran her hands of his polo, earning herself a groan from him.

“Doll, you have to stop touching me like that,” he said softly in her ear as he kissed her neck. “I may have to take you right here right now.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time, Rogers.”

“Then stop doing that.” He stepped back and held her hands to his chest. “Andy is taking the team to dinner. Think you could behave long enough to get through it, and I’ll reward you like the good little girl I know you are.”

The tone of his voice cause Liv to close her legs slightly, a familiar heat flashing in her abdomen. “O-okay,” she replied with a shaky tone. She swallowed as she looked at his eyes darken slightly.

Steve could tell he had gotten to her. He pulled her close, pinning her arms to his chest as he placed on hand on her hip and the other on the apex of her thighs. He felt her shudder at his touch. “Behave, kitten,” as he gently rubbed though her jeans. “I can tell you are already wet for me. Think you can keep it going until after dinner?” She nodded and he chuckled. “Go get dressed, love. I’ll wait for you outside.”

Liv thought she would be set on fire as he walked away, her legs wobbling as she walked to get some nicer clothes on.

Steve Rogers was trying to kill her.

Saturday

Liv woke with kisses being pressed her to neck and back as warm hands traced her naked flesh. She sighed as Steve continued his gentle assault on her, kneading her flesh softly, kisses that tickled her neck. “Stevie,” she sighed

“My beautiful Livie,” he whispered in between kisses. He softly turned her onto her back and laid on top of her to continue his affections. He lowered himself further and further until he just barely touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and heard what he was looking for.

“Stevie, please…”

Steve could never deny his girl. He lapped her up gently, relishing at her taste and softness. They had time; he wanted to take his time. He slowly slid in two fingers, and she groaned at the feeling. “You ok?”

“I… I need you. Please don’t make me beg,” she whimpered.

“No, no begging today.” He wanted to love on his girl. With a final kiss, Steve nipped and sucked his way up her body. He slotted himself between her legs, dipping his swollen tip in her folds. He looked into her eyes, “keep them open beautiful,” as he pushes slowly in. She gasped and her head tilted up as her body accepted him. After a moment, Steve rutted into her, enjoying her warmth.

Liv was lost in the fullness of him in her. He fit perfectly and his thrust was not aggressive at all. He made love to her. The tightness in her belly began to grow. She whimpered and Steve stopped. “Sweetheart?”

“No! Don’t stop!” She moaned.

He got the message. He grasped a thigh to hook around his hip to allow him in further. He was getting close and now he could tell so was she. “C’mon baby.”

“Stevie,” she moaned.

“That’s it, my love bug, feel me inside, squeezing me tight. So gorgeous.” He was almost there but she needed to go first. He snapped his hips harder and hard. Her needs were more important. “Livie, cum for me.”

That was it. Liv let out a silent scream as her eyes closed, the colors dancing in the darkness as she lost herself in pleasure. Steve was absolutely positive that her face as she orgasmed was the most beautiful thing in the world. She had a vice grip on his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move. It took him a couple of more snaps and he too was lost to the world.

As they laid together post session, Liv’s head on Steve’s chest, his hands running through her hair, Steve cleared his throat. “Doll, I should get to my room.”

“No, I’m comfy.” She snuggled deeper into his chest as he chuckled.

“I know, love bug. I am too but everyone will be up soon.” He leaned over to kiss her head. “If we want to keep it a secret…”

“I hate this,” she pouted.

“Me too. But soon, baby, it will all be out in the open. Hopefully, you’ll have a ride with another team, and we can be together during the season.”

Liv sat up and looked at Steve. “You want us to be racing rivals?”

“My favorite part of the weekend is racing against you. It makes me so horny watching you handle that car.” He smiled a lopsided smile as she blushed a delicate pink. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. “It’s you and me against the world.”

“You and me,” she whispered back. She squealed as he flipped her over and kissed her one more time, distracting her enough so he could get up. He put his boxers and sweats back on, looking around for his t-shirt.

“Looking for this?” He turned around and saw his shirt on Liv’s body. He’s mouth dropped as she walked towards him, a sway in her hips.

“Fuck Livie, I love you in my clothes. But I need this back.” He grasped the hem and pulled it off.

She pouted at him in all of her naked glory. He grabbed the robe and pulled it around her. “I want your shirt.”

“I’ll leave one for you next time. I gotta go.” He slipped on his shoes and went for the door. “See you later, love bug.”

“Wait!” She grabbed him by the shirt and gave him a heated kiss. “Until tonight,” she whispered.

Steve walked away, a big smile on his face. His girl was fantastic.

Sunday

Pulling into the 3rd place spot, Liv smiled, looking over at Steve who won the race. Ransom had managed second, which sucked but Liv had needed just a couple of more laps to beat him. And next race is another race.

As she shook out her hair from the fire resistive cap, Steve came over and picked her up and swung her around. “Great job Liv!”

“Thank you, Steve! Nice win!” He set her down and then went to his pit crew to celebrate. Liv headed over to her crew and saw Bucky with a big smile. “So boss, whatcha think?”

“I think for a girl, meh, you were ok,” he said with a smirk. He reached over and gave her a big hug. “Good job proving all the doubters wrong,” he whispered to her. She smiled as Andy came over to congratulate her.

The podium ceremony was ok, Ransom was acting odd for Ransom but Liv let it slide. She was ready to head to her hotel after the press conference and have a relaxing night with Steve. She showered and changed into her Red Bull polo, doing her hair so she could wear her hat and headed out into the press area. She was smiling and waving to the crowd when Andy stopped her. “Liv, I need to talk to you.” He pulled her away from the press area and back towards the Red Bull garage.

Steve, Bucky, Frank, and Sam were waiting for them in the garage. Liv looked around. “What’s going on?”

“Since when have you and Rogers been together?”

Steve’s head snapped up as Liv’s face blanched. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this,” Andy slapped a photo down on the work bench. It was of Steve and Liv from the morning before as Steve was leaving her room. Steve swallowed as he watched for Liv’s reaction.

“Where did you get this?” Steve asked.

“The press has it. And they are having a field day. So, I’ll ask again, how long?”

Liv was frozen starting at the photo. Steve cleared his throat. “Since Singapore.”

Andy started to pace, running his hands through his hair. “Singapore. Perfect. I gave you one direction Rogers and that was to stay away from her. This,” he picks up the photo, “this is the reason why. The FIA is gonna want to investigate to make sure you two aren’t cheating. They are going to investigate the team to see if you are giving orders to your girlfriend to win this championship. Un-fucking-believable.”

Steve watched as a single tear fell from Liv’s eye. He had enough, He pulled her to his chest so she could cry. “Andy, we love each other. We didn’t do any of that, we promise. She won on her own.”

Andy looked at Livie, watching her as she hid herself away. “Liv, is it true?”

Red rimmed eyes looked back at him. “I love him, Andy.”

Andy stared at her. “Then I’m gonna do my best to protect you both.”

As they headed out of the garage, they are swarmed by the press. Liv and Steve make it to the car that was waiting for them. Steve held his girl, unsure of what to do next.

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Following Team Orders ~ Singapore

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

A/N: Surprise! I couldn't wait!

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“What about the fillet?”

“Are you listening?”

“My boobs are out.”

“Bucky?”

“Bucky!”

Bucky looked up from the menu. “Sorry, what?”

“You are a million miles away,” Olivia commented

“I’m sorry Bug. Just had a lot on my mind.” Bucky has had the conversation with Steve from two weeks ago still on his mind.

“Wanna talk about it?” Liv twirled her wine glass in her hand. Bucky had arranged for them to have dinner in the city before the weekend got started but he had started pulling away since they had left Russia.

“We don’t have to right now.”

Liv frowned. “I think we do. Bucky, you have been so distant the last couple of weeks. What is going on?”

Bucky sighed and looked at Liv. “I’ve been really considering the future and with my arm getting better, I’ve been thinking that maybe a relationship right now is not the best idea.” He dropped his gaze as soon as he saw Liv’s eyes begin to water.

“You don’t want to be with me? After all the bullshit you said to me,” she whispered.

“Liv, you are amazing, beautiful, and there is a better man for you but it’s not me. I’m sorry.”

“What happened? What made you change your mind?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. I saw you go to talk to Steve. What did he say?”

“He said a lot of things but my decisions has nothing to do with him.”

“I heard him,” she said. Bucky snapped his head up. “I was outside.”

“Doll face...”

“He was right. He lost any chance when he made out with that girl.”

“It was an accident. Liv…”

“No. Why? Why are you allowing him to ruin this?”

“Because I know you still like him.” His voice was soft, not angry or accusatory. “I see you look for him, probably unconsciously, but you do.”

Liv paled. “Bucky...”

“Look its ok. Its what’s best for all of us.”

“I’m getting really tired of men thinking they know what’s best for me.” Olivia frowned. “I thought we had something.”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m sorry. I just don’t think we will work.”

Liv fought the tears that were now flooding her eyes. She took her napkin off her lap. “Perfect. Great. I should go. Get started on my destiny of being alone.” She stood up and moved to leave. Bucky grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Liv, I would give him a chance.” Bucky pleaded with her with his eyes.

“I did. He didn’t want it. And I gave you a chance, but you don’t want me either. Goodbye Bucky, I’ll see you at work.”

She made it outside and hailed a cab. She made it back to the team hotel and kept her head down. She wiped an errant tear as she waited for the elevator.

Completely missing Steve sitting in the lobby and watching her, seeing her so sad.

Bucky and Olivia are cordial with each other. Liv had rationalized that not a lot had happened between them and there was no need to be angry with him. She sent him a text.

Liv: Look, I don’t understand why you are bending to him but if this is what you really want then I understand. Can we just go back and be friends?

Bucky: that makes me so happy because you are a great friend

Liv: and you are a great chief. I’m sorry for being angry

Bucky: You have every right. Have you talked to him?

Liv: No

Liv: never will

Liv: see you at practice

The Singapore track was smooth and worked well for both Red Bull drivers. They were recording top times during all three practice sessions. As they got ready for qualifying, Steve couldn’t help but watch as Olivia prepared her hair for her helmet. Her long brown hair was being braided down her back, before she twisted it up, showing off her delectable neck.

Steve swallowed hard. He remembered the softness of her skin when he thumbed her neck while she cuddled against him. He could remember her sweet breath against his checks, her full lips just grazing his. Fuck, he needed to shake this. She didn’t belong to him anymore. She was Bucky’s, and he needed to swallow that.

“You should talk to her.” Steve rolled his eyes as he turned to face his best friend.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you like her.”

“And what, ask her out? Buck, she’s your girl.” Steve moved to put on his gloves.

“She isn’t.” Steve dropped a glove as he whipped around to face him. Bucky looked embarrassed but cleared his throat. “I talked to her a couple of days ago and I just explained to her that I didn’t think we would work as a couple. She's a great girl but not for me.”

“Bucky, you wouldn’t... I mean, you didn’t...”

“Stevie, I’m sorry that I made you feel like I took things from you. That wasn’t what I was trying to do. And I really think she isn’t over you. So, take advantage of that and get back into her good graces.”

Steve was left speechless. All he could do is was wrap his arms around his best friend. “Thank you, Bucky,” he whispered.

“Don’t fuck it up again punk. She deserves more.”

Steve tried not to allow this new information to affect him but now he watched Olivia with interest. His eyes never left as he watched skillfully climb into the car, her ass in the air for just a moment as she slides down into the cockpit. He smiled to himself. She’s single, he thought to himself. Ok Rogers, race and go and see her. He climbs in himself to get started.

Qualifying goes well for the first time in a few races. Steve qualifies in second behind Chase Collins and Olivia follows him in third. The team celebrates and Andy pulled the entire team into the garage.

“I know that we have had a rough couple of weeks as a team but I can see that we are pulling through this. Now everyone, dinner and rest. Tomorrow could be the turning point for the team. We are so close to Rogers having that championship and the constructor’s championship is almost within reach. Steve, Olivia, great job handling the cars. Dismissed.”

Liv moved to the other garage to store her gloves and helmet. All she wanted was a shower, room service and her bed. Frank was going to stop by with a movie. The perfect Saturday night.

“You did well today.”

Liv closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned to face him.

“Thanks.” She turned on her heel to walk away.

“Livie...”

“What? What do you want Steve? What more could you possibly want with me?”

Steve’s temper flared. “What is your problem now Olivia?”

“YOU! You are my fucking problem. Just stay away from me, Rogers. You have done enough to fuck up my life.” She stormed out of the garage and left Steve with his mouth hanging open. Frank walked in at that moment. He popped his gum while giving Steve a look.

“You gonna tell me to leave her alone.”

“For now. She’s heartbroken. I think you know why. I also think you know how she felt.”

“I know she liked me but I didn’t think she would hate me this much.”

“Liked you?” Frank snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, ok, let’s call it that.” He laughed as he walked away.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

The beauty of being on the other side of the world is the opportunity to race at night. The track is lit up with hundreds of bright lights so the cars can see where they are going but the night allows the crowd to see the sparks coming off of the cars, the shadows allow more mystery in the corner. It’s truly beautiful to watch.

Steve and Liv keep to their sides of the garage as they get ready for the race. Steve only looked up at her once and saw the murderous glare she was giving him for a second before the mask of indifference was placed over her again. He swallowed, unsure what he could do to get her to just let him speak, explained what happened, tell her how he feels. Frank’s comments the night before had thrown him. What was he talking about? Liv had a crush and yeah, they were moving to something more but that was it. At least that’s what he assumed. He knew she was hurt after seeing that tramp basically mount him against his will. But he pushed Suzanne away. And yes, he was an ass by ghosting her after overhearing her conversation with Hansen, but he was trying to apologize.

Steve Rogers was confused and in love. Some would say that this would be a dangerous place to be in before taking the wheel of a half ton vehicle.

As the drivers get ready to run, Bucky checks on Liv to make sure she is strapped in. “Bucky, Frank already did that.”

“And now I’m checking. You are still my best girl.” He shot her a wink.

“I should introduce you to a friend who would find your chivalry annoying.”

“You’re mean.”

“You love me. I’m all set boss, ready to make the team proud.”

“Good Luck Bug.” He signaled to the team she was ready, and they fired up the engine

The race is going smoothly with Rogers and Williams being able to take over Collins easily two laps in. They are able to pull away, putting good distance from the rest of the pack. Fifteen laps in and Steve makes a mistake, allowing Olivia to pass him for first place. He growls in frustration; he needs the win for the points in the championship and she is being selfish.

Team orders are something that all teams do, even if they don’t talk about it. It’s usually frowned upon by avid fans but it happens. Just like it’s happening now.

“Liv, we need you to let Rogers pass.” Bucky spoke into the radio.

“Why? Can’t he win it back?”

“Olivia, this is for points.”

“Bucky, he can pass. Let me try and get my first win, please!”

Andy jumped on after hearing his driver. “Olivia, let him pass.”

“Fuck this,” she mumbled. She didn’t move over; she didn’t give an inch. If Rogers wanted the position, they he needed to outrace her. She kept moving onto the straight.

Steve was told Liv was going to move. He got close to make the easy pass. But she never let up. What the fuck is she doing?

Two stubborn drivers.

Two angry individuals.

One couple in love with each other even if they don’t acknowledge it.

Steve moves over to pass her on the straight. But a bump on the off side of the track makes the car swerve slightly. Just enough to tag Liv’s car just as she is about to enter the corner. Both cars spin and sail into the gravel trap. Liv grips the steering wheel hoping to correct the slide and keep the tires spinning but she can’t. They are both stuck and cannot get out. The race for Red Bull is done.

“Liv, you ok,” she hears from Bucky.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled as she takes a few seconds to breath. The accident was not bad, and she was ok. But now, anger bloomed in her heart. Steve Fucking Rogers was the reason she wasn’t going to finish this race. She unbuckled herself to get out, raging. Before she pulled her radio, she heard, “you are on TV, relax.”

She huffed, leaving her helmet on as the first of the first responders approached her. “Are you alright?” She gave him a thumbs-up and started to walk to the barriers. She could feel Steve behind her, but she didn’t take her helmet off, making sure to keep her face covered for the cameras. Both drivers arrived back in garage, cameras banned as Andy paces the floor.

He looks at his drivers with anger flaring in his eyes. Liv calmly takes off her helmet as Andy tries to find the words. She purposefully doesn’t look at Steve as she shakes out her hair from the updo. Andy clears his throat. “I honestly don’t even know what to say right now.”

Steve starts. “Andy...”

“No! I know exactly what I want to say! What were you two thinking?! Olivia, we gave you a direction. Rogers winning benefits all of us. I know you are looking for a ride next year and showing that you can follow team orders is critical in that.”

Liv tried to keep her tears at bay, as Andy continued, “Steve, seriously, why didn’t you wait for my confirmation? Honestly, the two of you, I don’t know what I am going to do with you guys. Just,” he sighed and waved them away.

Liv took off, running towards her trailer, the tears streaming down her face. She made it, slamming the door. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint Andy, the man that cared for her like she was his daughter. She didn’t pay attention as her door opened again.

“What the hell were you doing?”

“I was racing, not relying on Andy to give orders to win a race. You were being a pussy.”

Steve was trying to control his temper, but he was frustrated, both emotionally and sexually. Olivia’s passion was something he loved about her but right now it was just setting his nerves on edge. “I am not a pussy.”

“You were. The great Steve Rogers wasn’t focused, made a mistake and then cried to Andy to make me make room for you.”

“Oh, piss off Olivia. I didn’t ask Andy for shit! You are just bitter that they wanted me to win.”

“Keep dreaming Rogers. You are nothing more than an egotistical, narcissistic asshole!” She draws to her full heights which is still a good six inches shorter than Steve. She leans towards him, her body unconsciously moving forward.

“And you are nothing more than a pampered, privileged wannabe brat.” His body moves closer, wanting to feel the heat of her skin.

“Well, here’s your chance Rogers!” She spreads her arms. “Tame the brat! Since you think you are the almighty god of racing.”

“Don’t temp me Olivia,” he growled at her.

Liv scoffed and turned as she said, “You couldn’t handle me.”

Steve grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her impossibly close, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Watch me.”

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Following Team Orders ~ Sochi

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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This chapter will be in Steve’s POV.

Steve Rogers is not a person who allows his emotions to be be on display. He considers himself reversed, composed, a gentleman, as his mother taught him.

But something Steve Rogers has never really dealt with is heartbreak.

Because Steve Rogers had never really, truly been in love. Until Olivia Williams came into his life.

Steve sat at the bar in Sochi the Thursday before the race weekend, sipping on his third, or was it fourth, vodka, reliving his life.

Racing has been a part of Steve’s life since he could walk. Bucky’s dad had put his son and his best friend on little go carts when they were five and they just never stopped. Mr. Barnes encouraged the boys to look at their vehicles, know how they worked, how to repair them and how to push them to the limit. His Ma was terrified of her baby boy getting hurt, and he did, but he bounced back, scrawny as he was. Steve never backs down from a challenge. Other drivers would bully him because he was so skinny, but he set out to prove them wrong.

When he was 18, he met a girl who changed his perspective on life. Someone he thought would be with him.

Sharon.

Sharon Carter was in his undergrad class. His mother insisted that if he wanted to keep racing, he had to have an education as well. His mentor, Andy, had agreed and when he spoke to David Williams and Bucky, they all thought it was a good idea. A fall back just in case anything should happen. Steve majored in Business, figuring that he could always move to the business side of the racing team should he need to. Rushing into Business law, he bumped into someone and knocked her books out of her hands.

“God, I’m so sorry.” He bent down to help her pick up her books.

“Its ok. Running late?”

“Yeah,” he replied and looked up to see a sweetheart shape face with brown eyes and blonde hair. He swallowed. “Sorry, I’m Steve.”

“Sharon. Its nice to meet you. I think you’re in this class with me.”

“Business law?” She nodded. “Yeah, me too. Walk you in?” He gave her a crooked smile.

Sharon and Steve were inseparable in college. They had plans. Steve was going to keep racing until he made it to Formula One while Sharon headed off to law school. But he promised, if he didn’t make it before she graduated, he would quit so they could be together.

The day before her graduation, Steve got the call he was waiting for. Red Bull was offering a spot to him, to take over an injured driver. He automatically said yes and went to tell Sharon the good news.

“What do you mean by you’re leaving right after graduation? Steve, you promised!”

“What do you want me to do Sharon? This is my dream!”

“I thought your dream was to get married and start are lives together!”

“And we can still do that! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Can’t you understand that?”

Sharon conceded the argument. She agreed to let him leave and have a long distance relationship. Only she couldn’t wait. Six months later, she gave an ultimatum to him. Come home or they were done.

“You are such a bitch! I struggled and waited while you were in school and now I finally have my dream and its over for you.” Steve had his hands on his hips, glaring at his soon to be ex girlfriend.

“I’m sorry Steve but I need a partner who can be here for me. I can’t wait for you to grow up and outgrow this childish dream.”

Steve stopped. “I’m sorry you feel that way. Goodbye Sharon.” He grabbed his bag (thankfully never had fully moved into her flat) and walked out of the building.

He crashed with Bucky for a few weeks while he sorted himself a place. He went to visit his mother and she sat him down with a large piece of apple pie in front of him. “I never liked her.”

“Ma, please...”

“No, Stevie, she always held you back. Ever since you were a boy this had been your dream. I’m happy you followed your heart and followed your dreams. Even if I’m scared to death about it. But I know, my son, that you will find the right girl that will inspire you. Just you wait.”

And wait he did. He spent five years racing, chasing that allusive championship, getting close a couple of times. He partied, had women in every country, not finding someone who really challenged him, got to him, made him want the family he was now desiring. Not until he found Olivia Williams.

Steve snorted as he downed his vodka. He paid and walked unsteadily across the square to the hotel where the team had set up camp. The evening was nice, if just a touch too humid. But Steve was already numb to everything. His girl was no longer his. She was now with his best friend. As he entered the hotel, a laugh, one he missed dearly, rang out through the lobby. He turned to see Liv at the hotel bar with some of his teammates.

Sitting on Bucky Barnes’s lap.

“Fuck this,” he growled. He walked away towards the elevator.

“Steve!”

Steve ignored Bucky as he continued forward.

“Steve! Rogers! Stop being a punk!” Bucky grabbed his arm.

Steve smack his arm and pushed him away. “Fuck you Barnes!”

Bucky grabbed Steve’s arm again and spun him around. “Stevie, c’mon man.” He smelled the alcohol. “Have you been drinking?”

“Yea, and?”

“Steve,” Bucky’s face soften. “What is going on?”

“Nothing. Just didn’t feel like I’m reliving our childhood. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

Steve leaned against the wall, thinking back.

Bucky was 18, Steve was seventeen and they were getting ready to go to homecoming. Bucky had a date with Dorothy Adams, the beautiful junior with the soft strawberry blonde hair. Bucky had always been a sucker for a red head. Steve, however, had no date. Most girls didn’t want to date someone they could step on. But Bucky insisted he go and had Dorothy set him up.

That was a disaster. Turns out that his date, Gemma, was only interested in Bucky. When she saw Steve, she turned up her nose at him. Bucky ended up sleeping with both girls, leaving Steve questioning whether he was worth it or not.

That was the moment Steve decided to change his own life. It took him a year, one year, to work out, eat to bulk out his muscles. He trained at the Hulk Boxing Club and learned under the famous Bruce Banner.

Bucky was so proud of his best friend. Gemma tried to sidle up to Steve but he would have none of it. He graduated looking completely different. The girls finally flocked to him but it was Sharon who finally broke through.

But it never really stopped hurting, knowing his best friend always ended up with the girl. It gave him a complex, that he was never good enough. When Red Bull made him the number one driver, it finally felt like Steve Rogers was worth something. Better than his best friend for once in his life.

And now, it felt like he was back to square one. Bucky had Olivia. He took her from him. Probably said things about him. Steve made it to his room and found the mini-bar. He wanted to forget this nightmare.

Steve wasn’t sure how he made it through practice and qualifying. He was barely sober, dehydrated and in pain. He made sure to be as far away from Liv as he could, which also included avoiding his so-called best friend. Andy pulled Steve aside after qualifying.

“Rogers, what the hell was that?”

“It was called qualifying.”

Andy’s jaw ticked. “Don’t get smart with me. I’ve never seen you qualify so bad.”

“Then fire me, Andy!” Steve put his hands on his belt buckle. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I had a bad day. Aren’t we allowed those? Fuck, Olivia gets to have them all the time.”

“Olivia is a rookie, Rogers! We are trying to get you a championship, remember? What is this really about?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. You were doing amazing things with your car and then a few weeks ago everything changed. Now I won’t ask again.”

“It’s none of your concern Andy! Just drop this.”

Andy stepped back and looked at him straight in the eye. He smiled sadly, “you fell for her, didn’t you? After her dad died, you were there for her.” Steve remained silent as he looked at the ground. “Fuck, I gave you one order: stay away from her. What happened?”

“I love her but I made a mistake,” he said quietly. “I thought she was leaving, just using me and the team and I assumed she was going back to Drysdale. But I was wrong, and she left. And now she’s with my best friend.” He looked up at Andy. “Can I go now?”

Andy could see all the emotions in his eyes. “Steve, I...”

“Don’t. I can’t right now, ok? Just... I’ll see you tomorrow.” Steve turned and walked out. When he reached his room, he was glad to see the mini-bar was stocked. He ordered room service and sat down and began to drink.

As Steve climbed out of his car on Sunday, he knew he was in trouble. He quickly made his way to the officials to get weighed in and then to his trailer to change. He had finished 13th, the first time he’s not finished in the top ten since his rookie year. He leaned his head against the tiles of his shower, allowing the water to beat down on him. Why was this so hard? It wasn’t like he had been with Livie. She asked to go slow, the fear of dating another racer still lingered. He couldn’t blame her for that. When the water temperature started to drop, he shut it off and climbed out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

He grabbed water as he started to change. As he pulled on his jeans, a knock was heard on the door.

“Just a second.” He was still shirtless, but he went to open the door. His best friend had a clenched jaw and shoved Steve back into his trailer. “What the fuck?!”

“What is your problem, punk?”

“Why the fuck do you care, jerk?!? You just do what you want, everyone else be dammed!”

Steve shoved Bucky away and Bucky came back to shove him back. Steve took a swing, cracking Bucky on the jaw. It left Bucky stunned before he came back and punched Steve in the gut. “Gonna keep hitting me punk?!” Bucky roared.

“Until it feels like you don’t take everything from me!” He yelled back, swinging again but missing. Bucky grabbed him and put him in a reverse headlock. “Let go!”

“No!” Bucky tightened his grip to stop the elbow Steve threw back. “What is that supposed to mean? Steve, I am worried about you. You are my oldest friend. My best friend and I’ve never seen you like this.”

“You’ve never seen me like this? Bucky, this is me every time you turn on the old Barnes charm. Let me go.” Steve struggled and Bucky let him go, pushing him away. Steve turned on him. “You get everything and everyone you want. You couldn’t just stay way.”

Bucky frowned. “Stay away? I don’t understand...”

“OLIVIA! She was mine and you just... and I... I was... I am in love with her. And you, you just stabbed me in the back.” Steve’s rage cracked and his shoulders slumped forward.

Realization dawned on Bucky. “Steve, this is about Liv?”

“I screwed up.” Steve sank down to his couch, his head in his hands. “I was so mad that she was going to leave that I shut her out. And you just swooped in, like you always do. Take my place, my girl...”

Bucky sat down next to him. “Steve, I didn’t know.”

Steve scoffed. “Yeah, you never know. It’s always about Bucky Barnes and his charm. Fuck his scrawny best friend who is still second. Fuck that he fell for the one girl he wasn’t supposed to.” Steve ran his hands through his hair. “Get assaulted by some bimbo and of course my girl has to see and now she hates me.”

“Steve, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what? That I’m in love with a girl that hates me because I couldn’t stop being an asshole? Yeah, right ok.”

“But...”

“No, I have no right to ruin her. She’s happy with you and I just have to live with knowing I ruined any chance with her.”

“I wouldn’t have pursued something if I knew.”

“Yeah, well, you got the girl. Now please just leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry Stevie.”

“Yeah, me to Buck. Me too. Now I just gotta figure out how to live without her.”

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Following Team Orders ~ Sao Paolo ~ Part Two

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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Wonderful news is coming out of FIA headquarters. Olivia Williams has been reinstated to drive this weekend in Sao Paolo. The inquiry into whether she violated FIA rules found no cause for disqualification. Outstanding news.

With that, Red Bull announced that Steve Rogers will also be racing in Sao Paolo. Rogers needs a win to clinch his first championship in F1. Anything else will lead to a run-off in Abu Dubai against current champion, Ransom Drysdale.

To Hugh Ransom Drysdale, there is nothing that he can’t get.

Well, except one thing.

Olivia Williams.

The one woman Ransom would keep, if he could have, five years ago. He was a rookie but a rookie that won a championship. And he let that get to his head. He fucked up harder than ever when he hooked up with that moto-ho on their anniversary.

All Ransom wanted was to get his girl back. She was perfect, even as a brunette and she would make the perfect racer’s wife. She understood the industry and while, yeah, it was hot to see her race, she would need to take her place in his garage just cheering for him. It wouldn’t take long to convincer.

As he made his way to the Mercedes garage, he heard sounds of what he thought was a cat crying. He turned the corner to see his sister sobbing in the corner. He really didn’t care about Suzanne, being half siblings due to his cheating father but he didn’t want to see her cry. “Suzy?”

“Ranny?” Suzanne stood up and wiped the tears off her face. “What are doing here?”

“I work here,” he replied, rolling his eyes but taking in her appearance. “Why the fuck are you crying?”

Suzanne looked away. “No reason. This whole time has been a waste.”

“Yeah, no shit. You were supposed to be helping me get Liv back not drive Steve away. God, you are such an idiot sometimes.” This just made Suzanne cry more, sending Ransom’s mind into hell. Fuck, why do girls cry so much. Liv never cried. At least, not in front of him. “What?”

“Just can’t believe he didn’t fall for me.” She waived a hand over her body. “Look at me, I’m hot as fuck and yet he barely touched me. Lloyd liked it.”

“Lloyd only likes sluts to use. Jesus Suzy, you let your boss fuck you?”

“Oh, fuck off Ransom.” A beep got Suzanne’s attention. She scrolled through the message. “Holy Shit!”

“What now?”

“Liv has been reinstated. But the rumor is, she had to break it off with Steve during the season since they are teammates.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ransom pulled out his phone and reviewed his emails. There it was, clear as day that his complaint was rejected. “Fucking shit! Why can’t I just win this?” he growled. He took a breath. “Ok, well at least she broke up with Rogers. That’s something.”

“What are we going to do?” Suzy chewed her lip.

“I don’t know yet but I’m thinking. I need to get ready for practice.”

“After a good practice, Ransom found himself with time to think and walked to his boss’ office. “Lloyd, you have a minute?”

“What is it, cupcake? Coming to whine about your charges not sticking?”

Ransom rolled his eyes. “Nothing I can do about it now. But need to stop Rogers from winning that race. A back-to-back-to-back championship will bring in the money.”

“Keep talking,” as Lloyd leaned back in his chair.

“We need to find a way, something.” Ransom was grasping at straws. “What do you think?”

“I think we need to take a walk around and inspect the garage. Make sure everything is secure.” Lloyd stood up and beckoned Ransom to follow him. They walked around, observing all the security around the garage. “See, Red Bull doesn’t like to have physical security.” They glanced around. “No personnel, no cameras, no sensors.”

“We come back after qualifying. We can poke around and see what we can find.”

“Good job on deducing that, little buddy.” Lloyd patted Ransom’s head.

Qualifying is spectacular for Red Bull. Ransom watched as Liv got her second pole, with Rogers starting right behind in 2nd. He had managed to get third, which still irked him but what could he do but outrace Red Bull the next day. As the circuit cleared out for the evening, Ransom kept to the shadows, watching as Olivia walked out with Frank. Seems the rumors were true; she and Rogers had ended their relationship.

“Stop being a love sick puppy, Drysdale,” Lloyd hissed in his ear.

“Can’t help it. I want her back.”

“First, we have to get rid of the problem and then we can work on that.” Lloyd looked at the keypad to the Red Bull garage door. He keyed in the code.

“Where the fuck did you get that?”

“Barber had his phone open during the principle’s meeting. Dumb shit. He got called outside and it was just a quick check on his notes.” The door beeped and they made it inside. Luck would have it that Rogers’s car was not put into locked storage for the night. It sat in the garage, uncovered.

“Well, the car is here,” Ransom said, looking it over. “Any idea on what to do to it?”

“Could that kill him?”

Lloyd shrugs and smiles. “Do you care?”

“Not really.” Ransom gave him a devious smile. “I was practicing my fake concern. We should make sure we wipe down the car for prints.”

“Finally, you’re thinking with your brain instead of your dick. Good job, little buddy.”

“Anyone ever tell you, you’re an asshole?”

“All the time.”

“What I don’t understand is why Steve is avoiding me. And why Andy took my phone. Frank, please, tell me what’s going on?” A tear slipped from her eye as she stared at her best friend. Frank was driving Olivia to a villa that Red Bull had set her up in. “What do you know? Is Steve… Is he leaving me?”

“No!” Frank knew this would be rough on her but didn’t realize how rough. “Liv, I promise, its gonna be ok.”

“Is that why you put me in a private house away from the hotels? So that I could lose my shit all by myself as soon as receive the message that he dumped me?”

“For the love of god Livie, shut up!” Frank rarely snapped at her so this immediately caused her to close her mouth. “The team put you out here as a precaution. The rumors going around could cause issues.”

“Rumors?” Olivia hadn’t heard anything. Could be because the team ignored her for the most part. It was something that had hurt her chest. She knew that she would bear the brunt of the pain for Steve almost missing the race, but she didn’t think it was this bad. Now there were rumors.

“Yeah Liv, rumors. Now, go to the deck and grab a beer. I’ll be right back.” He pointed to the glass door that had fairy lights peeking through.

She sighed and just did what she was told. She thought about the flight to Brazil. She and Steve were on different flights, and she arrived a full day behind him. And since she arrived, she hadn’t seen him. She missed him, her cuddle bug...no...pookie...no. She was still working on the nickname for him. She pulled the door open and headed to the bar on one side. “Doll?”

She twirled around to see Steve getting up from a lounger. “Stevie?” She didn’t wait; she launched herself at him and buried her head in his shoulder.

Steve could feel the sobs racking her chest. “Its ok baby, I’m here.” It had been almost 72 hours since they were separated but it may as well be a lifetime.

“Stevie, I thought... you left... and...” her cries took over as Steve tried to calm her.

“I don’t know what is going on, doll, but I’ve missed you so much.” He kissed her temple, her hair, breathing her back in.

She pulled back to really see him and then crashed her lips to his, desperate to feel him, to taste him again. A subtle cough drew out their attention and she saw Andy standing in the doorway. “Andy?”

“Yeah, we have some explaining to do.” He gestured for them to come inside. Holding hands, Steve guided them into the living room where Frank, Bucky, Sam, Tony and Natasha all waited for them.

“Uh, guys, what is going on?” Steve looked at his friends and then back at Andy.

“Let’s sit,” Bucky said. Steve sat in the armchair but tugged Liv to sit in his lap, not ready to be even a little separated from her just yet. Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I figured it was going to be like that. Umm, there is a very valid reason as to why we separated you from each other.”

Sam cleared his throat. “There are rumors going around that the FIA only reinstated the both of you if you had broken up with each other.”

“What?” Steve looked at the team. “Are you serious? I would...”

“We know Steve,” Tony shutting him down. “That’s not what we are trying to get to. We played into it. Because we needed to set up the people responsible for this shit storm you have been living.”

“Set up who?” Liv looked at Natasha and andy. And it clicked, “Ransom?”

“Yeah, Storm and I overheard Lloyd and Suzanne.” Frank grimaced. “That was gross but the important thing is we heard what they are trying to do and we told Andy and Fury.”

“Fury? Nick Fury from Ferrari?” Liv looked around. “What did you guys do?”

You could cut the tension with a knife. Ransom casually walked by the Red Bull garage to see Liv and Steve with their backs turned to each other. Guess the rumor was true and all he had to do was comfort her when Steve is “injured.”

Or dead.

Didn’t really matter to him. As long as he got his girl back. He had a daisy in his hand and as he walked by Liv’s area of her garage, he placed it in front of her without a word. She took the flower and looked at him. He smiled and walked away, shooting a wink at Rogers. She should eat that shit up, he thought to himself. He got to his car and got ready for the race start.

The race is intense as Steve knows he needs to win, or they will have a run off in the finale. His start is perfect, and he tries to put his mind off of the bullshit that had been happening all weekend. After this all he wanted was a night with his girl, but it seemed even that was impossible.

Halfway through, Steve and Ransom entered the pits for new tires. Its close, with Olivia taking the lead as she had stopped a couple of laps earlier. Steve makes it out first and in fourth with plenty of time to catch up and other drivers who have yet to stop. As he heads for turn three, he sees Drysdale on his right back, looking for a way in. Steve protects his spots and defends by cutting the line slightly.

Sam radios with an update. “Steve, it’s still Williams, Storm, Leclear, Rogers, Drysdale with 16 left.”

“Copy.”

He looks back in the mirror but doesn’t see Drysdale. He checks the other side, and that quick look costs him. Their tires touch, sending both cars spinning. “Fuck!” Steve tries to correct the slide and spins the other way but manages to keep the car running and off the wall. He’s backwards but has plenty of room for the cars that were behind him to swerve around him. He waits for traffic to clear to spin the car back around and get moving.

“Steve, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just need new tires, picked up debris. Fuck!”

“Drysdale is in the same boat. Box, box.”

“Copy.”

After new tires and 15 laps, Steve finished 11th with Ransom in 12th and no points scored. However, it is a cause for celebration in the Red Bull garage.

“Yes!” Liv waves her hand about as she finished with her 2nd win. When she makes it to the winner’s circle, she celebrates with the team and heads up for the podium.

Lloyd is fuming. Rogers’s car was supposed to be blowing up not finishing and making the championship that much harder. He was yelling at Ransom. “You stupid shit! Couldn’t try to not use the tag move again, couldn’t you?”

“Lloyd, the car was supposed to be out of the race already. You fucked this up. If i hadn’t tagged him, we would be watching a championship celebration. Now, we have one more shot.”

“Fuck this!” Lloyd threw a screwdriver. “We had the perfect season until that harlot showed up!”

“Don’t talk about her that way!”

“What? Don’t like me calling your boo bear a name?” he mocked.

“Eat shit! This is on you, not me!”

“How is it on me? I did what I had to do. I have no fucking clue as to why it didn’t work.”

“Maybe I can be of some help with that.” Lloyd and Ransom turned around. Andy Barber, Nick Fury and a couple of FIA officials standing in the doorway.

“Shit.”

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Following Team Orders ~ Las Vegas

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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Two weeks prior… Saturday

There are two things Ransom hates: losing and Steve Rogers. The man had been a thorn in his side for the last couple of years, almost beating him for championships, almost having his girl. If he thought he could murder the bastard and get away with it, he would. He was even costing him sleep. He had dreamt that he had Liv underneath him, moaning his name like she used to when Rogers interrupted them in her trailer. As soon as he saw the fucker, he woke up, hard and pissed. He decided to take a walk around the hotel. As he went to check his phone, he heard a door open. He moved behind a doorway and peak over.

And fury consumed him.

Rogers was coming out the door, hair disheveled, big smile on his face. Small hands pull him back and turn him around. The couple kiss and Ransom sees it as an opportunity to fuck Rogers by showing it to Liv. Except when Rogers pulls away, it's Liv he sees in the room. He took a series of photos and decided that this was the perfect opportunity.

After Ransom gets his coffee, he sent a message to Lance, Lloyd and Suzanne.

Have news. Meet in my room.

As Ransom stood in the window, looking over the Mexico City skyline, he smiled to himself. A plan was forming, and he was confident it could work. A knock brought him out of his thoughts, and he went to the door. He opened it and ushered everyone in. “What is going on Ranny?” Suzanne whined.

“Shut the fuck up Suzy,” Ransom growled. “I have some important shit so can it.” He picked up his phone and pulled up the photos. “I found a way to fuck over Rogers and get rid of Olivia.” He showed the group the pictures.

“Holy fuck!” Lance looked up at Ransom. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because if the FIA made Rogers sign the same contract as me, there is a non-fraternization clause. If that’s the case, then this,” picking up the phone, “is our way to getting rid of Rogers, Olivia, Barnes and the whole Red Bull team. We can pick up their sponsors, their money and really be the top team in F1. And if it doesn’t, well then it just fucks them over and I’m ok with that too.” Ransom bite into the Danish he had.

Lloyd started to laugh. “Damm sunshine, you are going to make Mercedes unstoppable.” He looked at the photos. “I have a contact at ESPN. Let’s do this. That little beauty insulted me, that prick almost has the championship.” Lloyd growled. “Time for this love story to end.”

Las Vegas – Thursday before race

Andy is sitting inside the main office for FIA at the Las Vegas track. He was sitting, staring out to Las Vegas skyline, wondering what fresh hell he was being sent to. The door opened but he didn’t turn. “Mr. Barber?” That’s when he turned.

Jenny Williams stood in the doorway. “Jenny?”

“Hi Andy.” She looked tired but determined.

He hugged the oldest Williams girl. “What are you doing here Jen?”

“I’m representing Livie for the investigation. You can only represent one of them, according to the guidelines, but we need to figure out if they violated their contracts with Red Bull or the FIA.”

“Right.” Andy looked down at the binders in front of him. “I’ve looked over Rogers’s contract. There is nothing in his contract that states he can’t have a consensual relationship with another driver. Steve’s reputation has been clean.”

“Then why are the reports indicating he’s violating a morality clause?” Jenny pulled a report from ESPN.

“Contracts have a behavioral morality clause, like for drunken behavior, fighting, that sort of thing.” Andy stood up and started to pace. “The only one I’ve heard who had an amendment to theirs was Drysdale when Olivia joined the drivers’ league. Since they had history, the FIA added the clause, under Drysdale’s objections, of course.”

Jenny wrote that down. “Liv doesn’t have that clause, but this still won’t lose its teeth. They are going to call for collusion.”

“They are teammates. Their main goal is to win, for the team to win. It's bullshit Jenny.” Andy was fuming.

“And that’s the argument I will start with.” Jenny put her pen down. “But since they were hiding, it looks bad.”

Andy put his hands on his hips and bowed his head. “I know Steve. I know how much he hated her before he gave into his feelings. And Liv, she just wouldn’t hook up with another driver. I don’t know how they can suddenly love each other.”

Jenny could see how much Andy cared for his drivers but was blind. “You obviously didn’t see them at dad’s funeral. Steve was her support when she couldn’t keep going. When she needed someone to take care of her when she felt all alone. I know he was there, at the hospital, after her accident. When he came in to see her and said goodbye to her because he wanted her to succeed.”

“He did?”

“Of course, he did. Andy, they have been going in circles because of misunderstandings and assumptions. They fought their way to this point.” Jenny massaged her temples. “Red Bull records all of the team's radio transmissions, right?”

“Yes,” Andy said slowly.

“Perfect. And can Steve and Liv communicate to each other?”

“No, they can only hear if we open a channel to them both, but that rarely happens.”

“What about in Austin?”

Andy riffled through some papers. “Here, the transcript of the race. Liv and Steve never talked. The only time they were even close to each other in the race was when Liv passed him after he spun. He asked if he could catch her.”

“Then this is proof that they didn’t conspire.” Jenny closed her notebook. “Dad would have wanted them to win. Not just the race or the championship. But in love too.”

As Jenny and Andy were meeting, Liv, Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam, Frank and Tony were all in Liv’s suite, discussing the inquiry.

“It’s not fair,” Liv said as she paced the length of the room. Everyone else was sitting, watching her go back and forth. “They are doing this because I’m a woman.”

“Baby, if that were true, you could sue the pants off the organization,” Steve replied in an attempt to calm her.

“Bug, come on, sit,” Frank said, patting the seat between himself and Steve.

“I can’t.” Olivia was pacing to keep other emotions from emerging. “What if they say my points are invalid. What if they say Steve’s are? That would mean he would lose the championship and then we would lose the team one. I would be a pariah and I’ll never get to race again.”

Nat sighed. “Liv, none of that is going to happen. Jenny is here to help with that, and you know she’ll put that big lawyer brain into full gear. Andy is going to make sure nothing happens. You just have to stay calm.”

“Maybe I should quit.” Olivia’s words stunned the room. “Maybe if I wasn’t here anymore, they will stop the inquiry and let Steve keep his points and then…” she swallowed... “then he could finish the season and win.” She finally stopped pacing when she reached the window and looked at the city below.

“Could you guys give us the room, please?” Steve’s voice was stern, and no one questioned the request. Only Bucky stopped to squeeze Steve’s shoulder before leaving the room. “Olivia, come sit with me.” She refused to acknowledge him. “Olivia, right now.” She looked up and he could see for the first time that there were tears in her eyes. “Oh baby,” his tone softens. He could see how much this was tearing her up inside. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her as she finally cried.

“Stevie, I didn’t mean… this all my…” he cut her off.

“Sweetheart, this is not your fault. We didn’t do anything wrong. The press is blowing this up because of who we are.” He kissed her forehead. “Baby, look at me.” Her pink-ringed eyes looked up at him. “Our life, this relationship goes beyond the track. I would do anything for you. I would walk away right now just to see you smile. The championship doesn’t mean anything if you are not right there with me. I love you so much that it hurts to be away from you. So don’t quit, don’t leave. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“Really?”

“Livie, you are my endgame.”

“I am?” Her voice cracked.

“You are baby. I knew that from our first kiss.”

Liv smiled. “I knew from that moment too.”

Steve kissed her softly, making sure to be gentle, to let her feel all the love he had for her. This girl who came in like a breath of fresh air. He could lie all he wanted but their first kiss wasn’t when he fell in love with her. It was the first day they really met. Her eyes blazed at him, showing the spark of fierceness, the way she didn’t back down, because she knew her worth. She put him under her spell right then. No matter how much he fought it, he has been in love with Olivia Williams for far longer than anyone knew. She was his home. He would gladly give up racing to be with her and help her achieve every goal.

They stayed in that night. They ordered room service and kept to themselves, needing those final moments of peace before the flurry of press and fans descended upon them.

Steve took his time, taking her apart, piece by piece, as he made love to his girl. It was soft, it was sweet, it was everything they needed that night. As she slept, a sheet covering her torso, Steve looked out to the Vegas night sky. The flashing lights of the strip combined with the muted sounds provided the perfect lullaby that lulled Liv to sleep but kept Steve awake. He wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare. He wanted Liv and himself to just race like before and finish on top, just like he planned. He had no idea what was instore for them on the track. He just hoped that they still had each other at the end of it.

Andy started Sunday with a team meeting. “I know this weekend has been rough on everyone.” He saw the crestfallen face of Liv and Steve, who sat in the back, holding hands. “Especially our drivers. I have spoken to the Bartons, and they are standing behind Steve and Olivia. Our contracts don’t specifically state that they couldn’t have a relationship and we are standing behind that.”

He cleared his throat as some of the crew began to speak. “Just a sec. With that said, this doesn’t mean the FIA won’t be investigating. They have informed us that they will start after today’s race. What they find and what punishments will be endured are unknown, but I know this, we will appeal against any negative decisions made towards the drivers and the team. We are one family here and we will continue that way. Drivers, let’s get you warmed up. Crew chiefs, a word. Everyone else, please do your final checks before the race starts.”

Liv heads back into her garage and climbs up to her secret loft area. She pulls out her phone and scrolls through all of the headlines.

F1 PRINCESS IN RELATIONSHIP WITH RED BULL STAR

IS ROGERS USING WILLIAMS HEIRESS TO STAY ON TOP?

OLIVIA WILLIAMS: IS SHE BOUNCING FROM DRIVER TO DRIVER? SOURCES SAY SHE IS USING ROGERS TO GET TO DRYSDALE

ARE THE NEW EAR FEMAL DRIVERS DISTRACTING TO THE SPORT OF F1

OLIVIA AND STEVE: RACING’S NEW ROYAL COUPLE UNDER INVESTIGATION

WILL THEY LAST? LIV WILLIAMS AND STEVE ROGERS IN TROUBLE ALREADY, CLAIMS SOURCE

Liv could feel the tears threatening to fall. One article accused her of using her father’s name while another claimed that she was using Steve to take his spot. Another said she was doing it to get back at Ransom and how heartbroken he is. Others say she was paying off officials for her win.

“You know,” her head whipped around to see her favorite ocean blue eyes staring at her, “if you let them get into your head, you are just going to prove them right.” Steve crawled as best he could to laid down beside her.

“Steve, they are saying I didn’t win on my own. That Andy paid people off so I could win. How could they say that? Why would they tell these lies?”

“I don’t know, love.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “But you have to ignore it. You need to put your game face on and show them how wrong they are.”

“Promise me. Promise me that you won’t leave me when they tear me down.”

“Never.” He kissed her. “C’mon, let’s kick this field’s ass and show them we are an unstoppable force.”

The race went well for Red Bull with Steve and Liv finishing one-three with Charles in the middle. The win was somber, with Liv just going through the motions. As the drivers sat down in the press room, the tension became palpable. The standard F1 reporters asked the first questions, like how the race was, was the track good, stuff like that. It wasn’t until the floor was opened to the other reporters that Steve figured out what was wrong.

The first reporter stood, “Adam Schefter, ESPN. Congratulations Steve on the win.”

“Thanks.”

“Was it team orders that kept you in the lead?”

“No, no orders were given.” Steve clenched his jaw. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Liv visibly tense.

“Williams had the chance to pass a couple of times. Was she told to stand down?”

Steve wasn’t sure what to say before Liv spoke up. “I wasn’t told to do anything. Rogers is an excellent driver, and I couldn’t get around him.”

The next reporter, Maria Smith from AP Sports moved on to Charles. Liv zoned out of the question until she heard. “Is it true that you had a previous relationship with Miss Williams?” Her heart stopped.

Charles took a sip of water to calm himself before answering. “I don’t know what that question has to do with the race.” He cocked an eyebrow at the woman, who blushed and sat.

“I would like that answer,” a man from NBC Sports stood up. “Did you have a relationship with Miss Williams that could affect whether she allowed you to score more points?”

Liv bit her lip to stop from screaming at the man and keep the tears at bay. Charles looked at Liv to see her broken expression and grew angry. “Olivia and I are friends, just like most of the drivers here are. She wouldn't give us an edge if she can help it. She is here to race and to win, that’s it. This line of questions is inappropriate.”

“So, you are saying that there is not a relationship between you and her, but you are ok that a relationship formed between her and Rogers?” The reporter was egging them on, and Steve knew it.

He stood up, palms down on the desk in front of him. “Our relationship is none of your business. Olivia and I...” he stopped to look at her and she watched him with heartbroken eyes. “Olivia and I are in a committed relationship. I love this woman, and I will not sit here and allow you to try and take her apart. She is a fantastic racer, a history maker, a trailblazer. She has done it all while men like you tried to keep her down. Fuck, even I tried to keep her down, but she fought back for everything she has earned. She is respected among her colleagues, and she has done her job. These interviews are over.”

He stepped back, went to Olivia and took her hand and walked her out of the press room, while questions were flung at them. Charles followed and Olivia buried her head in Steve’s chest. “I am so sorry Livie,” Charles said.

“Thank you for standing up for her,” Steve said, when he could feel the sobs coming from her.

“We’ll all stand up for her, punk.” Steve looked up to see Bucky with the other drivers. They all patted Liv’s back as they marched into the press room. Steve heard Bucky as he declared with the other drivers that they would no longer be interviewing them bar official statements for their treatment of Olivia. Conspicuously absent are the Mercedes drivers.

As the group walked away, Andy and Jenny came up to the couple. “Great race, guys but I have some news.” Andy swallowed. “The FIA has decided to open an official investigation. They have a complaint and, well, with the pictures, they had no other choice. I’m sorry Liv but you are suspended pending the conclusion of the investigation.”

“But there are only two races left,” Steve complained.

“I understand but...” Liv silenced him with her hand.

“It’s ok Andy. Did we ask for expedition?” Jenny answered with a nod. “Well, then I will head home to California. Doesn’t look like any reason to travel to Brazil at this point.” Steve gripped her hand and walked with her.

“I won’t leave your side Love Bug.”

“But the championship...”

“There is nothing bigger than us right now.”

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Following Team Orders ~ Epilogue

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 925

A/N: I'm not crying. You're crying ~ A.D.R.

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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Liv was excited. The first race of the season was always exciting. As she slowly woke up in her favorite place, in Steve’s arms, she smiled. A sudden twist in her stomach made her bolt up and run into the bathroom.

Steve woke to the sounds of Liv groaning from the bathroom. He got up to check on her. “Sweetheart?”

“I told you that chicken tasted off,” she mumbled. Steve chuckled as he kissed her forehead. He grabbed a towel to wipe her face.

“Maybe you should check with medical,” he suggested. “You had that headache and the chills and now this. I’m worried doll.”

“I’m fine Stevie. It was a cold.”

“That was two weeks ago baby, and you are still sick.” Liv shook her head, but Steve stopped her. “Olivia Williams-Rogers, you are going to medical, or I’ll tell Ari to bench you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me Doll.”

They stared off for a moment before Liv huffed. “Fine. Medical.” She pouted at him as he laughed.

“Just a checkup love. In sickness and in health, remember. I love you.”

She smiled softly. “I love you.”

“C’mon. Up you go.”

Surprising news coming from the FIA. Newly crowned champion Olivia Williams-Rogers has been pulled as a driver for the season. The only statement made was that Mrs. Williams-Rogers had made the decision with Mecedes. One can only hope that everything is ok. Mrs. Williams-Rogers won her first championship last year at the helm of Mercedes following a second championship by her husband Steve Rogers and her former crew chief James Barnes. Mercedes has said that their reserved driver, Cole Turner, will take her place this year.

Olivia stalked back to the garages after meeting with Ari and FIA officials and was seething. She walked to the Red Bull garage. She saw Tony. “Where is my husband?”

Tony took an involuntary step back, seeing the rage cross her face. “Uh, he’s with Barnes and Barber in the conference room.” Liv whirled around and stalked to the conference room.

Steve was sitting with Bucky and Andy, reviewing the new regulations, when the door flew open. He was startled to see Olivia storm into the room and head straight for him. “Doll...” he didn’t have a chance as Liv smacked his chest. “Ow, Olivia what the hell?”

“You did this to me! You did!” She kept smacking him as he tried to dodge her blows on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her to stop her as Andy and Bucky gave her looks of concern. “You made me go to medical and this is all your fault.”

“Olivia, stop, right now,” Andy ordered. She stopped, listening to her adoptive father and sagged against Steve's chest, bursting into tears.

“Babydoll, love, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She whispered something to him, and the look of shock crossed his face before he smiled wide. “Go on, tell him, my beautiful doll.” He thumbed the tears off of her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

Liv turned to Bucky and Andy. “I’m not racing this season.” Andy opened his mouth, but no words came out. She smiled softly before making her way to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and he hugged her tightly. “You’re going to make a great grandfather.”

He pulled back. “What? Wait?”

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Bucky whined. He tapped his left hand onto the glass table, his own platinum ring tapping the glass.

Steve clapped his shoulder. “Relax Uncle Bucky or I’ll call Auntie Nat to tame you.”

Bucky looked back and forth at Steve and Olivia. “What? No!” He could see the tears of happiness flooding his best friend's eyes. Liv’s tears were streaming down her face as Andy cradled her head. “Livie, you’re pregnant?”

She nodded. “We’re gonna have a baby. And medical revoked my racing license. I’ll be changing roles for this year with Mercedes. It’s all that jerk face's fault,” pointing to Steve.

Steve smiled wider and popped a shoulder. “I would be upset but I’m not.” He walked over and lifted his girl up, spinning her. “You’re having my baby.” He kissed her softly. “My baby momma.”

Bucky hugged Steve before sweeping Liv in his arms. “Congratulations guys! How far along?”

“Nine weeks. I talked to my mom, and she is thrilled. I’m due in September.”

“I gotta call my mom.” Steve looked at his wife, the now mother of his child. “You are not allowed around the cars anymore.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Try and stop me, Rogers.”

“Bring it on Williams. They,” pointing to the guys, “will help me.”

Bucky raised his hands, but Andy smiled. “Bug, he’s right.” She looked at him with rage. “You are carrying my grandchild. I’ll talk to Ari about putting you in a safe position until you can’t travel anymore.”

Liv looked at him and then nodded. “Ok.” She burst back into tears, burying her face into Steve’s chest and the look on Steve’s face was classic.

Andy chuckled. “Get used to it Steve. Congratulations.”

Seven months later...

Great news from the Mercedes and Red Bull garages! Andy Barber has announced the birth of Steve and Olivia Rogers’s twins, Davina James and Matilda Rose. Mother and daughters are doing well. Steve did miss last week in Singapore to be in California for the birth and is set to return in Austin. Everyone here in Formula One send their well wishes and congratulations to the Rogers family.

THE END

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Following Team Orders - Monza

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The Italian country side is beautiful in the summer. The red convertible took to the curves with ease. Olivia tilted her head back in the car to absorb the sunlight on her skin. It felt freeing, feeling the wind in her hair as Bucky drove them around. It was Thursday, just a team meeting later. Bucky took a hold of Liv’s hand and she smiled. There were no words to say right now. It was nice to be with someone who wasn’t a jerk, or a liar, or in it for the money.

Bucky squeezed her hand gently. “Sorry Bug, but we gotta go back.”

“Why?” She whined. “I love it out here.”

“I know Bug, but we have that meeting.” Bucky lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “I know a good restaurant for after. We can eat with Frank, maybe invite some of the crew?”

Liv smiled. Bucky was selfless and she liked that about him. “Team dinner then?”

“Team dinner.”

After Friday’s practices, Liv and Bucky were in her trailer, reviewing photos of the track. Monza had an upward climb that could be tricky, and Bucky wanted to make sure that Liv was prepared.

“So this is…”

“Turn one, uphill after the straight. Umm…” Liv closed her eyes, “there is a tree as a marker for the turn, left and into turn two.”

“Perfect. Great job Liv.” They high fived and Liv giggled. “What?”

“You can only do things with your right still. Why aren’t you rehabbing?”

“Because I’m busy with a bratty driver who needs more attention.” He pointedly looked at her.

“I am not a brat. I am a Williams. We are never brats,” Liv said with a mock accent.

“Said the brat.” Bucky smirked at her. “Williams or not, you have to be the neediest driver I have ever worked with.”

“I am not.” She pouted a little.

“Are too.”

“I am not needy or bratty. I am just … delicate.”

Bucky snorted. “Delicate?”

“Yeah, delicate. Like a flower. Just need some love and nurturing and BAM! I’m a garden.”

Bucky looked at her for a moment before bursting out laughing. “You talk some shit.”

“Well that’s just rude,” she sniffed. “I’ll go hang out with Johnny or Frankie then.”

“Whoa, whoa, baby girl.” Bucky pulled her back and she tripped, landing in his arms. He pushed a tendril of hair away from her face. Liv looked up at him and bit her bottom lip. He tugged it free and searched her eyes, trying to see if she was hesitant. When he saw none, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers gently.

Liv was lost. His lips were so soft and gentle, no bruising force behind it. She tried, oh so hard, not to compare it to Steve’s but she couldn’t. Steve was just as gentle, but his lips formed better onto hers. Not to say that Bucky was a bad kisser, no, he was an amazing kisser, just different. Liv mentally shook herself. Bucky wanted her and that should be the important part. She moved to deepen the kiss and she felt Bucky smile against her lips.

Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was. The most beautiful girl in the world was kissing him back. He ran his fingers through her dark hair and tasted her. She tasted like pop and strawberries. It was addicting. And he was in heaven. After a moment, he pulled back to let them breathe. “I’m sorry doll face, I didn’t mean to take it that far.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, well, I meant to kiss you because your lips are so inviting but I didn’t mean to push you into more.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t Buck.” She kisses him softly again. “I liked it.”

Bucky grinned. “Would you like to go on a date with me Olivia?”

Olivia walked around the race track lost in thought. The last twenty-four hours had been life changing to say the least. She was contemplating everything when she felt someone walking next to her.

“Penny for your thought?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want Johnny?”

“Couldn’t commit to calling me ‘Torch’ huh?”

“That is such a stupid nickname.” She quirked up a smile at him. “I mean, you’re a driver not a firefighter or some trumped up superhero that shoots flames.”

Johnny clutched his chest in mock pain. “Ouch, Liv, hit a guy where it hurts.”

“If I did that, it would be considered assault.” She laughed. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Saw you walking and the last time I saw you thinking this hard, I’m pretty sure I had to half carry you to your room.”

“First of all, there isn’t any alcohol in my hands, second, what do you know about thinking deeply.” She giggled and Johnny huffed out a laugh. “And third, I never did thank you for helping me.”

“I mean, I got my jacket back.” Johnny shrugged. “Couldn’t leave you there like that.”

“Thanks, Torch.” She grimaced as she said it and Johnny let out a loud laugh.

“See it’s not so bad.”

“It’s terrible.”

“So why are you in deep thought? Trying to plan a way to run over Drysdale and get away with it? I make a great alibi.”

“As tempting as that sounds, no.” She sighed. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

“Well, maybe I can help take your mind off things.” He smirked and she raised an eyebrow. “Not like that, perve, I meant like maybe I can take you to dinner. Have food this time with drinks. Just you and me.”

“You and me? Like a date?”

“Yeah, like a date. I like you, Olivia.” He moved closer but she took a step back.

“I’m flattered Johnny, I am but I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“Oh. Ok.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “This is now awkward.”

“Look, it’s just, I think you’re great, under all of that cocky shit but I’ve got a lot going on right now. You are a great friend, really.”

Johnny grimaced. “Friendzoned. Got it.”

“I’m sorry.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I really am grateful for you that night. I gotta go.” She moved to walk back.

“Are you with someone else?” He called out to her.

Liv blushed. “Almost.”

Saturday night.

She should be on a date.

But no. She’s not.

She’s at the hotel, waiting anxiously on the ball of her feet. She looks at her watch and then her phone.

“LIVIE!!!”

She looked up to see a mass of red hair running towards her. “Nattie! You made it!”

The girls collide in a hug in the middle of the lobby in a mass of screeches and giggles.

“God, Liv, that was an amazing plane. Frankie said it was swanky, but I had no idea.”

“It is nice. Andy wanted to make sure you were here safe and sound. That or he didn’t want to deal with me at the airport.” Liv picked up Nat’s bag and they linked arms as they headed to the elevator.

“So, tell me what’s going on? How’d qualifying go?”

“Not bad. Eighth but I can move up. It’s not like…” she stopped when the elevator doors opened.

Nat was still looking at her. “What?” She turned her head towards the elevator and groaned. “You?”

Ransom Drysdale feared no one… except for Natalia Romanov, Liv’s best friend. He blanched as he saw who was with Olivia but couldn’t stop what happened next.

“Who are you?” Suzanne popped her gum as she looked at Nat, her arm linked to Ransom’s.

“Natalia, Liv’s best friend. Who the fuck are you?”

“Suzanne, Ransom’s sister,” she said.

It hit Olivia like a truck. Ransom had his sister seduce Steve. And Steve went for it, unknowingly. Ransom had done this to her again. She thought back and didn’t remember what the blonde had looked like when she was kissing steve. And it dawned on her that Suzanne had dyed her hair, which explained why she didn’t recognize her. And she was in pain. Ransom took away her happiness again. She looked back and forth between the siblings, a smirk on Suzanne’s face and nothing from Ransom. “excuse us,” she mumbled as she backed away from the elevator and up the stairs.

Nat looked at the pair. “The fuck did you do Hugh?”

“Not a lot.” Ransom shrugged. He guided his sister out. “But enough that I may have to up my security if you are around Romanov.” He walked away quickly.

Nat raced up the stair to find Liv sitting against the wall, silent tears falling. “Babe, what happened?”

“There is a lot I have to tell you Nattie.” She patted the floor next to her. She took the next hour, explaining everything to Nat. She cried again as Nat held her.

“I’m in love with him Nat and he was a pawn in Ransom’s game. But he abandoned me and accused me, and I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

“But is dating his best friend the best solution? Liv, what is it that you really want?”

Liv leaned back against the wall and looked to the sky. “I dunno.” She looked at her best friend. “I just want to be loved.”

“Do you know who can do that for you?”

Liv looked at Nat. “Yes.”

“Then go get him.”

Race day was nothing like Liv had imagined. With the revelation that Ransom has caused her pain with Steve, she was unfocused again. She sat at the end of the day, heartbroken once again, confused on what to do. She rewatched the tape of the race. Watching her tire blow after she miscalculated the curb. She had managed to limp back to the pits and get the tire changed but still finished 11th. She sighed and was going to turn it off when she heard a throat clearing.

“I know you don’t want to see me, but I just wanted to check on you.”

Liv closed her eyes. “I’m fine Steve.”

“It wasn’t your fault today.”

“Yes, it was. You were right. I’m just a name. Not a racer.”

“I never said that Livie.” He stood next to her as she refused to look at him.

“Doesn’t matter. Ransom was right. Just riding my father’s name. I’m not good enough. Not as a driver, not as girlfriend. You proved that to me.”

“Livie, that’s not true.”

“You assumed I would leave. You didn’t trust me.”

Steve looked down. “I know. But Livie, baby, that’s not what I think. Not at all.” He pulled her in as she started to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He held her close, breathing in her shampoo, rubbing his hands over her back, his cheek against her head. He could feel her body tremble and he held her tighter. “You are amazing Bug. You are so fucking special, and I can never say sorry enough to you. Please forgive me Bug.” Liv looked up at him and Steve took in her beautiful face. He was done asking for permission and would ask for forgiveness later. He leaned down and gently kissed Liv.

Liv took in his scent, his warmth. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t do this. She pulled away and wiped her eyes. “I can’t do this Steve. I’m sorry.” She walked out of the garage.

Steve took a moment. He wished it could change but it seemed like it wouldn’t. He was in love with a girl who wouldn’t have him because of himself. He slowly walked out of the garage.

And walked into a nightmare.

Because in front of him was his girl and his best friend.

Locked in a kiss that didn’t look like their first time.

Steve Rogers’s heart broke.

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Following Team Orders ~ Austin

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Texas has to be one of the favorite tracks among the racers. The atmosphere, the fans, the track, they all just made racing fun. Olivia had been excited to race here. But since Singapore, she had been distracted. Andy’s words had been on the forefront of her mind. She made it her mission not to fuck up this chance. She was studying the pictures of the track on Thursday, getting ready for practice on Friday, when she ran into a solid object. She stumbled back as a hand steadied her. “You ok?”

Liv looked up to see Steve in front of her. “Sorry, I should stop reading and walking.”

Steve chuckled. “Probably a good idea.” He let go of her elbow and swallowed hard. “I’ll see you later?”

She bit the side of her mouth. “Yeah, see ya.” She turned and walked away, the wave of awkwardness washing over her. She made it to her room and closed the door, leaned against it and sank to the floor. She buried her face in her hands. Why is this so hard?

Friday seemed just as awkward as Frank and Bucky watched Olivia and Steve. “Is it me or are they too polite to each other?” Frank asked.

“Nope, they are high level nice to each other. Do we know what happened when Andy pulled them aside?” Bucky pondered.

“Nope. Liv hasn’t said a word.”

“Neither has Steve. I know Andy dressed them down, but I didn’t think it was this bad.” Bucky shook his head. “Your best friend is stubborn.”

“My best friend? What about yours? He hasn’t even tried to get her to forgive him.”

“Like she would let him.” Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, I know that this has been hard on her ever since she walked in on bimbo made a move on him...”

Frank cut him off, “wait, say that again?”

“That bimbo.” He stopped, “I think she said her name was Suzanne. She made a move on Steve and Bug walked in on them.” Bucky saw the look of shock on Frank’s face. “What?”

“Suzanne? Suzanne Drysdale?”

I don’t know the last name, but Steve mentioned she was an intern for Mercedes... oh shit. Do you think Drysdale set him up?”

Frank ran a hand through his hair. “It looks that way to me. Shit, I wonder if Liv knows.”

“Wouldn't that allow her to forgive him?” Bucky wondered aloud.

“You’ve never had a female best friend, have you?” Frank asked with a chuckle. “Doesn't matter the circumstances. Steve allowed someone else to kiss him when she was already claiming him. That’s basically unforgiveable.”

“Jesus, girls are complicated. Ok, so what do we do?”

“I’ll ask Liv what she knows but we should probably let Steve in on this information.”

“He is going to kill Drysdale.”

“Not if Liv gets there first.”

Friday evening had Bucky and Steve walking in the lobby, talking about where to eat. They heard a laugh and saw Liv standing near the elevator with Johnny Storm leaning against the wall. They watched as Olivia tucked her hair behind her ear and Johnny smiling like the idiot he is. “Wonder what’s going on there?” Bucky asked. He looked to see Steve’s jaw clenched. “Or not.”

“Nothing I can do. She’s her own woman.” They watched until Johnny gave her a one arm hugged and then walked out of the hotel. She walked to the elevator and went upstairs.

“Ready for dinner?” Bucky went to call for a car, but Steve shook his head.

“I’m not feeling it now. Just want to get my head straight for tomorrow.”

“Steve, I know it’s been hard since Singapore...”

“I’m fine Buck, I just want to be alone right now. Contemplate how everything went to shit. Thanks though.”

“Alright, I’ll see you for breakfast?”

“Sure.” Steve headed to the stairs, making sure he wouldn’t run into anyone on the elevator.

Liv was back in her room sitting by the window, a glass of wine in her hands, waiting for her room service to be brought up. She thought about everything from the last two weeks and wondered if she could keep going. A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. She opened the door and smiled. “I didn’t think you were coming by...”

Singapore – two weeks ago...

“Well, here’s your chance Rogers!” She spreads her arms. “Tame the brat! Since you think you are the almighty god of racing.”

“Don’t temp me Olivia,” he growled at her.

Liv scoffed and turned as she said, “You couldn’t handle me.”

Steve grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her impossibly close, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Watch me.”

“What?”

Steve took her into his arms. “Watch me tame this beautiful, amazing, annoying creature in my arms. Because you have no idea what you do to me Olivia.”

Liv sucked in a breath, “Steve...”

“Don’t Livie, just...” he leaned down and kissed her gently but with a passion Liv had never experienced. She melted into him, losing herself in the warmth of his body, the taste of his lips on her. She pulled back to breathe but Steve was back on her again, bending slightly to grasp her around her thighs and sit her on the counter, slotting himself between her legs.

“Stevie,” she moaned as he let go of the kiss and moved to kiss her neck and shoulders. “What are we doing?”

Steve stopped and looked into her eyes. “What we should have been doing this whole time, doll. I should have been worshiping your body, your soul, your heart. I am yours, Olivia, if you’ll have me.” He kissed her softly again, putting so much tenderness and love into one kiss that Liv knew that he had her just as much as she had him. Steve pulled back, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the redness of her lips from his kiss. “I was falling in love with you Livie and don’t think I’ve stopped.”

A tear slipped and Liv took his face in her hands. “I was falling in love with you too.”

Austin – present day...

“How’d you throw Bucky off?”

“Claimed a headache? Storm?”

“Asking about barbeque joints.”

“Good.” Steve didn’t wait a second longer before he pulled his arm up and got her legs around his waist and pressed her against the wall. He kissed her hard and she moaned at his roughness. “I miss that sound, Bug.”

“I miss your lips, baby.”

“I miss this ass,” he smirked as he gripped her backside, making her squeal. “But most of all I miss you.” He kissed her with the passion Liv only knew Steve had. He tightened his grip on her legs and moved them to her king-sized bed, lowering her gently while staying on top of her. He ran his hands over her curves as they made out on the bed. Another knock on the door made him stop. “Expecting anyone?”

“Just room service. Got some beers and food for us.” She kissed his nose as he let her up. She went to the door to sign the check as the food was carted in. She held the door as the bellman left and she saw Ransom in the hallway. She quickly closed the door and listened to make sure he left.

“Baby?”

“Shh... douche bag was in the hall way,” she continued to listen at the door.

“Livie, baby, come here and let me make you scream my name so he knows exactly who belongs to you,” Steve said as he moved her hair out of the way and began kissing her neck.

Liv moaned quietly. “Stevie, you gotta stop. I’m hungry.”

“So am I.”

“For food.” She pushed Steve away with a laugh and went to get her burger and beer. He followed her, smacking her ass and causing her to yelp. “Dirtbag.”

“You love it, sweetheart.” He gave her a cheeky grin as they sat and ate. Steve took a swig of his beer. “Livie, when are we going to talk about this?”

Liv stopped, with her burger midway to her mouth and frowned. “What do you mean? Do- do you want to stop?”

Steve’s eyes widen. “No! Sweetheart, no. I just… I just want to know where we are going. Are we going to keep it a secret? Do we tell everyone? Do we just tell the team? Am I going to meet your mom as your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” She looked at him with her doe eyes, lashes framing her beautiful brown eyes. Steve lost himself looking into them, seeing his future.

“Well, I mean…” he rubbed the back of his head, his tell that he was nervous. She giggled and he looked at her. Her eyes changed from apprehension to mischievous. “Rude, just so rude, babydoll.”

“You made it easy, baby.” She took a bite of her burger with a smile. I “want you to meet my mom and sister. And Natasha, my best friend. But I’m nervous to tell anyone else. I don’t want them to think that I am just bouncing from man to man, even if nothing happened with anyone else.”

“I understand. When will your family be here?”

“Tomorrow night. I’m supposed to have a quiet family dinner just outside of town with them.” She smiled shyly. “Maybe you could come with me?”

He smiled big. “Of course.” He leaned over and pecked her lips. He went to move away, she pulled him closer. He smiled bigger and moved the plates out of the way. He could feel how hungry she was for him. “Want something, doll?”

“Uh huh.” She slid her hands down his back and pulled his ass, so his hips were closer to her. He had been half hard already and grew harder as her hands wandered. Steve stopped her hands and pinned them above her head.

“Gotta say please,” he mumbled as he let go of one hand but quickly grabbed both under one of his.

Liv could feel the heat of his length between her legs. She needed him, wanted him, wanted everything. “Please Stevie. Please don’t make me beg.”

Steve could have given everything to her right there. That voice, that angelic voice, whether it be reading off stats on the radio, screaming bloody murder at him for being an asshole or moaning his name as she came, was the one thing that could bring him to his knees. Who was he to deny his girl what she wanted.

Swiftly he sat up and removed her shorts and panties, as she removed her own shirt. She was just in a pink lace bra and he looked back to see the matching panties on the floor. “Oh, baby, for me?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” she replied, breathless from the looks Steve was giving her as his eyes raked over her body.

Steve kissed the inside of Liv’s knee, listening to the little noises Liv let out as he started his mission of tasting every inch of her skin. “You are beautiful, my Olivia.”

Liv preened at that. What a difference six months made. “Steve, I need you.”

“Yea?” Steve stopped his slow ministrations and moved up her legs. “Can I taste you, pretty girl?” She nodded and he gently lapped at her core, tasting the wetness that had already been released. His cock throbbed at how hot and wet she was for him. He pushed his tongue in, the wet muscle poking deep, so deep that she moaned like an alley cat. It didn’t take long; he knew what he was doing and she relished in his expertise.

Her orgasm came out quick and Steve drank her up. She was fine champagne, and he couldn’t get enough. He got her through her high before kissing his way up. He kissed her hard so she could taste herself and she moaned. His little lady bug was a very dirty girl. “Can I take you?”

“I got the IUD so we’re good,” she mumbled as she kissed more and more of him.

“Good.” And without warning, he thrusted into her, settling deep inside her. Her back arched up as her hand dug deep into his skin. The first time they had sex it was soft and sweet. This time, Steve wanted it to be hard and dirty. He rutted into hard and fast, setting a relenting pace that made Liv see the stars.

She cried as he pulled out of her but was cut off as she was flipped to her stomach and her hips were pulled upward. Steve smacked one cheek and then the other before taking one more lick of her core. Liv wailed as Steve slammed into her again. “So deep Stevie, fuck so good.”

“Yea? God this pussy is tight. Made for me,” he said as he railed her. He grabbed her hair to pull her up and then wrapped one arm on her waist, his other hand around her neck as he continued to pound into her. “You ok, baby?”

Liv moaned. “Don’t. Stop,” She panted.

Steve smiled as he peppered kisses on her neck with each buck of his hips. He could feel her squeezing him, she was close again. “Let go, baby. Put me out of my misery Livie. Cum for me.”

With a low moan of his name, she came, blood rushing through her ears as waves of pleasure washed over her. She couldn't tell you how long it lasted, it seems to have lasted forever until she felt the final snap of Steve’s hip and he stilled, filling her with warmth. He gently lowered her to the bed, still inside of her, enjoying her warmth.

After they had caught their breaths, Steve pulled out gently, making sure not to hurt his girl. He went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth to clean her up. Then he went back to bed to cradle her. He thought his favorite place in the world was the cockpit of his car. Boy, he was wrong.

As Olivia walked into the restaurant, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t seen her mother since the accident, and she hadn’t told them about Steve. As she looked around, a body pressed up behind her. “Stop chewing your lip, doll.”

She released her lip and let out a sigh. “I’m just nervous.”

“I can see, but it’s going to be ok. Now, where is your family?”

She finally spotted Natasha’s red hair and looked to see her mom and sister there as well. She waved and started to make her way to their table, holding Steve’s hand to grounder herself. “Hi momma!”

“Oh my baby girl!” Annabeth swept her daughter into her arms. “I’m so proud of you Livie. Qualified 4th!”

“Thanks Momma.” She stepped out of her embrace and took back Steve’s hand. “Momma, Jenny, Nattie, I would like to introduce you to Steve Rogers. He’s the other driver at Red Bull.” She swallowed. “And my boyfriend.”

Annabeth stopped and looked at the man. She noted his strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, a heartbreaker. “Well, my goodness. Hello Steven, Annabeth Williams.” She offered her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Williams. I was a huge fan of your late husband. And of your daughter of course.” He looked down at Liv with adoration.

“That’s nice of you to say, please, let’s sit.” Steve sat next to Olivia and was across from Annabeth. She wanted to study him at dinner while Jenny and Natasha basically interrogated the man.

Steve was patient, answering every question thrown at him, only letting go of Olivia’s hand when they ate. He could see how close Liv was to her family and he liked that. Sharon wasn’t like this. Maybe that’s why he knew it would never work out. As the family got ready to leave, Liv announced she had to use the restroom, leaving Steve alone at the table.

Natasha cleared her throat. “Why was Livie crying about you a few months back?”

Steve choked on his scotch. He coughed and cleared his throat. “Umm, well,” he sighed, “I made an assumption and I left her, without reason. If I hadn’t been a stubborn asshole, we would have just talked it out and been together this whole time. Instead, I wasted months without her. Mrs. Williams, Jenny, Natasha, I want to be straight forward with you. I love Olivia and would do almost anything for her. I’m not letting her go unless she sends me away.”

“Well, you hurt my girl, I’ll let Nattie here at you.” Annabeth smiled. She watched as Liv walked back. “Welcome to the family, Steve.”

Liv was nervous.

Well, more nervous than normal.

This race was considered one of her home races so there was more pressure than ever. As she dressed in her fire suit, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!”

Steve walked in with purpose, grabbed his girl and planted a heated kiss. “Good luck sweetheart,” he whispered before he walked out, and she could react. She finished getting ready in a daze before Frank came to get her.

“You ok Bug?”

“Yeah.” Liv walked to her car and re-focused. Bucky helped get her strapped into the car, checking to make sure she could hear him. The team fired up the car and they were off for the formation lap.

It was a smooth start for both drivers, Steve starting on pole and Liv 4th. The race was pretty uneventful, all the moves going right until there was an incident in the pitlane. Steve pulled into the pit and the car stalled out. It took a few seconds to get it to re-fire, but it was enough. Liv having pitted three laps prior now slotted into first while Steve dropped to fifth.

“Dammit. Do we have enough time to catch her?” he asked Sam.

“Negative, we only have 10 left. We can probably get you to 2nd but she’s fast.”

“Copy.”

Liv had no idea what was going on until she crossed the line on the next lap. “Don’t freak Liv but you are currently P1.”

“What?”

“There was an error in the pit for Rogers. He is currently P5 and moving up, but we don’t think he’ll make it. You just need to hang on and keep driving.”

“Bucky, are you sure?”

“90 percent Liv.”

“Copy.”

Was this really it? Would she be able to do the one thing no other woman has ever been able to do in formula one? She kept to the line and never let up.

Steve moved, getting around Storm, Collins and Drysdale and moved to 2nd with one lap to go. But he knew, there was no way he could catch her. He had a front row seat to history and he couldn’t wait.

Liv was struggling to keep her emotions in check as she rounded the last few corners. She had everyone on her mind. Andy, who made this possible; Ransom, to shove this in his face; her family, who would be overjoyed; her dad, who would be so proud and Steve, whom she would finally say the phrase that they danced around.

As she pulled into the final straight, she saw the checkered flag as the fireworks went off and she heard…

“YOU DID IT LIVIE! P1! P1! You are the winner of the United Stated Grand Prix!”

The team could only hear the sobs coming from her as she made her way back around the track. The tears were streaming down her face as she finally calmed down enough. “Thank you guys! Thank you so much. This one’s for you daddy!”

She pulled into the winner’s circle and took a moment before climbing out of her car. She took in the sounds of the crowd, of the teams cheering before she took off her helmet, stood on top of her car and raised her hands in the air. She jumped down and jumped into Andy’s waiting arms as he lifted her in the air. “I did it, Andy,” she whispered in his ear.

“I am so proud of you Bug. And I know your dad is too.” Andy’s eyes were shinning as he hugged his adopted daughter.

The ceremony was filled with emotions as the governor of Texas presented Liv with her trophy. She stood still as the national anthem was played, mouthing the words along. When the champagne bottles opened, Steve and Johnny showered Liv.

It was the perfect afternoon. And everyone watched as Steve Rogers pick up and hugged Olivia Williams on the podium. “I’m so proud of you Livie,” he whispered. “I love you.”

She beamed and hugged him tighter.

“I love you.”

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Following Team Orders - Spa-Francorchamps

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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Andy insisted that Liv be driven to the track for her return race. Frank and Liv flew into Belgium together and Frank drives her in while she looks out the window, distracted. She still hadn’t heard from Steve, and she couldn’t help but wallow in her heartbreak and confusion. Frank and Bucky kept in touch during the break, so far as Bucky had stayed with Liv at her family home in California, being a tourist. Bucky had left a couple of days before she and Frank had, to prep the team and Liv was missing him. He had given her solace while she dealt with her heartache.

As Frank pulled into their hotel for the weekend, he stared at his best friend. “Liv, talk to me.”

She turned to him; eyes red from her unshed tears. “I was falling for him. And now Bucky is… I Don’t know and I’m so confused.”

“Oh Bug.” He pulled her in for an awkward hug in the car. “Chin up until we get up to the room, ok? Then we can really talk about it.” She nodded and wiped her eyes. She got out and there was a crowd of fans, cheering for her. She went over to sign some autographs and her eyes were drawn to a little girl about ten who had on a pink version of her racing polo and hat.

“Hello there,” Liv said as she kneeled to be at the girl’s level.

“Hi Olivia, I’m Jenny. You’re my favorite driver. It used to be Steve but now it’s you.” Jenny smiled a big toothy grin.

“I’m honored Jenny. Would you like me to sign your hat?”

“Yes. Oh, Daddy!” She turned to a man behind her. “Can I have the gift?”

The girl’s father produced a pink polo that matched Jenny’s. “She was hoping you would wear it during the weekend.”

“I would be honored to wear it. Us girls have to stick together,” Liv replied as she signed the hat and took the polo. “You want to be a racer too?”

The little girl nodded. “I race on my bike right now. My daddy made me a track in our backyard.”

“My daddy did the same thing. Well, you keep practicing and maybe one day I’ll be your chief.” She winked at the girl and then gave her a hug. She finished signing and waved at everyone before turning around. She bumped right into Steve, who grabbed her shoulders to stop her from falling.

“Sorry about that.” He let her go to see her still pink eyes.

“Don’t worry about it.” She looked away and smiled at Jenny again before heading straight into the hotel. Frank took her hand and guided her up. She looked over her shoulder to see Steve studying her, but she wouldn’t, couldn’t give him the time of day. He broke her and she needed to heal.

Steve watched Olivia walk away and his heart hurt. She was upset but it seemed like there was something more. He finished with the fans and was headed to his own room when Frank came rushing down. “Rogers!”

“What Adler?”

“Stay away from Olivia. I mean it. You already broke her. Leave her alone.”

Steve’s shoulders slumped and without a word, walked away from Frank. His own heart was broken. And now he just felt guilty about hurting Liv. But it was for the best, especially since she was moving to Mercedes the next year.

After Friday’s practice, Liv dodged the team and caught a ride with Wanda back to the hotel. She went up to her room and changed into street clothes, pulling her dark hair through a cap and went back out into the night. She wasn’t noticed by anyone in the hotel, except one. And he was curious as to what she was up to.

Olivia headed to a bar off the beaten path, hoping to avoid her fellow drivers, teams and fans. She found a quiet bar and sat in a stool in the far back corner, ordering a strong Belgium ale. She knocks it back quickly and orders another until she is sufficiently buzzed.

She wasn’t paying attention, lost in her thoughts. It was weird being in the car now, the slight fear of crashing now gripped her. Ransom had sent flowers with a note, apologizing for the accident but Liv hadn’t responded. She began drinking her third beer when someone sat next to her. She didn’t look up, concentrating on spinning the cardboard coaster.

“Should you be drinking that much?”

Liv’s lip curled slightly on one side. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“And why are you drinking alone? Beautiful girl like yourself should be drinking with someone.”

“You would think but I don’t have anyone that cares enough so here I am.” She turned to face Johnny. “You drinking?”

“Yep.” He signaled to the bartender. “Why do you say that?”

“Say what?”

“That you don’t have anyone that cares about you?”

“It’s true.” She drained the glass as the bartender put another in front of her.

“It’s not Livie. I care. I know your team cares.”

Liv snorted. “You only care so you can get into my pants, Storm.”

“Hey,” he took her hand and swiveled her stool to force her to look at him. “I may be a man whore sometimes, but I can be a friend. You need a friend Liv, I’m your man.”

“Can you just be my drinking buddy for now, Johnny?” She took a large drink of her beer.

“Not a problem.” He sat next to her as she continued to drink. He slowed, realizing that she was lost and was trying to bury her feelings. Normally, Johnny would take advantage of a girl on her own, but this was Olivia. And while he had a pants busting crush on her, she was one of the boys, not some random hook up. As he watched her down her sixth beer, he could see the glassiness of her eyes and knew right then, she was at her limit. He made a move to the bartender to cut her off.

“I’m hungry,” she declared. “Can we get some fries?”

“Sure, we can Livie. But we gotta stand up and get to the hotel.” Johnny grasped her elbow to help her stand.

“Hotel, bleh. That’s where he is.”

“Who?”

She sighed dramatically and waved her hand, “Douchebag.”

“Enlightening.” Johnny smirked but got her up, throwing some bills on the counter before getting her outside. He hailed a cab and got her in. As they arrived, Liv tried to pull out her wallet, but Johnny stopped her. “Just wait here.” He paid the driver and turned back to see Liv trying to stubble into the hotel. “For fuck sakes.” He ran after her and guided her to the front desk.

Liv looked around the empty lobby. “Nobody here.”

“Should think not, its almost 1 AM,” Johnny grumbled. He went to the concierge. “Can you send up some fries, a coke and water to Olivia Williams’s room please?”

“Certainly sir.” The man looked at Olivia. “Does she have her room key?”

Johnny looked at her, seeing her eyes closing. “I’m sure she does but she has had too much to drink so I just want to get her to her room. Can I have a spare?”

“We don’t usually allow this Mr. Storm but seeing the circumstances,” he handed the card over. “Please let us know how we can make Miss Williams more comfortable.”

“Thanks buddy. C’mon Liv, to your room.”

“So tired Johnny.” She rolled her head on his shoulder, eyes closed.

“Yeah, I know.” He leaned down and picked her up, making sure her head was comfortable against his neck.

“Room 9445, sir.”

“Thanks.” He carried Liv to the elevator and up to her floor. As he got to her room, he lowered her, never letting go and opened the door.

Unfortunately, that was when a certain blonde driver decided to have a swim to help him sleep. He watched as Johnny entered Olivia’s room and not come out.

The sun is an evil standard. Especially when you are hung over to shit and the phone is on full volume.

Liv swears she’s dying. Her head is pounding, her mouth feels like wool, her eyes are caked closed. She reaches out and presses the blurry green button. “Yeah?”

“Jesus Liv, where the fuck are you?!”

“Frankie, please not so loud.”

“Olivia, WHERE ARE YOU?”

“I’m in my bloody room, hung over to shit. Why are you yelling at me?”

“You were not in your room last night and you wouldn’t answer Bug. I’m worried.”

Liv tried to sit up and noticed there was a pile of blankets on the couch in the room. “Well, I came back and I’m dying.”

She could hear Frank sigh in the phone. “I will be by in half an hour to get you for practice. Get showered and I will bring coffee.”

“Yeah, ok.” She hung up and moved to the mound on the couch. It was empty but she noticed a note on the desk.

Liv,

I left some water by your bed. See you on the track.

Here if you wanna talk.

Torch

She snorted at the self-imposed nickname Johnny had given himself. She looked back and did see the water, as well as Johnny’s jacket. She drank the water and got up to shower quickly and get dressed, slipping on the pink polo from Jenny. As she shoved Johnny’s jacket into her bag, there was a knock on her door. She opened it to see a cranky Frank Adler in her doorway. “Morning.”

“Morning my ass. Liv, you can’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Just leave without telling anyone. Bucky and I were frantic.”

“I’m a big girl Frank Adler and I can do whatever I want.” She crossed her arms. “If you have a problem…”

“I’m worried Bug.” He moved inside and closed the door. He handed her a coffee. “After yesterday and you telling me that you feel for Rogers and then disappearing…” He looked at the pile of blankets and then the unmade bed. “Was someone here?”

“No.” Liv looked away, sipping her coffee.

“Whatever,” Frank rolled his eyes and moved back to the door. “Let’s go. You can drink that on the way.”

Qualifying for Liv is the worst showing she had done. After finishing 16th, she parked the car and jumped out, not waiting to hear from any of the team and kept her helmet on as she exited. She heads to the team video review room and sits in the corner. She plays the tape from inside the cockpit and from around the track. Bucky watches her from the doorway, seeing just a single tear fall down her cheek. She wipes at it and sees him from the corner of her eye. “They are going to sack me, aren’t they?”

“No Livie, they aren’t.”

“They should.”

“Why? Because you’ve had a bad day?”

“I’ve had multiple bad days.” She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I crashed a multi-million-dollar car, not finishing as expected, drama with Ransom. Andy should just send me home.”

“Bug, bad days happen all the time.” He walked over and sat next to her. “It happens. You’re gonna be fine.”

“It doesn’t happen to Rogers.”

“Liv don’t compare yourself to him. He’s been here years. You will get better in time. I can see you can be great.” He put his arm around her, and she leaned into him. “You are better than him. You just need time.” He softly kisses her head.

“Why are you nice to me? He’s your best friend.”

“But you are my best girl, doll face. I wouldn’t tell you lies.”

She looks up at him, seeing his stormy blues are clear. She swallows as her breathing shallows out. Bucky cups her cheek. “You are amazing Olivia.” He slowly leans in before he hears steps coming and he pulls back.

Frank pokes his head in. “Liv, Bucky, Andy wants to review for tomorrow.” He frowns as he sees them seated together closely. “Sorry, did I…”

“We’re fine.” Bucky stands and helps Liv to her feet. “She just needed a hug.”

“Everyone has a bad day Bug. Let’s see what we can do to make tomorrow better.”

Race day comes and Liv is quiet. Steve refuses to look in her direction and Bucky is being respectful. He gets her ready alone. “Liv, about yesterday…”

“Its ok. You don’t have to explain.” Liv slipped on her helmet cover. “Mistakes, and all that.”

Bucky stops her from putting on her helmet. “It wasn’t a mistake, doll face. I’m sorry I didn’t get to kiss you.”

“What are you saying?”

“That I’m here, if you’ll have me.” He kissed her forehead. “Get your helmet on. We need to get you into the car.”

Liv puts on her helmet and climbs into her car. She shakes her head to get refocused on the race. Its simple really, a nice sunny day and everything seems to go right for one. She is on the best strategy, putting right on time and not having any issues. She manages to get from 16th to 3rd behind Rogers and Lecler.

After podium, she changes quietly and hears a knock. As she sees who is behind the door, she smiles and grabs her bag.

Steve was impressed with Liv’s drive but still pissed that she went back to her room with Storm. He heads over to her trailer to talk to her but stops. He watches as she exits, looking so beautiful, her hair in a loose braid to one side, white tank top, jeans, her boots and a sweater. She takes his best friend’s hand and Bucky kisses her cheek before helping her into the car.

Bucky runs around and climbs in to drive but before he does, he watches as Bucky leans over and place a sweet kiss near Olivia’s lips, as she turned her head at the last moment. She is shy but gives him a small smile.

Steve’s heart is on the floor and has been run over.

His best friend was with his girl.

And he could help but feel like it was all his fault.

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Following Team Orders - Netherlands

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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“I feel like I’ve been replaced.”

“How so?”

“Because you’ve spent the last two weeks with your crew chief instead of me.” Frank mock pouted at Liv while she laughed.

“We were just hanging out. We went to London for a few days. And nothing happened.” She could see the smirk forming.

“So, what is going on with Buck-a-roo?”

“Don’t call him that.” Liv took a sip of her coffee. “We are talking, hanging out, getting to really know each other.” She popped a shoulder, “its been nice.”

“Has he made a move?”

She shook her head with a shy smile. “He wanted to kiss me after the race, but I turned my head. I’m not ready for that. I don’t want to rush.”

Frank smiled. “Well, good for you. He’s a good guy.” He swallowed his coffee. “What about Rogers?”

A flash of anger went through her eyes. “I don’t care about Rogers. He is my teammate. Nothing more.”

Frank frowned. “But you were…”

“Yes, I was and he just… he went…” she sighed. She couldn’t bring herself to tell anyone about what she had seen. What he had done to her. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” Her phone beeped and she smiled. “Bucky wants to do the walk through. I gotta go.”

“Have fun Bug.” Frank smiled. She was finally smiling after a couple of months of heart ache.

Bucky was leaning against the Red Bull trailer, texting with a small smile when he noticed Steve. He goes to wave but gets a filthy look instead, causing Bucky to frown. He wasn’t sure what Steve’s problem was, but he ignored it as Liv came up. “Hey Bug! Ready for the walk through?”

“Sure boss. Got my special kicks on,” flashing her pink hi-tops.

“You are such a girl,” he smirked at her.

“Duh,” as she sipped her iced coffee. Bucky laughed and then pointed where all the drivers were gathering for the walk through. Liv and Bucky stayed in the back, laughing, and joking as they moved around the track.

“So here and turn 5, you want to be careful about leaving the track. You don’t want lap times deleted during qualifying or a penalty.”

“Don’t leave the track, got it.” Liv started to shuffle backwards near the edge. “Oh no boss, see I’m drifting.”

“Liv, be careful,” Bucky warned her as she walked near the edge. He could see it happening and she hit a grove on the edge. He caught her before she hit the ground. “You are a pain in my ass.”

“Thanks for the save.” She stood up and her face darkened. “I guess Rogers was right. I am clumsy.”

“Not clumsy, doll. Just gravity challenged.” He held onto her hand. “Stay with me and I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

“Ok.” She looked down to where their hands were joined. “Gonna let me go?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Not really, no.” She blushed as they continued to walk. They stayed behind everyone, until Charles noticed and nudged Johnny, who got Lance’s attention and soon the entire group could see that Bucky Barnes was holding hands with Liv Williams.

Steve was seething. That was his girl and now his best friend was making a move. After the walk through, Olivia had some press, so Bucky headed to the main trailer to look over some numbers. Steve slammed the trailer closed, making Bucky jump in his seat.

“What are you playing at Buck?”

Bucky turned to look at Steve. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, punk.”

“You know what, jerk. Olivia. What is going on?”

“Why do you care? You have been ignoring her for weeks.”

Steve scoffed but Bucky saw a flicker in his eyes. “She’s leaving.”

“What?”

“I heard her.” He hung his head. “I heard her talking to Lloyd Hansen and get offered a full contract. She used us to get a spot at Mercedes. She’s going back to Drysdale.”

Bucky looked at his best friend with anger. “You are a fucking idiot.”

Steve snapped his head up. “Excuse me?”

“You’re an idiot Rogers. Liv would never go to Mercedes, especially for Drysdale.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you should use your words, you moron. She is not leaving. She told Drysdale that she wouldn’t drive on the same team, no matter how much money. Bet you anything she said the same thing to Hansen. God Steve, you can be so dense sometimes.”

“But I heard her…”

“And you should have asked her! Instead, you broke her spirit, shut her out. She thought she had a family with us, but you just had to go and ruin it. Fuck man, just leave her alone.” Bucky moved to walk away but Steve grabbed his arm.

“Are you with her?” The look of fear crossed his face.

“No.” Bucky shook him off.

“Not yet.”

And he walked, official pissed off at his best friend.

Qualifying goes better than the last race for Liv as she ends up in sixth. Waking up on race day, Liv sits at the window overlooking Zandvoort. She sips her coffee as her phone buzzes.

Bucky: Morning Bug. Breakfast?

She looks at the message and smiles. She is about to reply when she gets another.

Rogers: Can we talk?

Olivia sighs and leaves the message on read before replying to Bucky.

Olivia: Can’t. Promised Frank already.

Bucky: Can I be a little jealous?

Olivia: If you want.

Bucky: I’ll see you at the track, beautiful.

Liv can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. She starts to get ready to head to breakfast with Frank. After, they head to the track, joking and shoving each other just like old times. Steve observes how happy she is and takes a little comfort that she’s with her best friend and not his.

It’s a terrible race.

But not for Olivia.

Steve has an engine that blows four laps before the end. Once back in the garage, he throws his helmet, frustrated at the result and then watches as Olivia finishes 2nd again. From the sidelines, Steve watches Liv park, and jump out of the car and race to the team. She hugs Frank first, but she is lifted and spun around by Johnny Storm. He says something to her, and she blushes before she comes over to Bucky who wraps her in a big hug and a kiss to her head.

With arms crossed, Steve watches the podium as Storm, Liv and a surprising Lance Tucker in 3rd go through the ceremony. As they are announced, each driver shakes the hands of the officials, but Johnny goes one further and kisses Olivia on the cheek and she immediately blushes. Steve grinds his teeth.

Olivia is walking back to her trailer with her trophy to shower and head to dinner with Frank, Andy and Bucky, not really paying attention to her surroundings.

“So, you’re fucking Storm too?”

Liv whips around to face Steve. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I see the way Storm looks at you. You fucking him and my best friend?”

Liv couldn’t stop herself. Her hand shoots out and slaps Steve with everything she had, his head snapping back and he looks back at her shocked. “I am not fucking anybody!”

“Right. You just hang out with Bucky, Storm is kissing you on the podium.” He raises his arms, “what am I supposed to think?!” He took a breath.

“You have no right to ask about what I do with my life. You made that perfectly clear!”

Steve looks at her confused. “What? I haven’t said anything…”

“I SAW YOU! I SAW YOU MAKING OUT WITH THAT MOTO-HO JUST TWO WEEKS AFTER YOU KISSED ME!!!” Liv’s chest was heaving, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Steve was stunned. “You saw me with Suzanne” he asked quietly.

“If that’s her name, then yeah, I saw you. You ignored me, for reasons only you know. You made out with another woman and then I crashed, and you never came to see me.” Olivia was fighting her tears, trying to keep it together. “I thought we had something. I thought you cared. I thought… never mind, it doesn’t matter. I saw you. But you don’t owe me anything and I certainly don’t need to explain my life to you. You made that choice for us.”

“Livie, that… it wasn’t what …”

“Forget it. Stay away from me. I’ll be gone at the end of the season as I don’t have a ride so you can forget all about me then.” Steve’s face was shocked, but Liv didn’t stop. “You took me and broke me. I hope you get everything you wanted. Only ten races and then you’ll never see me again.” She shoved him away and ran to her trailer.

Steve had his hands on his hips and bowed his head. He truly was his own worst enemy. Because he was pretty sure that Liv wanted more with him and he threw it away.

Liv changed and called for a car. She pulled out her phone.

Olivia: I think I’m going to call it a night.

She climbed into the car and headed to the hotel. She wiped an errant tear from her cheek. She had almost blown it. She had almost told him that she had fallen in love with him. Her phone dinged and she looked.

Bucky: Everything ok?

Olivia: I’m just tired.

Bucky: Want some company?

Olivia: Not really. Thanks.

Liv made it back to her room and changed into her pajamas. She sat and grabbed two whiskeys from the mini bar before she turned on the TV. She downed one before she heard a knock on the door. Rolling her eyes, she got up and answered the door.

“One woman party doll face?” Bucky leaned on the doorway and gave her a smile.

“I wanna be alone Bucky.” She went to close the door.

“Bug,” he stopped the door. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened. I just… this year should have been the best year of my life. And its been a clusterfuck. I miss my dad, I miss home. Fuck, I miss Steve and its all just hitting me.” She leaned into Bucky’s chest as she started to cry.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her as she cried. “Bug, Livie, I’ve got you. Frank, Andy, Tony, even Steve will always be there for you. And your dad is always with you.”

“Bucky, I can’t do this anymore. I think I’m going to talk to Andy to find someone else.”

“No. Liv, you told your mom that Williams never quit. I won’t let you quit. C’mon doll face. Let’s just get some food and another whiskey. I’ll let you cry about it, you can scream about it, but you will leave it here tonight. You will leave it in this room.” He picked her up and took her back into the room. They had pizza, they drank some more, she screamed at the world and then fell asleep with her head in Bucky’s lap.

Bucky ran his fingers through her hair as she slept. And his heart was conflicted. Because as much as he loved Steve, he was starting to fall for his girl.

Who doesn’t love a little drama on the track?

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Following Team Orders - Series Break

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

A/N: I'm a day late! Sorry!

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“Olivia?”

Bucky continued to try and reach her as he watched the rescue vehicles and track officials head to her car.

Andy came running over. “Have you reached her?”

“Negative. Olivia? Can you hear me?”

Sam ducked his head. “Rogers is about to approach the scene.”

“Fuck. Ok. Just keep him calm,” Andy said. “I’ll jump on it as soon as we know.”

The ambulance and officials worked to get Liv out of the car. They carried her to a gurney and Andy called directly to the officials.

“What the fuck?” Bucky can hear Steve over his radio. “Is she ok?”

“We don’t know yet Steve,” Sam says.

Andy paces back and forth as he waits for an update. His mind raced, not sure how he would explain what happened to Liv’s family when he heard a crackle on the other line.

“Mr. Barber?”

“Yes?”

“She’s moving, she was unconscious when we got her out. She’s awake now and responding to commands. We’ll be transporting her to hospital.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you at the hospital.” Andy hung up and ran with Bucky and Frank to head to the hospital. Sam jumped on the radio to Steve.

“Steve, she’s moving. They are taking her to the hospital. The yellow ends in two laps and we have five to go.”

Steve gritted his teeth. “Copy.”

“Breathe Steve. She’s going to be ok. Let’s finish and we can head to the hospital.”

“Copy.”

Steve tried to concentrate but his mind is racing with thoughts of Olivia. He had been avoiding her, hurt by what he had heard. But he found it curious that Mercedes hadn’t announced her new contract. The race came to a close, with him winning. He just went through the motions until he got to his trailer and saw Suzanne there. He rolled his eyes and tried walking past her.

“Stevie, baby, congrats on the win. You wanna…”

“What did I tell you last time? I don’t want you.”

She pouted. “I thought you were just saying that.”

24 hours earlier…

Steve was in the garage, avoiding everyone, reviewing the qualifying tape. He saw that Liv had done well in qualifying but would start last due to an engine problem. He sighed, leaning back on the stool. He was being stupid. He should have just talked to Livie but his stubbornness got the better of him.

“You look like you could use a friend.” A blonde approached him in a tight white polo and a rather short leather skirt.

“Not really. Just needed some perspective. Can I help you?”

“I’m Suzanne.”

“Nice to meet you, Suzanne. What are you doing down here?”

“I’m interning and I was just getting to know how a garage is set up.”

“Well,” he looked at the polo to see the Mercedes logo, “you must be lost because this isn’t Mercedes.”

“Oh, I know. I just saw an incredibly handsome man looking kinda sad and I wanted to see if I could help.” She slid into the space between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No, seriously, I’m ok.” He went to push the girl off, but she pulled him towards her and planted a deep kiss on him. He lost himself for a moment before realizing that this girl was not his Olivia. He stood up and pushed away. “Sorry, but you need to leave.”

“But…”

“I’m in love with someone and I can’t do this. Leave or I’ll call security.”

Suzanne huffed as she walked out of the garage. Steve runs his hands over his face but heads out. He needed to talk to Olivia.

“I wasn’t just saying that. Sorry but I’m not interested. Excuse me.” He left a raging Suzanne and headed to the car to get taken to the hospital.

As the team paced in the waiting room, Steve and Sam showed. “How is she?”

“Waiting on the doctors,” Bucky explained, a flicker of anger crossing his face. “We watched the replay. She was clipped from behind by Drysdale.”

“Son of a bitch,” Steve growled. “I hope the FIA is investigating. That is twice.”

“And why do you care Rogers?” Frank asked. “Liv told us you’ve been avoiding her so why the hell are you here?”

Steve went to reply but the door opened. “For Olivia Williams?”

Andy stood up, “Yes?”

“She’s conscious. Alert and moving all of her limbs. She has a grade 2 concussion which we will monitor but no other serious injuries. She’ll be sore for a while but once she passes concussion protocols, we can clear her to race again. She’s asking for you.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Andy walked towards him to follow but turned back to his team. “I don’t want you guys fighting. Rogers, if you have a problem with Liv again…”

“I don’t. I just needed to deal with some stuff.”

“Fine. Let me check on her and then go on from there.” Andy walked back to the room where he found Liv with her eyes closed and the light turned down. “Hey Bug.”

Her eyes sprang open, and she smiled. “Hey boss.”

Andy sighed in relief. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You scared me to death Liv. How are you feeling?”

“Like I was in a car wreck.” She shifted on the bed and groaned. “What happened?”

“From the video, it looks like you were aiming to avoid the water and stepped out of the racing line but Drysdale was running on intermediates still and tapped you, trying to get to water. The nose of the car went into the water, spinning you and then you clipped the grass, which caused you to flip.”

“Jesus, just hearing that hurts my head.” Liv sighed. “Everyone here?”

Andy nodded. “Steve and Sam just got here. Is everything…”

“Everything is fine Andy. Have you talk to my mum?”

“Yeah, she ripped into me. She’s worried. She’s on her way with your sister.”

“God. I’d rather be unconscious.”

“Not funny.” Andy looked at his phone. “The rest of team is chomping at the bit to see you. Ready?”

“Sure.” Andy kissed her head one more time before he left and a few moments later, Frank and Buck came in. She visits with everyone but soon grows tired and falls asleep before Steve can make it into the room.

He watches her sleep, her face serene and he knows that he is really and truly in love with this woman. She was perfect and he was an idiot. He sat next to her, brushing away a strand of hair. “I’m sorry Liv.” He kissed her forehead and left.

His mind was everywhere. I’m not good enough for her, he thought to himself. She’s going to leave and go on to be better. And I’m just holding her back. He headed back to the hotel to pack for the series break. Three weeks, two of which he would be home visiting his mother.

Liv woke up the next day, still with a headache but with more heartache than before. Steve hadn’t visited her or left her anything. She stared out the window until the door opened and she saw her mother and sister in the doorway. “Livie,” her mother breathed.

“Hi Mama.” Annabeth swept her daughter into her arms, hugging her tight. Jenny came in right after, holding her baby sister. Andy walked in and almost turned around when Annabeth saw him.

“Andrew Steven Barber, you get back in here now!” Andy froze and turned to Annabeth.

“Hi Annie, Jenny.” He approached Liv’s bed to kiss her forehead. “How you feeling Bug?”

“Better. Just sore. About to have a headache.” She nodded towards her mother. Andy sighed as he heard Annabeth took in a deep breath.

“Olivia Elizabeth Williams what were you thinking?! I told you that this was dangerous. And Andrew, why would you put her on slicks when there was still water on the track? I mean...”

“MUM!” Annabeth stopped and looked at her daughter. “It wasn’t his fault; it wasn’t my fault. I got tagged from behind. It was an accident. I am fine, that’s the important part.”

Annabeth eyes watered. “My baby. I was so scared when you flipped.” She cried into her daughter’s shoulder as she held her.

“I’m fine Mama, please relax.” She looked at her sister who pulled their mother away.

“Mama, its ok. These cars are very safe now. I mean it’s a concussion, right?” She looked at Andy, who nodded. “Frankie said that the car protected her, but these things happen.”

Ransom stood around the corner, out of sight as he listened in on the conversation. “Look, mama, if Ransom hadn’t tagged her...”

“She’s right Annie, it was an accident. The FIA is already investigating it and we’ll get it taken care of.”

Annabeth looked at her daughter. “I don’t want you to race anymore.”

“What? Why?”

“I just lost your father, and I can’t lose you too.” This made Ransom smile. He wanted her gone since she wouldn’t go back to him, she couldn’t stay.

“Annabeth, be reasonable.” Andy looked at Liv’s crumpled face and her mother’s determination. “This isn’t what David would have wanted. He would have wanted her to get back up, dust herself off and keep going. Holding her back isn’t going to help anything.”

“Mama,” Liv took her mother’s hand. “I know, I know I’m your miracle, but Papa would have wanted me to keep racing. We are doing it safe. Bucky makes me stretch before I get in the car, Frankie double checks everything, Tony is all over the electronics. Please Mama, trust me. I want to finish the season. I want to know that I can do this. And if I stay in F1, then I stay. But if I leave, I’m just telling the world that another woman failed. I can’t do that.”

“Livie...”

“Mama, I’m a Williams. And we don’t quit. We fight, we overcome, and we win.”

Great news coming out of Formula One that Olivia Williams, driver for Red Bull has been released from the hospital one day after her horrifying crash in France. She is said to have a concussion and bruising but has cleared the first set of tests of the concussion protocol. She will be released before being allowed back into the car.

The FIA has also investigated the crash and found the Ransom Drysdale, the lead Mercedes driver, was at fault for causing the accident. The team was fined, and Drysdale will be docked starting positions at Spa and lose any points earned for France. This would be his second accident caused after he tagged James Barnes during the opener. Mercedes should really be looking at Drysdale and see if he is worth keeping on after his dishonorable actions.

Liv sat at the doctor’s office with Jenny and Natasha, her best friend, two weeks later. Sitting on the exam table, she sighed loudly. The Belgium Grand Prix was a week away and she just wanted to start getting prepared for it. The doctor came in. “Miss Williams, good news. I will clear you today from the protocol.”

“Yes. Thank you.” She shook the doctor’s hand and left. Nat decided to have lunch with the Williams sisters.

“So Liv, seeing any of the drivers?” Nat sipped on her wine.

“Not really.” Liv pushed her salad around.

“Not really? What does that mean?” Jenny studied her sister.

“Well, I started to get really close to someone and I don’t know what happened. He stopped talking to me and then I saw him making out with some moto-ho and I just...”

“Oh Liv. Babe, if he thought that was ok then he wasn’t right for you.” Nat patted her hand. “Just glad you weren’t hooking back up with Ransom.”

“After what that asshole did to me, not a chance,” Olivia scoffed. “No, I think I’ll just stick to racing with the boys instead of dating them.”

“What about Bucky?” Jenny asked. “He’s not a driver.”

“But he will be next year. Besides, Bucky doesn’t see me like that.”

“And that is where you are wrong dear sister.” Jenny smiled at her. “You didn’t see him in the hospital. According to Frankie, he was beside himself when you were hurt and refused to leave after you feel asleep.” He was there this morning and left before you woke up.

“He did?” Liv’s mind was swimming. She hadn’t thought of Bucky like that before. As someone who was more than just her crew chief. But she shook her head. “No, that’s my chief. It would never work. I’m just going to get through this season and then figure out life after.”

But her thoughts remained on Bucky. And Steve. And she was confused. Very, very confused.

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Following Team Orders - France

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Ring!

Hi, you’ve reach Steve Rogers, please leave a message.

“Hey Steve, its Liv, uh I made it to France, and I just wanted to see if you wanted to get lunch. Bucky mentioned that you were here already. Ok, I l… talk later.”

Liv frowned as she looked at her phone. She pocketed the phone and walked back to the café where Frank and Bucky were waiting for her. “He didn’t answer.”

Bucky patted her hand. “I’m sure he’s got a reason Bug.”

“I don’t know what happened. We were fine.” Liv slumped in her seat.

Frank smiled. “Eat a croissant. “

“Food does not make…” she sniffed the air as Frank waved the flaky buttery bread under her nose. She snatched it from Frank’s hand and stuffed it in her mouth. Frank and Bucky laughed as Liv flipped them off.

Across the plaza Ransom sat with his sister as they planned their next move. “Look Olivia doesn’t want to come drive at Mercedes, so we need to attack this from a different angle.” Ransom put the cookie in his mouth. “Lloyd went at it the wrong way.”

“Well, what about Stevie?” Suzanne snipped. Ransom rolled his eyes. “Stop Ranny! If we are going to break your precious Olivia, then we need to get Stevie away from her.”

“So, what is your plan then huh? Because seems like I’m doing all the work.” Ransom folded his arms.

“I just need to get him alone right before anyone else sees him. Make a move. He likes the moto girls, right?”

“He does have a weakness in that. He has stopped but maybe if it’s thrown at him…”

“Right so, if he gets caught with a girl by, say Olivia, I think that would put a stop to their budding friendship, don’t you?”

“Well, Suzie, I’m glad to see that you finally proven your worth.” Ransom thought about it. “Olivia usually walks through the paddock to put her helmet away. All of Red Bull’s equipment for both drivers is there.”

“Perfect.”

Liv kept trying to reach Steve, but he continued to refuse her calls. It was hurting her. They had made good progress and now it was like it was in the beginning. She decided she needed answers from the one person who might know what the hell was going on.

“Bucky? Can I talk to you?”

“Sure, doll face. What’s up?” He pulled himself up to sit on the counter as she did the same.

“Did I do something wrong with Steve?”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because I thought we got over the beginning. We were talking. We were friends. And now he is avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?”

“Honestly Bug, I have no idea. That punk hasn’t talk to me either. I knew he left early, and he said he wanted to check on his mum but when I called her, she said he hadn’t been home.”

“Oh.” Liv chewed on her lip. “Feel like getting second made everything worse.”

“Whoa, hey, no, Bug, that was amazing. It gave Steve a big lead in the championship.” Her head bowed and he could see the turmoil, the pain of losing Steve’s friendship. “Livie,” he whispered and pinched her chin to push it up. He looked into her eyes. “This is not on you. Something is up with him and that’s on him. You just keep being amazing and when he figures out what’s going on in his head, he’ll talk to you.”

Liv nodded and gave a faint smile before leaning into him for a hug. “I gotta stretch. Thanks Bucky.”

He squeezed her gently. “Anytime doll face.”

Liv stretched with Wanda, getting her neck and arms ready to her car. She headed into practice three but there was a problem with the car. Tony and Frank made their way over to her. “I’m sorry Liv,” Tony started. “We have to change out the power unit. It’s completely dead.”

“Which means qualifying is a bust,” Liv rubbed her temple. “Great.”

Frank sighed. “You still need to participate for the rest of the field and to run the car.”

“Fuck it.” Liv threw her hands up. “This weekend can’t possibly get worse.”

Liv went through the qualifying process just to get a feel for the car with the new unit. She finished eight but it was a wash with the grid penalty. She climbed out of the car and threw her gloves on the bench.

Frank knew his friend was hurting after making a huge effort to be accepted. “Liv, you did great. How was the car?”

“Car was fine Frankie. My heart just wasn’t into it.” She sighed.

“We should talk about it. Why you are letting your feelings for Rogers get in the way of your success.”

“What?”

“I’m not dumb Bug. We may have dated way back when and yeah it didn’t work but I still know you. I can see it.”

“Frank…”

“Don’t worry about it. I just wish you wouldn’t let him get into your head.”

“Me too.”

“C’mon Bug. We have to go over the weather reports. Predicting rain tomorrow.”

“Never driven in the rain before.”

“Which is why maybe starting in the back is something you need to focus more on.” He nudged her and she laughed.

Liv met with Frank, Tony, Bucky and Andy to go over strategy. As Andy dismissed everyone for the night, Liv looked for her phone and realized she left it on the bench in the garage after putting away her helmet. She headed back, punching in her code and walked straight into the garage. She heard muffled voices and went to see who was in the garage. She couldn’t hear what was being said but as she rounded the corner the sight before her broke her.

Steve and a blonde were in full make out right in front of her. Her hands were on his chest while his hands were on her hips.

Liv couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She stepped back out and ran from the garage to her trailer, where her bike was parked. She grabbed her helmet and gunned her bike, heading straight out to the hotel.

She managed not to cry until she was safely in her room. She tried to muffle her sobs as the rest of the team was on her floor. She laid in bed, heartbroken. She knew she had been falling for Steve but after his actions for the last couple of weeks and now making out with some moto whore, she was done. She didn’t eat, she barely slept.

Olivia Williams was in love with Steve Rogers, and he just broke her heart.

Racing in the rain is an interesting experience. It’s nothing like normal driving. If you have ever driven in the rain, you know that the road is slicker, your tires work harder, your concentration is more focused.

Driving in the rain in formula one is nothing like that. It’s worse.

Teams are required to have special tires on the cars that can better displace water more. This causes what the fans loving call rooster tails. Its looks like the cars have a tail, an amazing spray up of water just like you would see on a rooster. The downside, it makes it 20 times harder to see in front of you.

And Olivia has 19 of them in front of her.

As she wraps her hands in cloth tape, she sees Steve out of the corner of her eye, looking at her. She had gotten her phone early in the morning, leave the hotel before anyone. She saw that Steve had called and messaged but she cleared the messages before looking at them. She had nothing to say, having left all of her feeling on her pillow the night before. She pointedly looked away, concentrating on making sure her gloves were on tight before putting on her waterproof ones.

Bucky came over to adjust her suit to help prevent the water from coming in. “Are you comfortable?”

“No, it’s bulky.”

“Yeah, but we need to keep you warm.” He opened the umbrella and guided her with her regular shoes on, carrying her racing boots. He got to the tent where Liv was able to pull on her boots and wipes them down, trying to make sure they are as dry as possible as she climbs in.

Frank came over. “You good Liv?” He was concerned, having not seen her at breakfast or dinner. He frowned, looking into her normally joyous face seeming sullen, drawn in, dark circles under her eyes.

She nodded, knowing if she spoke before her helmet and radio was on, Frank would know she was off. She just wanted to lose herself in the race, to concentrate on something other than her heartache. She put in her ear plug, pulled on her fire hood, tucking her braid tail in so she can move her head and her helmet.

“Can you hear me Liv?” The disembody voice belonging to Bucky echoes in her helmet.

“Copy.”

“Perfect. Liv, remember, you want to be quick off the line but watch that first corner. Weather is predicting to let up in about 20 minutes, but we haven’t decided when we put on slicks. We are still on threads.”

“Copy.”

“Livie,” she hears Frank. “Get out of your head. You are going to be brilliant.”

She knows that the whole team, including Rogers can hear him so she takes a breath before replying. “Thanks Frankie.”

“Ok, engine start.”

Liv hits the switch, and the engine comes to life. She sees the personnel clear the path and she follows the last car out. She moves back and forth, trying to warm up her tires. She hears all the updates, trying to refocus on the race. She needed to be present and not back in the garage, watching Steve and Blonde Mc Bitch making out. She was the last to get into position for the start, the rain now just a drizzle.

“We have a green flag, watch for lights out,” she heard from Bucky.

“Copy.” She watched the lights and as soon as they were out, she was off. She passed three cars from the start and is alone in the first turn, which she lets out a breath of relief. She’s able to climb the standings with the first few laps, now in 12th.

“Liv, we think it’s time to box and put on intermediates, but we need to know the track condition.”

“The track is drying, Bucky. There are still a couple of stops that are soaked but I can make it work.”

“Copy. We’ll let you know.”

Not two more laps later, she hears it. “Box, box, box.”

“Copy.” She sees the pit entrance and makes it to her pit. The team is quick, replacing her tires and get her back out on the road. “Where are we?”

“You’re 8th Liv. Its Drysdale, Storm, LeClear, Rogers, Hamilton, Tucker, Verstappen.”

“Copy.” She shifts and is away.

Intermediate tires are exactly like they sound. They don’t have deep groves but are not completely smooth. The problem with these is that they will wear down faster. After 10 laps, Olivia can feel the difference. “It’s too dry for inters, we need to change,” she tells the team.

“Liv, its Andy. Is it dry enough?”

“Yes, there is only one spot that still a bit dodgy but if I can avoid it I’m fine.”

A beat later and she hears, “Box, box, box, we are going to hards.”

“Copy.”

Another pit stop later and Olivia is running on slicks. She is gaining on everyone who was still on the intermediates, and they begin pitting, leaving her almost to the top. She rounds another lap and is now ahead of Drysdale but behind Storm and Rogers. There are only a few laps to go and she round the fifth corner heading to the dangerous corner where there was still a lot of water. She knows she has to go wide to avoid it.

Bucky looks down to gage the levels when he hears, “Shit!”

He looks up to the monitors and sees a Red bull car start to spin right where the water in turn six was. “No, no, no!”

The car clips the grass on the other side and flips, rolling in midair. The world watches in horror as the car comes to a stop, right side up. Bucky sees all of Olivia’s metrics on her car flatline and fear grips his heart.

“Liv, do you copy?”

“Olivia, are you ok?”

“Bug, c’mon talk to us.”

Emergency personnel roll to the accident as Bucky continues to try and reach her.

“Livie, please, respond. C’mon doll face, let us know you’re still with us.”

The only thing the team can hear is the static on the radio.

“Livie…”

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