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Miami Grand Prix:
“The winner of the Miami Grand Prix is Bucky Barnes! The world wide sensation at Mercedes shows truly why he is the reigning champion of this sport! He is the King of F1”
Bucky chuckled as held his trophy on the podium. He was promptly attacked with champagne as he basked in the glory of being the victor.
He took it all in happily. Oh he couldn’t wait to be on the top step again. His lead in the championship was getting larger, and his name was being put further and further into the history books.
Bucky ended up unzipping the top part of his racing suit as he walked down to the media. He saw this one reporter who he just always seemed to get paired with.
And no, don’t think he is complaining. This reporter was one of the best at SkySports, he never asked him stupid questions, and well… he was rather nice.
Bucky stood in front of him as the cameras looked at him. “Mr. Wilson. We meet yet again.” Bucky said with a smirk.
Sam just rolled his eyes. “Is that a bad thing? I’m sure I can get another reporter to talk to you.” He said as he held a mic up to him.
Bucky just chuckled a bit as he looked at him. “Nah, I like your interviews.”
“Good. Anyways, fantastic performance. Your race was considered perfect today. What do you think?” Sam smiled slightly as he looked the man in the eye.
Bucky kept that eye contact. “I personally think it could’ve been better. What did you think of… my performance?” Bucky said as he adjusted his hat, breaking that eye contact he couldn’t keep.
He knew he wasn’t brave enough to.
“I think everyone’s performance could be improved, but you exceeded everything. It doesn’t get much more perfect than that.” Sam said keeping his eyes on the Mercedes driver.
Bucky just chuckled. “Thanks.”
“No problem, but don’t get too cocky, hotshot. Anyways, that’s all we have for today. Thank you Bucky!”
Bucky nodded and smiled. He was about to say something when he noticed something. Around Sam’s wrist was a friendship bracelet.
“Friendship bracelets?” Bucky said looking to Sam’s face. Sam immediately looked a bit flustered.
“Oh- these are- some fans of yours gave them to me. Would you like to see them?” Sam asked as the camera was on Bucky still.
“Hell yeah.” Bucky said. Sam pulled his sleeve up, Bucky gently held his wrist as he looked at the bracelets.
“My number and name. Neat.” He chuckled as he looked at the man in front of him.
“Yeah. Your fans are rather… dedicated.” Sam smirked a bit.
“Yeah…” he continued to hold his wrist gently. His grip tightening ever so slightly in his hand. “… they are.” Bucky had a feeling someone (the man in front of him) was telling him a little lie.
Not that he cared.
It was cute.
Bucky sat in his hotel room, getting his hair done as he scrolled on his phone. He scrolled until he paused.
@samwilson
“He has an Instagram?” He pressed his account as Natasha fixed his hair.
“Who has an Instagram?” She said as she plopped on the bed behind him. She looked at his face in the mirror. He looked at her through it.
“That reporter who I consistently get paired with.” He said as he low key lurked through his social media. The redhead raised a brow as she looked at him.
She noticed a look on his face. It was one of interest. Oh she knew this look…
“I saw your twos interview.” She said as she got up to put on her dress. She pulled her shirt off as she walked into the bathroom.
“And?”
“You need to get better at hiding your crushes.” She said as she pulled her dress on.
“Crush? I can’t have crushes in this industry, especially with him.” Bucky said as his finger hovered over the follow button.
“Zip me up?” She said from the bathroom. He quickly tossed his phone on the bed. He walked over and zipped up her dress.
“Being brave won’t hurt you.” She said as she stepped out of the bathroom. He stood there for a second, before following her.
“And I can give you a little… push.”
She held his phone in her hands. She nonchalantly handed it to him. He sighed as he looked at it.
She followed him for him. “You are insufferable.” He said with a smirk.
“You won’t be saying that when you two get together.”
Bucky got in the car heading to the party celebrating his win. He pushed his sunglasses up his face as he ended up in the club with Natasha.
Steve and Rhodey were there as well. They were on the podium with him. So, of course they were there, and already had drinks in hand.
“Ah! There’s the man of the hour!” Steve said as he handed Bucky a drink. Bucky chuckled as an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“It’s crazy how you are somehow winning.” Steve said teasing him. “I remember when I was winning, now I bask in the glory of James Buchanan Barnes”.
Bucky just laughed as Rhodey rolled his eyes at Steve. “Congrats Buck, Steve’s drunk so… he’s a bit more hon-“
“There’s the man who knows how to drive a car!” Another man yelled. Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony as he strolled on over.
“Hey Tony.” Bucky said.
“Hey champ. Basking in the glory? Trying to find a woman to take home?” Tony teased.
“Just looking for a drink -“
Bucky paused when he saw a man dancing in the crowd. He chuckled a bit as he realized it was Sam.
“Man has found himself a target.” Tony chuckled a bit. Bucky just rolled his eyes as he moved away from the group.
They all ended up talking to each other, letting him be before they gave him the worst hangover he’s gonna have in awhile.
Bucky made eye contact with Sam. Sam looked at him as the music went on. The reporter made his way over to him. “So the champion shows his face. Thought you’d never show up.”
Bucky sipped on his drink. “Never said I wasn’t going to show up.” Bucky looked him up and down, sam saw this but ignored it.
Bucky noticed the bracelets on his wrists again. Sam knew he saw them. “So… a fan.” He said as he held his wrist in his again.
Sam tried to keep a straight face, but he just laughed a bit. “Yeah. Uh, no. It wasn’t a fan. Well- it was a fan just not the ones I described.” Sam said rather quickly.
“So… you’re the fan?” Bucky looked at him. The music blaring around them. Sam smiled a bit and nodded.
“Well, nice to meet a fan.” Bucky winked and backed up a bit as he heard his name. He gestured to Sam’s hand.
Sam saw a piece of paper in it with a phone number in it. He blushed a bit and looked at Bucky.
“See you on the track.” Bucky said as he waved and ran off to his friends. Sam stood there stunned.
Emilia - Romagna Grand Prix:
About a week later, the next race was in Italy. Buck was not a fan favorite here. He was driven in the parade and boos followed him. He didn’t care really, it was just what happened sometimes. All he did was just roll with it.
The Ferrari fans here were not keen with Bucky simply because since he reign of dominance, the Italians have not seen a Ferrari on the top set since his reign.
So he was hated here, but did he care? No. He was here to win.
Bucky sat next to Steve, his teammate. The two watched the crowd and waved.
“So, have you spoken to that reporter since your last win?” Steve asked as he fiddled with his jacket.
Bucky looked at him. “Is my love life that interesting that you must ask me… all the time?”
“Yes. Because none of us thought the ice cold king of Formula 1 could ever have heart eyes.” Steve smirked. Bucky rolled his eyes as he waved to the crowd.
“Well there’s nothing to report, and I don’t like him like that, so get over it.”
Steve knew that was a lie.
Bucky was not afraid of love, and it’s not like he didn’t want to be in love, it’s just he was afraid. He has been in the spotlight since his youth. He has been a champion, and a public figure for god knows how long.
Now he is a champion. He’s popular. He isn’t trying to make it seem like he trusts no one, but at the level he’s at, he doesn’t believe he has the ability anymore to find genuine love.
So, he acts like he doesn’t care.
Sam was just an acquaintance.
Of course, as he always confirms his stand on his love life, he finds himself in an interview with a man who makes him question it all.
He looked at Sam as he finished the drivers parade. “Sam Wilson.” Bucky said as he stepped in front of his camera and microphone.
“Bucky Barnes. I’m assuming we’re friends now since you followed me on Instagram?” Sam smirked.
Bucky chuckled a bit and raised a brow. “What else would it indicate?”
Sam just rolled his eyes, then leading into the typical questions. The two exchanged glances. Bucky found himself staring at the man, fondness filling his eyes.
Sam didn’t say anything. He just smiled a bit, but he did look nervous.
After the camera was put away, and the microphone placed back with the reporting gear.
Sam looked at the driver. “Got a staring problem?”
Bucky just chuckled a bit. “Maybe. Why?”
“Cause you’re staring at me.”
“I tend to listen to my interviewers.” Bucky said as he continued to gaze at his interviewer. Sam just stared back at him.
“Good. Well… I’ll see you-“
“I’m gonna invite you to dinner with my friends tonight after I win the race.” Bucky blurted out. Sam suddenly looked confused.
Bucky liked his confused face.
“Uh… why?”
“Cause. I want to.”
“And if I say no?”
“You won’t.” Bucky said with a smirk as he backed up slightly. Sam just let out a laugh of disbelief.
“Alright then. But you have to win.”
“I will. Don’t worry.”
Well. Later that day, Bucky Barnes did lead the race, and won. He was drenched in champagne, and he was proud.
He raced for the team. For himself. For the history books.
He didn’t need anything else….
Bucky wiped champagne off his face as he saw Sam staring at the podium, with his team, videotaping his win.
His heart beat picked up as he just smiled and waved a little. Sams eyes widened, but a smile went across his face as he waved back.
He raced for the team. For himself. For the history books.
He didn’t need anything else….
Did he?
That night he pulled on a black dress shirt, some jewelry and headed out to party the night away. Of course when he arrived, he was surrounded and cheered for.
He chuckled as Steve tackled him once again. The music was blaring like usual. He just himself be surrounded by the noise and drinks that kept flowing.
He of course, didn’t expect Sam to show. He already sounded as if he was not interested whatsoever, or that could’ve been what he was telling himself.
Boy was he wrong.
As Bucky danced with some random person, he can’t remember the face anymore, he catches a glimpse of one person he wanted to see.
He paused in the middle the dance floor, a drink in hand. Sam looked his way and met the racers eyes.
Bucky sipped his drink as he walked towards Sam. “You’re actually here.”
“Of course…” Sam said as he bit his lip slightly, but of course Bucky didn’t notice. He had just enough alcohol in his system for him not to notice.
But, Bucky did notice the look in his eyes. He wasn’t that drunk yet. “So… want a drink?”
“You paying?” Sam asked as he turned around the man, keeping his eyes on him. Bucky turned with him, the two dancing around each other, as if seeing who would pounce first.
“I’m the millionaire aren’t I?” Bucky said as he motioned to the bar.
“Put your drink on my tab… then come dance with me?” Bucky said as he downed the rest of his drink.
Sam watched as the man who moved fast on and off the track winked at him. Sam of course, ordered a drink.
He had a feeling he was going to need it.
The night continued on. Bucky realized that Sam never joined him. He paused with the random woman he was dancing with, and immediately went to search for him.
He saw Sam sitting at the bar. “Don’t want to dance?” Bucky asked curiously. His stride relaxed as he stopped in front of the seated man.
Sam looked at him. “I don’t dance unless I have a partner.”
Bucky looked around and then met his eyes again. “You don’t have a partner?”
“I-“
“I invited you to dance with me, Sam.” Bucky said. Sam honestly thought he meant to just… dance on the floor.
“Oh… I thought you were just going to dance with her.” He said gesturing towards the woman on the floor.
Bucky didn’t even bother to look at who he was referring to. It was just some woman.
“And?”
Sam frowned slightly. “I can’t just interrupt-“
“Interrupt me all you want.” Bucky said seriously. Sam looked surprised by this response.
“Hm…” Sam said as he stood up in front of the driver. Bucky kept his eyes on him.
Sam then reached him, and took hold with his necklace chain, one finger underneath the loop.
“Then let’s dance…”
Bucky gently touched his waist, ushering him past to the dance floor. “Try and keep up”
The party ended around 2 am. Bucky was sitting down at table, with Sam beside him. The two were chatting and drinking.
“So… why does the man who has everything not have a woman on his arm yet?” Sam said as he twirled his drink in his hand.
Bucky looked at him. “Uh…” he then looked at a couple dancing on the floor. “… I’m trying to just race. No distractions.”
Sam just chuckled at the response. “Fair enough. You’re a busy man.”
Bucky stared at the couple. He looked down at the table and suddenly got up.
“Well…” Bucky cleared his throat. Sam looked at him concerned. He felt as if he did something wrong.
“Bucky?”
Bucky looked at him. “Sorry… I uh…” he looked at Sam. He just forced a smile and sighed.
“I’m a bit tired. I’m going to head back to the hotel. My friends want to uh… head out.” Bucky suddenly said.
Sam looked understanding. “Oh! Alright then. Well, I’ll see you at the next race.”
Bucky just smiled and nodded. He waved and headed out of the party. He grabbed his phone, calling Steve.
Sam started to leave when he saw Steve. “Hey, tell Bucky thank you for inviting me.”
“You’re leaving?” Steve said surprised.
Sam raised a brow, confused by the reaction. “Yeah… he said you guys are heading out.” Sam said crossing his arms.
Steve knew something was wrong. “Oh… uh, yeah. I am. I’m just…” he sighed.
“I’m sorry about him. See you at the next race.”
Bucky stood in the shower letting the warm water running down his body. Dancing with Sam replayed in his head over and over again.
He suddenly turned the water to cold. Trying to shock himself out of this trance he was in.
He was in denial.
He just grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. He held his head as he stood in the bathroom.
Let me confess something.
Bucky wasn’t just avoiding love because of his career. He was avoiding it because he was also afraid.
He wasn’t good at love, and he was afraid of messing it up, so he avoided it like the plague. But… if love was the plague, he was terribly infected to the point of no return.
As he got dressed, his mind drifted to him touching Sam’s waist. He paused as he pulled his shirt.
He couldn’t keep doing this.
As he was about to lose it, a knock sounded at his door. He planned on ignoring it, until the knocking got louder and more aggressive. “Damn I’m coming!”
He threw the door open, seeing Steve. “What…”
“Next time I have to cover up a lie for you, I’d LOVE a heads up.” Steve said walking into the room. Bucky suddenly remembered when he told Sam.
“Shit… sorry. I’m a bit drunk.” Bucky said as he closed the door. Steve sat down and looked at him.
“Well… now you need explain the lie I had to cover for.” Steve said picking at the fuzz on the couch.
Bucky just sighed as he rubbed his neck. “I got anxious.”
“Why?”
Bucky paused and sighed a bit. “I… I saw a couple on the dance floor, and I realized how close I was, and the moment I’ve been having with him. I…”
“So you like-“
“No.” Bucky interrupted him. Steve looked at him. The blonde stood up and walked over to him.
“You know it’s okay to feel this right? You don’t have to do this to yourself.”
“Steve-“
“Bucky.”
Bucky looked at him.
“You can have love in your life.”
Bucky frowned. “We’ve been over this. I…. I just can’t.”
“You can’t just ignore the fact you want to feel love! Bucky-“
“Get out Steve. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about this.”
Steve sighed. “Fine.”
Steve left him there standing.
Bucky just turned the light off, and went to sleep.
Monaco Grand Prix:
Sam sat in the Mercedes hospitality. He was invited by the team principal, which was bizarre to him.
He didn’t have any work until after the race. He already interviewed Bucky for the first part, now all he had to do was watch.
He sipped on champagne as he stood above the Mercedes garage. He saw Bucky walk out of the garage in his helmet. It was time for the drivers to get ready to start lining up.
Bucky and Steve were both in front. Bucky being the pole sitter and Steve behind him.
It was raining quite a bit, but the race was still happening. They put the cars on wet tires. Eventually it was light out and away the race went.
Sam watched as the rain picked up. There were some people behind him mumbling about how the rain could cause a problem.
Sam knew they were right, but he didn’t think it would cause an issue, until… well. It did.
Before they knew it, Steve got caught in the water spray behind Bucky, misjudged the space between the two, and ran right into Bucky.
Bucky’s car bumped up onto its side, and slammed into the barrier. Steve then ran if I the side of Bucky’s car.
The red flag was thrown. Sam put his champagne down quickly. His focus completely on the Mercedes team.
He felt himself panic. He was only able to watch. He had no choice.
Steve was helped out of his car quickly. Then everyone rushed to Bucky’s car. Eventually the car got put on the ground flat.
They had to pulled Bucky out of the car. The front of his car was revealed to have broken from the main part of the car.
Bucky wasn’t awake. He was transported to the hospital. And since Sam knew where all the drivers were escorted to, he nearly sprinted out of them to intercept them.
Bucky laid in a hospital room, oxygen placed on his face as he desperately tried to catch his breath. Oh he was in so much pain. His whole body ached.
He stared at the ceiling as he continued to try to get a decent breath. He was left alone in his room. He tried to get up, but winced as he laid there.
Oh he hated being here alone. He felt as if he was dying honestly, he knew he wasn’t, but it felt close.
As he laid there, struggling to breathe, he heard a commotion outside the room. He didn’t care what was going on at this moment.
He was just trying to focus himself on breathing.
Suddenly his door flung open. In came Sam… Sam?
Bucky looked at the panicked man in front of him. “Hey… you okay?!” Sam said scanning his face. Bucky just leaned his head back. He closed his eyes as he just couldn’t get enough breath to speak.
Sam just moved Bucky’s hair off of his face. Bucky finally felt himself slowly being able to breathe again.
“You alright…” Sam said reassuring him. Bucky nodded a bit as he heard Sam sit by the bed.
“Ste…Steve?” Bucky got out some how.
“He’s fine. He got a penalty for causing a crash, and a penalty for reckless driving.” Sam said keeping an eye on Bucky.
Figures. That’s what Bucky thought.
“He didn’t come to the hospital cause… he thought you’d be mad.” Sam said looking at his hands.
“I…. Am.” Bucky said.
Sam understood. He would’ve been too. “And that’s fine.” Sam said looking at the racer. He was laying down there his head slightly lolled to the side. His eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Sam moved Bucky’s hair out of his face again. Bucky just let him. “How… did you know I was here?”
His words were more coherent, so he was able to breathe, thank goodness.
“I know the hospital they transport the drivers to if they get hurt. I got permission from your team principal.” Sam looked at Bucks face as the driver opens his eyes. Sam unknowingly ran his fingers through the drivers hair.
Bucky relaxed at his touch. “Proactive huh…” Bucky mumbled slightly.
“Nah. Just nosy.” Bucky’s eyes met Sam’s.
“I like nosy.” Bucky said quietly.
Sam just chuckled a bit and sighed. “Somehow I figured that.”
Eventually, Bucky was discharged. Sam somehow, ended up being the one to get the still injured man, back to his hotel room.
The way Sam had to park in a certain place, get Bucky somehow disguised, and get him upstairs… to his room…
Sam sighed as he handed Bucky a jacket. “Put it on.”
Bucky nodded. He pulled the jacket over his racing suit. He winced as he moved his arms.
Bucky and him snuck into the hotel, got to the elevator, and somehow made it to Bucky’s suite without getting caught.
Bucky collapsed in his bed the moment he got close enough to it. Sam put his things down by the door as he listened to the driver groan as he pushed himself up.
“Shit…” Bucky mumbled. Sam walked over to him as he took his jacket off. “You’re lucky your team principal invited me to the paddock, now you got an assistant.” Sam teased.
“Who do you think told him to…” Bucky said as he kept his back to the man.
Sam paused. “You did?”
“Yes…” Bucky said as he unzipped his racing suit, still his back to the man. Sam.
“Why? You barely know me…” Sam said looking at the man still.
Bucky sighed and looked at the wall as he pulled his racing suit off, his fireproofs showing.
“Because… I like… having you around.” Bucky said turning slightly, to glance at him. Sam looked at him surprised.
“Oh.”
The two stood there in silence. Bucky just sat on his bed. A pained expression on his face as he slowly lowered himself onto the bed. “I’m just curious why you’re here.”
“What?” Sam said as he organized Bucky’s medicines.
“I didn’t ask for you to be here. So… technically no one’s forcing you to leave.” Bucky said tiredly.
Sam looked at the medicines and then looked at him. He met the tired gaze of the man. Sam just sighed as a chuckle escaped afterwards.
“I like being around you.”
Bucky’s expression ever so slightly changed.
“Oh… interesting.” Bucky said as he looked at his hands and then the floor. He sighed a bit and then looked at Sam once again.
“Can… you help me get this fireproof off?”
“Of course.” Sam said as he rushed over. He gently started to help Bucky get it off. Bucky winced as he lifted his arms.
Sam got it over his head. Sam then helped him up. Sam went to grab the drivers medical ointment. Bucky took a step, but winced before he stumbled.
Sam thankfully, rushed over and held him up, holding the man’s sides. Bucky held onto his shoulder.
The two met each others gaze and paused. Bucky sensed something in Sam’s eyes change. Sam bit his lip a bit.
“Thanks.” Bucky said quietly.
“Yeah…” Sam said. Bucky backed up a bit. “Uh… my meds?”
Sam handed them to him, and quickly started to walk out. “One second.”
Sam stood in the other room, holding his head. He was flustered.
Listen…
Sam isn’t afraid to admit this anyone. He likes the driver. Even before he was invited to anything. He had a micro crush on the man.
Sam and Bucky both got started in this industry at the same time. Sam was a brand new sports reporter when Bucky was a rookie.
Sam had been assigned to interviewing him for awhile, but recently is when he realized he might’ve had a thing for the man.
Great…
Sam never thought he’d get to know the man like that, so he never paid attention to the crush he had.
That all changed when he noticed the looks the driver gave. It all changed when he would catch the driver looking him up and down. It changed when Bucky touched his waist and kept him close on the dance floor.
Oh it was a raging crush now.
And now, being this close to the man, who was shirtless-
Damn it
As Sam was about to lose it.
“Did I do something?”
Sam turned and saw Bucky standing there, no longer in his racing suit but now in sweat pants, still no shirt.
Sam just chuckled nervously. “No… no you didn’t. I’m just letting… never mind that.”
As Sam stood there, Bucky stepped towards him, his hands in his pockets. Sam stood there as the man stood in front of him very closely.
Sam took a breath before looking at him. Bucky looked slightly nervous as he stood there. “You good, Barnes?” Sam said quietly.
“I should be asking you, Wilson.” The two stood there as Bucky took his hands out of his pockets.
“You confuse me.” Bucky said. He lifted the man’s face up slightly by his chin. Sam let him.
“How?” Sam said quietly.
“You make… me want to change.” Bucky said looking at his lips and then back to his eyes. His eyes a bit dark.
Sam gently grazed his waist, hjs hand being cautious.
“In which way?”
Bucky’s thumb grazed his cheek. “You make me… want more.”
Sams hand held his waist gently. “More what?”
“Of everything.” the two were so close now, it was driving them crazy.
“Why…” Sam said, their faces inches apart.
“I want to give you a reason to show me off…”
Sams hands moved against his chest, and up to his hair. The driver closed his eyes as he placed his forehead against Sam’s.
“Are you trying to tell me something?” Sam said as Bucky melted into arms. Bucky felt his face get hot.
Bucky felt his heart rate pick up. For once he wanted to just let go, let loose, let someone know how special they are to him.
Bucky suddenly backed up. His fight or flight taking over, and currently it was flight.
He turned away from Sam, leaving the man standing there. Sam immediately got embarrassed. He gathered his things and quickly walked to the door.
A voice was screaming at Bucky in his head. Bucky looked at Sam.
Sam was about to leave, when he felt himself get pulled back into the room. The door closed and he was pushed against the now closed door.
Sam looked surprised by the action. He saw Bucky standing in front of him, pinning him to the door.
But he also saw the faint blush on the taller man’s face, he saw the fear on his face. Sam was also terrified.
“W-why…” Sam said with a chuckle of disbelief. “… there are so many women out there for you… you can have your pick of them…why not one of them…”
“They’re not you.” Bucky said quickly.
Sam’s eyes widened.
“That’s all I can say… they’re not…” Bucky looked at him, Bucky leaned forward, closing the gap between the two.
Sam felt Bucky’s lips against his. He just closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the drivers neck. He leaned more into the kiss.
Bucky’s hands dropped to his waist as he pulled him close against him.
This was right.
Oh this was perfect.
The thoughts both of them were thinking.
Bucky pulled him away from the door. Sam immediately pushed the man onto the couch, while loosening his tie.
Bucky watched a bit.
“Why would I want any other girl when I got you… right here…” Bucky said as his hands rested on Sam’s waist.
Sam chuckled a bit.
“Flirt…”
Canadian Grand Prix:
Bucky walked into the paddock with his sunglasses on. His phone in hand as well. As he walked in, he was bombarded by paparazzi.
All of them asking the same question they have been asking for about a week now.
“Mr. Barnes! Are you in a relationship!?”
The same question. Damn being in a relationship while in the public eye was annoying as hell. But… oh he loved every bit of it.
So far, him and Sam have been together (secretly) for a week, but oh he loves it. Sam is so affectionate, and Bucky loves spoiling him.
“You think I’d tell you all first?” Bucky said with a scoff. He just winked and headed into the Mercedes garage.
He got changed into his racing suit. He was greeted by Natasha (his PR officer).
“You got an interviewer outside.” She said as she edited something on her iPad. Bucky smiled softly and headed out.
He went over to the pre race media pen, and lo and behold, there he was. Sam Wilson.
“Sam.”
“Bucky.”
Sam chuckled a bit. “So, how was your week?” Sam asked curiously. Bucky smirked a bit and shrugged.
“Not too bad. Had some company this week, so I was entertain.” He said as he adjusted his friendship bracelets on his wrist. Sam immediately saw them. “What are those?”
“Oh? You joining the friendship bracelet squad? Who are you cheering on?” Sam said curiously.
“Apparently you have a fan? And they gave me a bracelet of yours since you’ve been wearing mine.” Bucky said as he watched his boyfriend.
Sam chuckled a bit and then continued to ask him questions about the racing. Bucky answered respectfully, and professionally.
“Well… Bucky, thank you for this interview. We’ll see you after the race.” Sam said as he winked at him.
“Alright sounds good. Love you-“ Bucky said as he started to walk away. He immediately stopped in his tracks. Everyone around them looked at the two.
Bucky looked at Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes and smiled a bit. “Love you too.”
The media pen was so quiet, a pin
could’ve been heard dropping in a nearby country.
Well the secret was out clearly. Bucky just walked over to him, kissed him and ran off to his garage.
Sam sighed and chuckled. “That didn’t take long.”
Of course, Bucky won the race. He held his trophy. He saw Sam down with the team, videotaping him once again.
Bucky winked at him. Sam just chuckled.
Shortly afterwards, the champagne spray showered him, the champion.
Bucky was in a group interview with Carol Danvers, and Tchalla.
He was answering questions, and laughing with his fellow interviewers. As he said something, he felt a hand on his waist.
He turned and saw Sam. Sam whispered something to him. Bucky just chuckled and nodded. “Okay.”
Sam kissed his cheek and waved as he walked off, interviewing another driver.
He turned back to the group. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize! So…”
“Is that your boyfriend?” The interviewer asked.
Bucky just smiled a bit and nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah he is.”