Nov 18, 2025
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Peter Brock
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old fashion race driver🤤
the wears are so gorgeous so sexy
An edit of our favorite polite cat...
Fiat 500 Schumacher
MY DRIVER
James Bucky Barnes
Summary: Formula 1 Bucky Barnes; Bucky Barnes racer; lot of fluff and cuteness
photo credits @pinterest
“Thanks for tagging along Ads, I’m not sure how much longer I can do it alone.”
“Are you kidding? I should totally be the one thanking you y/n, I mean, you’re taking me to a racetrack filled with good looking guys!” I let out a laugh, shaking my head at her dramatics.
“In that case, you’re welcome.” I grab my car keys off the table, slinging my bag across my shoulder as I make my way to the front door. “Now, we best be going if we wanna get there on time.”
Addison hops off the couch, following behind me like an excited puppy as we both make our way into to my car.
“I don’t know if I already said this, but I’m really excited.” I laugh softly, as I pull out of the driveway and onto the main road.
“Maybe once or twice. I actually always wish you could tag along. It gets quite boring being there alone.”
“I mean, technically you’re not alone.”
“I would classify sitting by myself in a ton of stadiums as alone Ads.”
“Okay, true, but Buck is there.”
“Mmh, he’s there, but I can’t speak to him.” I sigh quietly, not wanting to show how much this all was starting to affect me.
“Y/n/n, you know that I know you more than you know yourself right?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“So I can tell you’re not happy with all of this, so why don’t you say something to him?” I bite down on my lip, turning the car off as soon as I pull into an empty parking spot, after searching for almost ten minutes.
The stadium was packed, no doubt about that.”
“It’s not up to him Ads, you know this.”
“You say this, but in the end, it’s still up to him.” She says bluntly, catching me off guard. “Don’t get me wrong y/n/n, I know he cares, but have you questioned why he’s just agreeing with it all?”
“Of course I have, I think about it more than I’d like to admit, but I trust him Ads. He’s not doing this because he wants to, he’s just listening to his team.”
Addison nods slowly, holding out her hand for me to take before squeezing it gently.
“Sorry babes, you know I just worry about you sometimes.”
“I know, but you don’t have to, I promise.” I flash a genuine smile at her, pushing all the worries aside for the moment. “Now, let’s go, I wanna grab something to drink on the way in.”
Addison and I climb out of the car, locking it before we make our way into the stadium, flashing our tickets at the security on the way in.
“It’s on me, order whatever.” I smile at Addison, gesturing for her to pick something off of the menu while the waiter hands me my drink.
“Thanks babes, I’ll grab the next one.” She says, waiting for her drink before the two of us search for our seats within the crowd.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?”
“No, not really.” I laugh, grabbing the tickets out my bag as I hand them over to her. “You can lead the way, with pleasure.”
With that, i followed her blindly as she led us though the crowd, all the way down to the paddock box, right in front of the race track.
“Do you always sit this close?” Addison asked, shuffling back into her seat as I fall down into the empty one next to her. This area seemed more reserved; with less of a crowd surrounding them and more media reporters and photographers.
“No, I usually sit up top somewhere.” I whisper back, not wanting to bring any attention to me.
I bring the bottle of coke up to my lips, taking a sip as I search the area in front of me. My eyes land on James and my heart rate immediately picks up, a reaction that never seems to fade when I’m around him.
“I see that you’ve found your loverboy.” A small, teasing nudge pulls me from my thoughts, and I can’t help the way my cheeks heat up almost immediately. “Wonder what it’s like dating the top formula one driver in the world?”
I roll my eyes at her, choosing not to answer incase someone was eavesdropping.
“Do not let me leave here without snatching up one of these men.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, I burst out laughing, slamming my hand across my mouth to stop myself from spitting the drink out.
“Noted.” I swallow the small bit of the drink on my mouth as I replied to her.
I turned my body back to the front, my eyes wandering back over to where Bucky was, only to be met with his eye on me already.
Without even having to say anything, the small smirk that spread across his face said enough, and when I tilted my head slightly in question, all he did was wink subtly before walking over to his car.
“I want what you two have, so badly.”
With that, the race had begun, announcement being made consistently as the race quite literally zoomed by.
“THE DRIVERS ARE APPROACHING THE FINISH LINE. AS USUAL, JAMES BARNES IN THE LEAD. IF HE MANAGES TO CROSS THAT LINE FIRST, WE MIGHT JUST HAVE OUR NEW 2022 CHAMPION.“
The whole crowd sat in anticipation, erupting into a wild cheer as they sped across the finish line.
“THATS IT EVERYONE, JAMES BARNES HAS MANAGED TO WIN AGAIN, TAKING FIRST PLACE ON THE PODIUM, ALONGSIDE ROGERS AND WILSON.”
“Oh my god, HE WON!” I screeched, turning to Addison, my excitement extremely evident. “I’m so proud of him, I just-“
“ALTHOUGH TAKING THE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE FOR THE YEAR, JAMES SEEMS TO BE ON HIS OWN MISSION, AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE PADDOCK.”
“Hang on, what!” I quickly turn my head away from Addison, seeing Bucky run through the gate entrance of the Paddock, stopping when his eyes landed on me.
I freeze in place, shaking my head slowly as I see him slowly start making his way towards us.
The crowd was going wild. There was no doubt that every single eye in the stadium was on him right now as he stood directly in front of me.
“Hi doll.” He whispers, leaning against the metal bar that separated us.
“James! You shouldn’t be here.” I keep my voice low, seeing the photographers now starting to take interest in the two of us. “What are you doing?”
Suddenly he ducks down, moving under the metal bar, standing up and leaving the smallest distance between us. Way too close for anyone to not question who I was.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He flashes one of his award winning smiles that make me melt inside. “I’m here to celebrate with my gal.”
My cheeks heat up wildly, and my eyes go wide at his words. Was he really doing this?
“But, your team-“
“I just won the world championship for this year, I’m sure they won’t have anything to say.” He says softly, lifting his hand up to rest it against my face. I watch his eyes drop down to my lips as his tongue darts out over his lower lip.
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
“Never been more sure of anything than I am of you.” He says, his lips brushing against my own. “Now, I think your boyfriend deserves a kiss, you know, after winning and all that.”
I giggle softly, not waiting another second before crushing our lips together, melting into him as he pulls me tightly against his body.
Everything felt completely okay, like it was just me and Bucky, until the announcer spoke up again.
“AND TO ALL THE FANS OUT THERE, LOOKS LIKE JAMES HAS ALREADY BEEN SNATCHED UP, SORRY LADIES!”
With Bucky’s lips still on mine, I burst out laughing, feeling absolute pure bliss as he squeezes my hips, peppering kisses on my cheeks before pulling away.
“Hey Ads.” Bucky smiles over at Addison, who was watching the scene in front of her in awe.
“Hi Buck.” She smiles back, before Bucky turns back to face me.
“Come down with me? I want my girl there when I get onto that podium.”
“I’d love to.” I blush deeply at his words, before nudging Addison. “Can Ads come along, she’s really adamant on leaving here with a new boyfriend?”
Bucky chuckles deeply, throwing his head back in the process as Addison shrugs, not denying the claim at all.
“Of course.” He smiles, pulling the two of us towards the podium. “You know, I think you and Rogers would get along really well.”
RIP Jessi Combs