Summary: Megan is fiery Omega and the Manager for Team Stark, one of the most successful NASCAR teams on the circuit. Her boss Tony recruits a new driver to work alongside their current one Steve Rogers, she soon has to cope with two Alpha males butting heads, and when she finally meets the new driver she’s in for a surprise. Pairing: OC Megan x Bucky Barnes Triggers/Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, none really for this chapter. A/N: This is a Avengers/NASCAR AU, and one that will also include the Alpha/Beta/Omega verse, however i have decided to make sure i explain things for people not used to this genre within the story, so if you don’t know, or haven’t read A/B/O before i can assure you that this story will make sense!
Megan closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the scent
of gasoline and motor oil filling her senses and calming her nerves. Even with
the ear plugs in, the constant roar of engines reverberated through her body
and pushed at her mind. Racing was in her soul. She’d grown up on the circuit
and had spent her working life so far doing everything from being a PR girl in
spandex booty shorts to what she was doing now; managing Team Stark.
Her boss Tony Stark was the owner and CEO of Stark
Industries, dabbling in everything from arms and weaponry to alternative energy
sources. He was also a shameless flirt and had at least one scandal a year that
Megan would have to work tirelessly with their PR whizz Wanda to quell in the
press and work with their legal team for the appropriate out of court
Squinting into the hot North Carolina sunshine
Megan felt the first trickle of perspiration run down her back, her red and
gold uniform blouse sticking to her skin, her tight pencil skirt reminding her
that she needed to switch to the jersey fabric when she was back on home
ground, the local humidity clinging to her the moment she’d stepped outside.
Adjusting her sunglasses she strode around the pits, her high heels expertly
dodging the patches of spilt oil as she headed to the bay they were working out
Stepping into the relative darkness of the low
roofed building, she hooked her sunglasses into the front of her blouse,
blinking a few times as her pupils adjusted to the low light and to wet her
contact lenses after the heat of the racetrack, plucking her earplugs out as
she ventured further into the building.