marvel one-shots // avengers x reader

Nightmares~ Steve & Bucky

TW: mentions of rape, abuse and swearing

word count: 828

The ropes tied around my wrists were getting painfully tight, the more I tried to move, the worse it got.

My throat was aching from screaming for so long in pain, I had given up on ever getting out of here.

At first, they would just hit me over and over until I blacked out, then they got bored and thought undressing me while they all watched would be more interesting.

They took it in turns touching me and fucking me roughly, it was horrible and there was nothing I could do about it. Y/n Stark, Avenger, couldn't do anything about it.

I screamed out for my dad over and over, I screamed out for my boyfriends Steve and Bucky but to no avail. I was trapped and alone and I was never getting out.

They cut off the restraints as I was too weak to escape now, and raped me over and over as I lay helplessly on the cold floor. I tried to call for help but my voice was completely gone.

One of them slammed my head on the ground continuously, and then everything went dark.

I woke up covered in a thin layer of sweat, shaking, sobs threatening to rip through my body. I tried to stifle my cries but I couldn't and Steve and Bucky were instantly awake comforting me.

This wasn't the first time they have had to comfort me after having a nightmare, it's usually the same one over and over, no amount of therapy could help.

"Shh, doll, it's okay, you're okay. We're here, I promise we'll protect you." Bucky whispered in my ear, rocking me gently to try and soothe me.

I cried into his chest, feeling his grip around me tighten to reassure me that he was here. He lay back down and I buried my face back into his warm chest, crying. He stroked my hair and Steve curled his body around mine from behind.

After a while, my cries began to quiet and Steve sat up and put me between his legs, my back against his chest as he held me close to him. Bucky held my hand and rubbed his thumb over it reassuringly.

"Doll, five things you can see?" he asked me. This happened every time I had a nightmare, it was just routine now. "Uhh, you," I squinted as it was dark and I couldn't see much, "Steve's arms, the bed, the lamp and the bookshelf."

Steve nuzzled his face into my hair and mumbled "good girl." Bucky continued, "four things you can feel?" I told him, "Steve's chest, your hand, the sheets and my shirt." Steve piped up, "I think you'll find that's my shirt baby." I giggled at his comment.

"Three things you can smell?" asked Bucky. "My perfume, Steve's shampoo and your cologne." I told him. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

"Two things you can hear?" he continued. "Steve's heartbeat and your voice," I smiled as I began to feel myself calm down as I remembered I'd always have my super soldiers.

Bucky leaned in and kissed my lips before asking, "one thing you can taste?" I just giggled at his antics, making him smile. "You look so beautiful when you smile baby doll," he told me. "Absolutely gorgeous," chimed in Steve from behind me.

"What did I do to deserve such amazing boyfriends?" I thought out loud. "More like what did we do to deserve you, pretty girl." Steve mumbled into my hair.

The steady rhythm of Steve's heartbeat lulled me to sleep in minutes. Nothing was more perfect than falling asleep with my two super soldiers by my sides.

The next morning I woke up with Bucky's metal arm around me and my face in his chest, while Steve was cuddled up behind me, his right arm around my waist. They were both awake and whispering very quietly.

"God we're so lucky to have her," I heard Steve's low, morning voice. "Yes we are," replied Bucky, I could practically hear the smile on his face as he spoke.

"Not as lucky as I am to have you two," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. "Good morning, doll," Bucky said as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Morning Buck, morning Steve," I replied. "Morning baby," Steve told me.

Steve got up from behind me and I whined at the loss of warmth, "Steveeeee." My voice was very quiet and I wasn't sure if he could hear me. "Don't worry baby I'm just going to the bathroom," he told me, his super soldier hearing probably picking up on my quiet whines of protest.

Bucky pulled out his laptop from under the bed and opened Netflix. "Parks and Rec?" he asked me. "Hell yeah," I replied, adjusting myself so I could see the screen.