Avengers x Y/n One shots (finished)

Mouse Trap (dark!nat x reader)

TW// Kidnapping, stalking, slightly graphic, mentions of noncon and dubcon (No smut but a lot of spice and also some nudity and events leading up to and following smut), gaslighting, punishment (let me know if I missed anything) 

(If you don't know, dark! nat is a deranged version of nat. In this particular one she's a kidnapper and a stalker, in some she's a serial killer or some other 'bad guy'. basically, she's a terrible person and I have no idea why I love reading and writing these so much.)

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You smiled at the locksmith gratefully. You hadn't slept for almost three nights in fear of the stranger coming in again. She tightened the last screw and turned to you. 

"Can I use your bathroom?" 

"Sure, first door on the left." 

...

It had all started about 2 months ago with a letter. First of all, snail mail, no one used that anymore, and a letter confessing undying love and devotion to you...you'd assumed it was a joke, brushing it off and moving on. Throughout the rest of the week though, you began to find pictures of yourself left about. Pictures you hadn't even known were being taken. 

You called the police of course, but they brushed it off, saying it was a harmless prank. You wanted to believe them, you really did, but as the letters got more frequent and the writer more possessive, you couldn't help but be afraid. 

One night, a month after the first letter, you were startled awake around 3 am. The door to your apartment was wide open. You'd called the police but after a quick scan of your apartment and building, they said you must have just forgotten to close it. Then, three days ago, you'd come home to find your window wide open, the lock snapped. 

...

The locksmith came out of the bathroom with a smile, 

"Thanks. That should be perfectly secure for you now." You returned her smile, 

"Of course. Thank you so much for doing this. I really appreciate it." 

"No problem," the redheaded woman walked out of your apartment, shooting you one last dazzling smile before closing the door. 

You collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Three days of not sleeping plus the added stress of having a stalker had been weighing on you more than you knew. 

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You opened your eyes slowly, leaning into the warmth of the hand on your face. You pulled away quickly once you realized what was happening, your eyes shooting open. You tried to bat the hand away, get the intruder off you, but your hands were chained to the headboard, the cuffs biting into your wrist. 

"What are you-"  The hand was suddenly clamped over your mouth. 

"Quiet, Love. Just give me a minute." The voice sounded familiar and as the face moved closer to yours, you recognized it. 

"Y- you're the locksmith." She raised an eyebrow at, 

"I am many things, but that's not for you to worry about." She took a rag and moved it up to your face all too gently. You tried to suck in air, struggle against her grip, anything to get away from the suffocating rag and its overwhelming scent. 

When she pulled it away, your eyelids felt heavy. Your body seemed to be made of lead. You couldn't pry yourself off the bed, even if you'd wanted to. 

"Am I dying?" You whispered. The woman turned to look at you, her expression surprisingly soft. You felt wet tears trail down the side of your face, 

"I don't want to die," you managed to croak before your vision went black. The last thing you heard as your world faded away was her,