Avengers x Y/n One shots (finished)

Nat x Y/n ft.Bucky 🔒✨

Tw// alcohol, bar fight, date r@pe drug & effects, implied human trafficking (in reguards to Nat's childhood), blood

The bar was less crowded than you'd expected on a Friday night. You looked around in distaste, a group of college boys sat in a booth in the corner, drinking more than any human should in a single sitting, other than that, it was just a light scattering of new yorkers. Some drank, some roamed. It was quiet, well, besides the soft rock floating from the jukebox and the the chattering of people. It was a nice break from the compound. Tony and Steve had been around more often, annoying everyone and starting fights while their boyfriends were off on mission. 

Everyone was miserable, even sweet Wanda was growing grumpy. You were standing on your last leg. It had taken everything in you and Natasha's firm grip on your wrist to keep you from starting an re-enactment of Steve and Tony's civil war. You'd left to cool down. 

When the man in the corner lowered his glasses and whistled as you passed, you knew going to a bar was a bad idea. Your blood boiled. You ordered a beer and two shots of vodka. When the man sat down next to you, you downed both shots quickly and tried to ignore him. 

"What's up baby girl," he drawled. His breath smelled like cigarettes and misogyny. You didn't respond, hoping he'd take the hint and go away. He didn't though. 

"C'mon don't be like that, answer me baby." You turned to him and tried not to glare, 

"Look dude, I'm not interested." 

"Woah woah woah," the man said, putting his hands up, 

"What's with the attitude? A girl like you is lucky to be hit on by a guy like me." You rolled your eyes at him, and slipped some cash to the bartender for the beer. You tried to shoot a 'help me' look in their direction, but it was to no avail. 

"I could've paid for that, all you had to do was ask baby." You took a deep breath, 

"I can pay for my own drinks, thanks." The man shook his head, 

"Your loss cupcake. I could make you feel real good. I'd have you screaming my name on the cab ride home." 

"I'd be surprised if you could half of what my detachable shower head can, dipshit." The man shook his head, 

"Oh, you have no idea Princess." That was the line. No one called you princess. You ground your teeth together, 

"You have 10 seconds to walk away." The man made a mocking pouty face at you. 

"Nine." 

"C'mon. Let me take you home with me." 

"Eight." 

"You and me could have so much fun," 

"Seven." Then his face clicked. A SHIELD file you'd seen in Natasha's room. Suddenly the countdown didn't matter. You swung, hitting him square in the jaw. He and the stool toppled to the floor. You moved on top of him, hitting him with a fire you didn't know you had. Young Natasha's face flashed in your head, followed by young Yelena's, so many little girls tormented, put through more than any grown man could handle because of bastard like this guy. You punched with blind rage until you were pulled off of him. You ripped out of the hands of one of the college boys who'd grabbed you and knelt over the bloodied figure. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him close to your face. 

"I know who you are. What you've done. You got lucky today. These wounds will heal. You wont get lucky a second time." You dropped him, ignoring the sick crack of his skull against the concrete and walked out of the bar. You walked back to the compound, too out of it to think straight as you came down from your adrenaline high. 

FRIDAY announced your arrival to the compound, but you barely heard it. The ringing in your ears the only sound in your head. People came up to you, but you didn't know who or why. You brushed them off and headed towards the elevator. 

Something was wrong, very wrong. Your body felt wrong, your head felt wrong, everything seemed off somehow. The elevator doors opened and another person walked in. 

"Y/n?" A muffled voice cut through the ringing. 

"Y/n?" It came again, more urgent this time. You blinked, trying to clear your vision and looked to the man standing next to you. Bucky Barnes, your brain supplied you. 

"Buck-Bucky something's wrong?" 

"I'll get Steve." Bucky reached for his phone. You stopped him, this name was familiar but you couldn't place it. It made you feel uneasy. 

"No...no" you repeated. Bucky slipped his phone back into his pocket. 

The elevator lurched and you tipped forwards. He caught you with slightly panicked ease.

"Y/n can you tell me what's wrong?" You leaned into him, beginning to cry softly. 

"I- I- I- I don't kn-know."

"Okay, tell me about your night then." 

"I...bar...shots...man...beer...princess...fight," you didn't really have the detail of the story. Your brain felt cloudy and too full, but somehow empty at the same time. Bucky took his hair down and lightly pulled yours back using his hair tie. He examined you. The pale blueish color around your lips and nail beds, along with your sluggish demeanor suggested that you were drugged. 

 The elevator lurched again and this time you fell. Two arms wrapped around you, lifting you bridal style. One was warm and soft, the other cold and hard. You couldn't shake the image of a yingyang from your mind as he carried you. 

Suddenly another set of hands was on you, these ones warm and familiar. Her voice held barely contained panic as she spoke to Bucky. 

"Bar fight, I think," you thought you heard Bucky answer, then "roofie, probably...no, 12 hours at most." Suddenly you switched arms. You curled into the warm body of the woman the best you could with your body beginning to paralyze. 

Tasha, who you knwo realized was the woman caring for you, laid you down flat on the bed. She disappeared from your vision for a moment, then suddenly reappeared. She help a red box within your view. 

"Okay, I'm just going to make sure your not hurt." You watched, slightly confused but mostly memorized as she gently wiped the mans blood from your face and hands. You trusted Tasha as you had Bucky, even though you had no idea why. You allowed sleep to take a hold of you, knowing that no matter what was wrong, she would make it all better. 

A/n Well that sucked. It's 2am. okay bye.