Rdj/Tony Stark x Reader

In My Arms

Request: Reader gets catcalled/harassed by a group of men and Tony consuls the woman he loves.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Some offensive comments (catcalling)

Damn girl nice big ass! That’s what I’m talking about!

Come home with daddy and give him some sugar!

Where are you running off to babe? Everything you could ever want is right here.

I’m just dying to get my hands on that tight ass of yours, DAMN!!

             Their comments swirl around in your head. Just a few moments ago you were continuously hounded by a group of men catcalling you throughout the mall. All you wanted was to pick up a birthday gift for your friend but instead you were reminded that in some male eyes, you are the weaker inferior sex. That all you are is an object.

             Escaping to your room in a run, you completely forget the fact that Steve was going to be home. Fleeting past him you try to shield your face from him, hoping Steve wouldn’t see your puffy swollen eyes. You hear him call out to you but you just ignore him.

             Steve is basically your big brother. He has always acted like one the minute you two met. Something about him always screamed safe, though your best friend isn’t very fond of him. He hates the idea that you and Steve live together, but like a best friend he still helped with move in day.

“(Y/N),” Steve knocks on your door. “Is everything alright? Please open up.”

“I’m fine Steve!” You shout containing a sob. “Just going to bed.”

“Going to bed? (Y/N) it is three in the afternoon!”

You don’t respond. Laying under the sheets you pray Steve just leaves you alone for the rest of the day. Texting Nat you tell her you won’t be able to go out tonight, that something came up. The two of you were going to dress all fancy and go out for drinks. She was undoubtedly going to tell you to flirt a little and then you’d end up watching her pick up guys all night. Now it feels like the very last thing you want to do.

             Outside your window you watch the trees in Central Park sway in the wind as if in a rhythmic dance. The sun slowly starts to disappear behind them casting an orange shadow over them. It is funny how fast time can pass even when laying in bed watching it unfold. Strangely time feels fast, guess time passes faster for those living inside their head.

“(Y/N) it’s me let me in.” The voice does not belong to Steve. You’ve known that voice since childhood, you have heard it in laughter after his first invention and in a cry after his parents died. Tony, your best friend.

“What are you doing here?” You are past crying but your voice sounds small and hollow.

“I called him,” Steve’s voice chimes in. “I’m worried about you. You came home crying and refuse to come out and eat.”

             As if on que your stomach starts to growl. You mentally curse yourself for not grabbing anything to eat before running to your room. Everyone knows that the best way to avoid the outside world is keeping a well-stocked bedroom.