Marvel x Reader Oneshots

Bucky x Reader: I'm sorry

okay so TRIGGER WARNING! this part deals with sexual assault (rape), so if you're not up for that, you better skip this - also if you ever feel the need to talk to someone about anything, my dms are always open!

Y/F/D = your fav drink

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This stupid event didn't seem to find an end anytime soon, so while you were doomed to spend at least another 3 hours here, you might as well get a drink. One wouldn't hurt nobody right? Making your way to the bar, you passed a guy who was definitely checking you out a little to closely. Gross. The way he was looking at you, up and down your body, almost drooling. Ugh men.

Arriving at the bar, you smiled at the bartender before ordering Y/F/D. Seemingly the only good thing about this night was that it didn't take too long for your drink to be placed in front of you.

Why did you agree to go to this event by yourself again? Right, because you are an amazing friend, who cares about her family more than her own well being. Was this a charity event, that was hopefully collecting lots of money for sick children, and were you being a little dramatic right now? Yes, definitely. But normally it was Tonys job to go to these, he was way better with this whole people-interacting-thing. You had no idea what you were supposed to do here, who you were supposed to talk to. Well you got the briefing, but that didn't really seemed to help if you were being honest.

Sipping on your drink, you turned around, surprised to find a guy standing right behind you, probably on his way to the rather crowded bar. "Sorry, dear" he mumbled, pressing by you to order himself a drink.

- 1 hour later -

Finishing the last of your drink, you felt a little dizzy. Deciding that it was fresh air that you craved, you stood up from your spot on one of the chairs in the big hall. Your low iron made you almost double over, but before it could come to that, you felt a strong hand catching your forearm. "Easy there, love." Turning around you saw, that it was the same man that passed you on the bar earlier, weird. "Oh thanks," you mumbled, or rather slurred. What the hell? You didn't have that much to drink, did you?

Excusing yourself, you tried to continue the way outside, but the stranger wouldn't let go of your arm. "I'll help you, don't worry." Okay, weirdo, time to let me go. Again, you tried to get away from him, but didn't really want to make a scene- Wait why were you seeing double?

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The next thing you know is touch to your thigh --

— grass under your body, were you on the ground, outside?

"No, get off of me!" - Please..

The clinging of a metal belt being opened and a man's hand at your waist-

pushing

and p u l l i n g

and suddenly, the vibrations of your phone.

Your purse, where was your purse, you just had it, you ... there it was, clutched in your left hand.

What were you trying to do again? Another vibration of your phone. Right. You wanted to answer that call.

Wait? Where were you again? You took in your surroundings, trying to find a street sign. Opening your purse you got out your phone and saw that you had three missed calls from Bucky. Right when you wanted to return it, your phone rang again.

"Hello..?" You mumbled, looking around still unsure of where you were.

"Doll! Finally! God I was so worried, didn't the event end two hours ago?" - Wait how late was it?