Some oneshots of your favorites!
I write for:
- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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I own none of these characters. All rights go to their respective creator:
- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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WARNINGS: rape, sexual assault, mentions of domestic abuse
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You don't want to go to the party. You've managed to avoid them all so far and you've been happy. But after Natasha and Wanda's constant nagging and begging, you relented. So, here you are, finishing off your makeup and slipping on gold heels to compliment your black, backless dress.
For once, Tony is throwing a semi-formal party. No ball gowns but no stripper dresses, either. You sigh and leave the safety of your room.
As you walk down the hallway, the beat of the party downstairs courses through your feet and up to your head. You take a deep breath and descend the stairs, focusing on not tripping. Once you reach the bottom, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you.
"I thought you'd bailed," Wanda teases, pulling back. You laugh.
"I thought about it, but you girls would drag me kicking and screaming down here." Natasha looks you up and down, smirking.
"Damn! You look hot!" You hug her and she returns it. Wanda slips her arm through yours and Natasha does the same. They pull you to the bar and you resist the urge to groan.
"What'll it be, ladies?"
"Strawberry margarita."
"Vodka."
"Soda." The girls look at you in exasperation and you shrug. "I came to the party, please don't make me drink." They sigh and Wanda shrugs.
"Fine," Natasha says, nodding to the bartender. He moves off to prepare our drinks.
"Don't look now, but Mr. Retired Winter Soldier is looking at you," Wanda whispers. You subtly let your gaze travel to Bucky and sure enough, he's looking. You smile and wave. He blushes and waves back before turning and talking to Steve and Sam.
"He's whipped," Natasha comments. You look at her, confused. She scoffs. "He's in love with you, girl. Has been since you shot a sarcastic comment back at him." You open your mouth to say something but close it back up.
"It's not one-sided either," Wanda observes. You blanch.
"It unfortunately is. Even though he has gorgeous eyes, luscious locks, a beautiful smile, and don't get me started on his body..." you trail off, looking at the girl's' smug faces. "Oh, my God. I'm in love with Bucky. Why didn't you tell me?" Natasha shakes her head.
"I thought you knew," Wanda laughs. You look at Bucky as your mind wanders in 500 different directions.
"Her mind exploded," Natasha chuckles.
"Shut up," you mumble, turning back to your best-empty drink.
"Well, I'm gonna dance. You girls coming?" Wanda and you look at each other and shrug, chugging the rest of our drink and follow Natasha onto the dance floor. Wanda, Natasha, and you laugh as you run into each other, dancing wildly. You snort when Natasha drunkenly stumbles over to Bruce, pulling him onto the dance floor, despite his protests. Wanda moves over to Vision, slow dancing in their own little world on the side.
Someone grabs your waist and stars to grind on you. His hands slide down to your hips and when you try to pull away, his fingers dig into your hips. Your heart beats wildly and you resist the urge to cry when you feel his warm breath before his lips attach themselves to your neck.
The man pulls you off the dance floor and down the hallway. He pushes you against the wall and I struggle.
"Stop," you shout. He slaps his hand over your mouth, silencing you.
"Quiet, kitten. It'll be okay." Only one person calls you kitten.
Cody.
You try to knee him in the crotch, but he stops your leg, instead his hand moving up your inner thigh. You bite his hand in a last attempt to get away, but he slaps you, grinning.
"You've tried that before. I knew to expect it." Tears stream down your face as he starts to undress you. He rips your zipper and pulls your dress down just right below your breasts. With your underwear around your ankles, he fiddles with his belt buckle. Suddenly, he's pulled off of you and slammed into the wall. You slide down the wall, curling into as small of a ball as you can. You watch as Bucky holds him up with his metal hand.
"If you ever touch her again, I'll kill you," Bucky growls. Cody laughs nervously, still keeping his douchey attitude even when Bucky could crush his windpipe if his hand flinches.
"Bucky, let him go," Steve orders. Bucky squeezes a little more before letting him drop to the floor. Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Vision, Steve, and Wanda are all gathered in the hallway while the party rages on.
Wanda takes off her jacket and covers you with it. You try to smile in thanks, but you can't. Cody stands up and smooths out his button-up.
"Don't worry, guys. She's used to it," he smirks. He goes to walk back into the party but Natasha pounces on him and takes him down. He hits the floor with a thump. She throws punch after punch until Steve lugs her off of him.
Cody lays there, stunned.
"If I see you again, I'll make sure your death is as painful as your appearance," Natasha hisses. He gets to his feet and stumbles to the elevator. Everyone looks at you and your chin trembles with barely suppressed tears. Bucky nods to everyone to head back to the party. Steve ushers everyone back reluctantly. You can tell he wants to stay to comfort you, his brotherly love showing.
Bucky squats in front of you and you flinch away, trying to shrink into myself.
"It's okay, (Y/N). He's gone. He's not coming back," Bucky soothes. You let the sobs escape and soon your whole body is shaking with shock and fear. Bucky doesn't touch you, he just sits there, letting you choosing whether you want contact or not.
You reach out for him and he doesn't hesitate to pull you to him. He runs his flesh hand up and down your back, shushing you as you cry.
"It's not the first time," you whisper once you can speak coherently.
"How many times," Bucky asks hesitantly.
"Three." You feel him stiffen but he keeps his hold on you gentle. "Every time I think I've escaped him, he comes back." You bite your lip to keep from crying again.
"He's not coming back this time. I promise you, (Y/N). I won't let him within miles of you. Okay?" You hesitate. He pulls away just enough to see your face. He tilts your chin up to look at him. He smiles sadly, wiping the fresh tears from your eyes and tucking your hair behind your ear.
"He'll come back," you whimper. He shakes his head.
"Look at me." You do. "He will not touch you ever again. Do you believe me?" You search his eyes silently. He keeps his hold on you, letting you look for what you need.
And you find it.
"I believe you," you breathe out. He pulls you back to him and kisses the top of your head.
