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Crowded

Warnings - icky men, mentions of rape?
(Not really. I'm not sure. It's more of a question)

It is loud. People are bumping into you, and you can't find your dad anywhere. Or any of your family. Or friends. Or anyone you know. You are sure someone tried to spike your drink, ordering a new one from the bar, where your Aunt was working. But she isn't there anymore.

The music seems to be getting louder as you push through the crowds to rush upstairs to the balcony, feeling many hands wrap around your wrist as you push through the many drunk people. Your dad was nowhere to be seen, your uncle had left just a few hours ago, and now, you are alone in a place you wish you hadn't agreed to coming to.

Stark was hosting a birthday party for someone you haven't met, your father asking you if you would join him since a lot more of his founded family would be there, people you see as your Aunt, Uncles, and best friends. Wanda, Peter, and Shuri were supposed to have been here, but Peter had homework, and Wanda left, Shuri not having shown up at all with her brother for science work back in her home country.

You were stuck with your father, which hadn't been so bad.

If you could find him.

Walking into the party and hour late, you were already trying to find people, your grip on his hand tight the further the two of you moved throughout the venue of the compound party center. Blurs of drunks were moving by, and you already felt claustrophobic with how snug you were against him, his warmth and safety the only thing helping you out as you moved about the room full of unknowns.

When you had finally found everyone, you were sitting next to him, your dress already fraying around the edges from your nails. Big events like this caused anxiety to creep through you you had certainly gotten from your dad. And you weren't surprised to know he had felt uncomfortable as well when walking right through the dance floor, women grinding on him, as hands tried to reach out for you.

Situations like this only caused panic to coarse through you because of how small you felt walking through crowds that only tried to shove you against walls, or pin you to the floor. With your mother now gone, you felt much more vulnerable without your father, the man with the metal arm who would go to the extreme just to protect the people he loved.

And for you, he would travel the world.

You feel the tears prick your eyes when you are pulled away from the stairs, the drops falling into your cheek when you realize that whoever was grabbing you, was not some friend, but stranger.

He was drunk, that was for sure. His breath was rich in vodka, and his grip was nothing nice, fingers edging between the bones on the bottom side of your arm, causing a stifled groan to slide past your lips when he squeezes just enough to bruise.

"Where you going pretty lady?" He is slurring, not making anything better as you slap his arm harshly, watching as he glares back at you. You gave him no chance to speak again after seeing his smile fall, racing up the stairs with a sob bubbling down your throat as you look for anyone you knew.

Your dress is flowing around you with every quick step, and you almost collapse at the sight of your father laughing with your uncle's, running right into his chest. His arms are around you, the cup missing you had seen he was holding, and the conversation is over just like that, his eyes looking around for any threat before pulling you back into the corner he had been hiding in.

"Y/N, what happened?" Bucky back away as little as he can just to see your face, and his heart shatters. Half hour make up is now running down your cheeks as the other half is caked under your eyes, his thumb ridding of the tears as Sam, Steve, and Thor form a small circle around the two of you. "Honey, what's going on?"