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It felt like an average night out all for everyone was celebrating the fact the Avengers had saved the day, or in this case the galaxy. The Avengers where all the way in New York and Y/N was out in her own state, but still there was a crowd. Another reason she decided to accompany her friends, having never cared to celebrate before but what was one drink & celebrating loved ones being brought back from the dead.
It seemed Y/N had become the one designated to get drinks & seeing as she was driving home alone one sip of her friends tequila was enough. Stepping back to their table, drinks in hand, the loud ruckus at the very back of the bar catching her attention for a moment before looking back to take her seat in the horseshoe shaped booth.
“That one in the corner keeps looking at you,” her friend, Ava spoke, she wasn’t drunk, but it was apparent she had a good buzz going & Y/N not bothering to look to where she hinted to the loud crowd.
“Well he can keep looking,” Y/N shot back forcing her friend to scoot over but becoming curious to look where Ava hinted & instantly spotting the one she spoke of.
The man sitting at a small table to himself, slouched in the chair that faced their booth, the man spread going on as he studied her. He looked to be tall, short dirty blonde hair, looking in need of a cut. The way he slouched didn’t do much to make his stature discernible. Meeting his clear eyes though it looked as though he had drained several bottles that sat on the table. Y/N barely able to make out that his eyes didn’t match, the gaze he fixed her with was intense, Y/N having to look away & back to her friends who were getting loud their selves.
“Hey, Y/N! Another please! I can’t get out,” pleaded Sara from the middle of the booth, hinting to the empty shot glass then the bar.
“I just came back,” Y/N whined, but got up anyway, she needed to use the bathroom looking over to where the man had sat on her way to the bathroom at the back of the bar, seeing the empty seat & scanning the room as she continued on.
His buddies, 6 other men still in the corner booth being loud and shrugging it off. Going to the bathroom to take care of floating eyeballs then making her stop at the bar, leaning against it while placing her order. Still scanning the bar for the man, it made her feel uneasy that she couldn’t spot him, downright unnerving to tell the truth, something didn’t feel right by the way he had watched her.
“Can I buy you a drink,” came a strong accented masculine voice to Y/N right the same time an overheated presence stepped next to her.
Looking up into one blue eye & one green, heterochromia. Y/N couldn’t help to stare at him for a moment, taking in his height as he towered over her, his t-shirt under the burgundy jacket fit him tightly showing off every muscle he had & she didn’t even want to look down at his pants if his shirt fit him like this. No, no one this good looking ever spoke to her unless drunk, and he didn’t look or smell like it.
“Um no I’m good. I gotta drive home,” Y/N admitted, well at least he was a hotty but something about him made her uncomfortable.
“Then allow me to buy you whatever you would like,” the hotty ventured once more looking Y/N over so quickly she never caught it, his pants growing tight the moment he caught sight of thick hips and ample breast.
“No thanks,” Y/N spoke kindly hoping he would get the hint, but she would have to give him points for persistence when he followed her to deliver drinks.
Standing up once she sat the drinks down, Y/N spun on the man, looking him in the eye, shit he was taller and built bigger than she originally thought, his stature made him tower over her & made even Y/N larger female figure look small.
“Are you drunk,” Y/N blurted, watching him blink for a moment in puzzlement to take a step back as she stepped slightly closer.
“No alcohol doesn’t affect me,” he retorted, what a strange way to put that.
“Ok; then why else would someone who looks like you come on to someone like me,” Y/N snapped, not meaning to sound so vicious, but hadn’t any other way to put it, it was late & she was ready to go home.
“Someone like me. I think you’re a beautiful woman regardless of what you believe are flaws,” he responded kindly noting Y/N exasperated look & was upset that she believed her larger figure was anything less than perfect.
“Look, I’m sorry, I meant nothing by it. Allow me to buy you whatever you would like and just sit and talk with me,” the tall man bargained, keeping his tone calm even though he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and carry her out to somewhere private for time alone in someone’s bed or the back of Stark’ car would work.
“No, I’m sorry, long day,” she spoke looking back to her friends, fishing her keys out of her pocket.
“I’m heading home,” Y/N told the girls before turning to step around the man who thankfully didn’t follow, & glad she didn’t have to use the small pistol in her jeans pocket.
Walking across the quiet parking lot keeping focus on all around her while hitting the unlock button on her keys to jump into the Jeep shutting the door quickly & locking it before ever starting it up. Glancing back at the door to the bar, spotting several nice luxury cars, motorcycles and stopping on the familiar figure that stood in the doorway to the bar. A shiver making its way down her spine when she released the park break, letting out the clutch to take off home.
The man seemed nice, but something was a little off like he was troubled, like not what would be considered average as in deeply & was looking at Y/N like she had been his redeemer. Shrugging it off as being tired Y/N didn’t think much more about it, at least not until she pulled into the driveway and walked into her house.
Thinking once more about what had happened, how he spoke, he didn’t seem human, & looked painfully familiar. Throwing the keys on the bar before going to the cabinet to pull out her own bottle of Jack and a glass to step over to the island, looking out the window over the sink when a shadow out of place caught in her peripheral. Sitting the glass down on the stone counter hand pushing into her jeans pocket to grip to the little .380 that was there.
“Your gun want harm me,” came the familiar voice of the man from the bar.
Y/N heart dropped to her feet, chest closing up even though her breathing quickened, breaking out in a cold sweat. Forcing herself to turn towards the living room area where the voice originated to make out the shadow of someone sitting in the chair that faced the kitchen. Trying to will herself to speak but all she could do was stare while the giant of a man stood starting towards her stooping to cut on the lamp that was on the way.
Taking a step back, pistol in hand unable to find her voice trying to speak but thankfully he stopped next to the lamp.
“I wanted to introduce myself properly, but you rushed out before I could,” the man continued not moving but looking her over as of seeing her for the first time.
Swallowing hard & finally finding her voice Y/N opened her mouth to speak continuing to grip tight to he pistol that was held next to her hip.
“You broke into my house to introduce yourself? How did you….,” Y/N voice came out hoarse, forcing her to clear her throat hallway through, the volume raising in pitch when she did.
“I have my ways. How about you put the gun on the counter & we just talk,” he began starting to step closer, but this time Y/N didn’t hesitate to fire strait into his chest, the muzzle flash blinding her & listening for the thud, but only heard the creak of floorboards as someone stepped forward.
“You ruined my shirt sweetheart,” his deep voice mused Y/N vision returning to see him at the end of island counter looking down at his shirt at the hole that only showed taught skin.
“Please; just stop,” her voice shook & amazingly he did but gave Y/N the filling he was allowing her time to accept her fate.
“I’m Thor,” he spoke, watching relief flash over her features.
Thor a good guy right? Then why does this fill wrong? Y/N thought still holding the pistol out in front of her, watching him closely.
“Why are you in my house,” Y/N voice shook it still made her nervous, Thor’ demeanor didn’t give her any reassurance that this was a casual visit.
“I want to take you somewhere safe. I saw you in the bar tonight, watched you, I can’t lose you,” he spoke as if confessing his lifelong love.
“Am I…,” Y/N began, still holding white knuckle to the pistol, arms beginning to shake.
“No, you’re not, but I have to protect you. Please Y/N, come with me,” Thor ventured getting closer now.
Y/N panicked, not sure what made her do so, dropping the pistol and taking off towards the back door. Barreling towards the French doors, the lock slowing her down, but she had to run this wasn’t right it was all wrong. Halfway across the back yard a steel trap wrapped around her thick middle to lift her into the air kicking out at nothing & against a well-muscled chest. Trying to kick back to hit his shins making contact but Thor didn’t let go. Yelling out for help while the god held her flush to his chest, one arm under her breast and the other making its way south.
“Stop,” Y/N shouted trying to kick out, but he was so strong hand squeezing her thick hip.
Though he didn’t stop there his hand moving further to grip to clothed core, squeezing her plump woman hood, while he buried his face into her neck, mumbling something of smelling familiar, he couldn’t lose another like he lost someone, he had lost so much, & Y/N belonged to him, his property.
“Hang on Y/N, I’m going to keep you safe,” were the last audible words Y/N heard him speak before they were consumed by blinding white light.