No Luxury For The Broken
Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader
Theme Songs: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift feat. Civil Wars The Troubles by U2 Hurt by Johnny Cash
Summary: No one could’ve been able to simply…rape you-you were as well trained as Natasha, one of the world’s deadliest assassins…But this man? He was someone else. And you didn’t escape it.
Now, you have to live with the trauma. Everyone felt pain for you-but your dad, Tony? ….He felt it so. much. worse.
Warnings: r*pe, swearing, r*pe trauma, trauma, protective tony and his grief is a hazard, as always. nakedness, r*pe injuries, f*cking said once. mention of sex.
Word Count: 2,245 words
The bleeding of tears in your eyes.
The fatigue and the heat washed over you.
The feeling of needing to crumble.
But where could you collapse?
The feeling of New York air right outside a luxury building was no help. The ruined makeup that included the waterproof mascara was a downer. The ripping off your wedges because you could not walk in them anymore.
Slowly your body had fallen and came to the clean, concrete ground. You huddled yourself close together in the leather jacket over your burgundy shift dress.
It was a private party. It was the weirdest thing, because you were the only one out of your family invited. Well, it was a youth business thing by Hylech. You were involved in Stark Industries, a little. So it made sense.
Your hand had just barely gotten over shaking enough to pull out your phone and to call your dad. You pressed “Daddy” on your contacts and raised the phone to your dominant ear.
“D-Dad?” You pushed out of your mouth.
“Sweetheart, you okay? Are you crying?” He asks alarmed.
“Can you pick me up, please?” Your voice trembled. Cars simply went past the building while you sat with the dim light coming from the right.
“You’ll wanna bring Bruce with you…”
“I’ll be right there, I promise, I’ll be right there-”
“Hurry…” Your voice is only able to get out at under a whisper. Your eyes fall to a close.
You knew your dad would hurry. When he was worried about you, uh, he was incredibly worried about you. And he heard your voice, too, so he may’ve been sprinting down the stairs and not saying a word to the team.
So the minutes went by and by. You’d found will to put your wedges back on, as much as you didn’t think you’d be able to push yourself to walk. You kept pulling your jacket closer together, and your dress further down. And you covered your face with your hands. You gave your eyes darkness. And darkness it saw.
Noises became blurrier with the intense clouding of your mind. He’d get here…He’d get here…
Bright lights suddenly hit your eyelids. That must’ve been him, but you couldn’t open your eyes. The lights then came off, and you found the will to open them up to a crack.
It was somewhat fuzzy and blurry, but you could recognize your dad’s figure rushing over. When he knelt down in front of you, he cupped your face and what he looked like was clear. You’d never thought a face could be so terrified.
“Baby…What happened to you?” You heard blurred.
Struggling was feeling infinite…
And then feeling was gone.
There would never be one word to describe Tony’s worry. Not even infinite.
Natasha drove as fast as she could without getting a ticket to the tower while Tony and Bruce tried to figure out what had happened to you in the backseat. Bruce had brought a kit, so he could do minor things before they got back.
Bruce looked all over her skin, her face, everywhere observable without taking clothes off besides her jacket. He found bruises on her wrists, a gash on her temple that could’ve been caused by glass.
“She was at a party, Bruce, what could’ve gotten her hurt at a party?!” Tony exclaimed. The only things he could look at were his daughter and you.
“I’m not sure, Tony.” Bruce keeps looking at your unconscious body carefully, looking at every injury or sign of what could’ve hurt you. He thought and thought, though. There was only one possibility he could think of at the moment, though…He couldn’t think of anything else.
Bruce’s eyes were already showing pain to say what he was going to say.
“She may’ve been raped,” He said lowly.
Natasha’s eyes grew large and terrified at the thought of you raped. It would be easy for you to be a target because you were Tony’s daughter…But you were just at a public event. How would’ve that happened?
Tony is frozen, petrified, mortified. No, not his daughter. No, she couldn’t’ve been raped. You were too strong to…No…
“No,” Tony replies in straight denial. “She couldn’t have been raped-she wasn’t raped, Bruce.”
“Tony, what else could’ve it been?” Bruce asks softly. Natasha thought the same thing.
“No…” Tony whispered. But he looked down at your body. Bruises. Gash. A broken expression. There was so much more that Tony was denying.
“No, not my baby,” He whispered.