Scars of Bolvangar

by Fireclaw111

Within the world of His Dark Materials, Clarke and Wells are recovering from their trauma with Bolvangar. Clarke's own mother was a part of what was happening in Bolvangar. And keeping the alethiometer safe, Clarke is distrusting of everyone after Bolvangar. That is, till Clarke's soulmates show up and introduce themselves to Clarke.

Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC, The 100 or the world o His Dark Materials.

This is going to be strictly Clarke Griffin and the Marvel women and DC women only, but with Niylah. Within the world of His Dark Materials

The soulmate mark things, romantic partner soulmate marks and familial soulmate marks, are inspired by a lot of other fics on these ships, by Dinofuryjaws on Archive of our own.

The characters' daemons

Clarke Griffin's daemon-Cassia, a white tiger

Wells Jaha's daemon-Tamara, a jaguar

Natasha Romanoff's daemon-Okhotnik, a maned wolf

Maria Hill's daemon-Sheila, a timber wolf

Yelena Belova's daemon-Voin, a white-tailed eagle

Melina Vostokoff's daemon-Tsvety, a snow leopard

Wanda Maximoff's daemon-Ved'ma, a bearcat

Pepper Potts's daemon-Henry, a magpie

Hela Odinsdotter's daemon-Fenris, a huge, black wolf (not even as close to as big as in Ragnorak, but big)

Carol Danvers's daemon-Eva, a serval

Brunnhilde's daemon-Ella, a brown bear

Mari McCabe's daemon-Jasmine, a lioness

Diana Prince's daemon-Perseus, a lynx

Beatriz da Costa's daemon-Antonia, a jaguar

Tora Olafsdotter's daemon-Janne, a brown bear

Sigrid Nansen's daemon-Tuva, a wolf

Shayera Hol's daemon-Gatar, an African harrier-hawk

Helena Bertinelli's daemon-Lorenzo, a peregrine falcon

Dinah Lance's daemon-Emily, a cooper's hawk

Niylah's daemon-Radeka, a red fox

Pietro Maximoff's daemon-Bystro, a cheetah

Years later, they meet their soulmates.

Clarke is twenty in this. Wells is twenty-one.

Scars of Bolvangar:

It had been six years since Bolvangar. Clarke had been fourteen. And almost had been severed from her daemon, Cassia.

Clarke looked out over the long river where she, Cassia, Wells and Tamara had traveled with the Gyptians years ago to go to Bolvangar and rescue the abducted children.

She knew that the leader of the Gyptian people, Lexa, and her wife, Costia, were taking care of their people, keeping them safe from the already splintered Magisterium.

But still, it didn't keep her skin from crawling whenever she saw a government official walk past them at Oxford. She knew Wells felt the same way. She would watch as he tensed up whenever he saw said government officials.

At the moment, the two of them and their daemons were alongside the river, near some of the gardens.

Wells looked at Clarke sympathetically, knowing that she was stuck in her own head right now, mentally distressed. Wishing to block the memories out of her mind.

But they both knew they couldn't.

What they had seen the Magisterium do to children in Bolvangar would stay with them, most likely for the rest of their lives.

Clarke's daemon, Cassia, nuzzled her large head against Clarke's waist, purring, trying to put her at ease.

Tamara, Wells's daemon, stayed between Wells and Clarke, ever watchful of both young adults.

"Clarke," Wells said softly, "It's okay. I know you're still scared."

"Stop it," Clarke said quietly, shaking her head, "I don't want to talk about it. I don't even want to think about it."

Wells almost said, "but you're going to think about it anyway, right?" But he thought better of it.

It didn't help even remotely that the people closest to them, had been a part of the experiments at Bolvangar. Thelonius Jaha, Wells's father, Abby Griffin, Clarke's mother, and the closest they had had to an uncle, Markus Kane, had all been involved.

One of their first experiments, in fact, had been Clarke's father, Jake Griffin.

When Jake had tried to put a stop to those experiments, he had been thrown into the device that had been created to sever a person from their daemon.

He had been separated from his daemon and the severing, had killed him and his daemon, Cora.

When Clarke had discovered that Abby had betrayed Jake, that had been the deepest wound that Bolvangar had caused. But Abby was dead now. In the fight at Bolvangar, Clarke had grabbed a guard's gun, had aimed it at Abby and had fired. The bullet had hit Abby square in the head, killing her and her daemon, Michael both.

Then the fight had broken out. Iorek, the armored bear and the new king of the bears, who had been more of a parent to Clarke and Wells than Thelonius or Abby ever had been, had come barreling through the halls, killing staff, Tartars and guards alike.

Iorek killed Thelonius Jaha and his daemon, Donata, and killed Kane and his daemon, Ruth. Amongst the guards Iorek had killed had been the more sadistic guards, Charles Pike and his daemon, Angelica, Dax Summers and his daemon, Maria and Bellamy Blake and his daemon, Isabella.

While the events in Bolvangar had been traumatizing? Watching Iorek tear Thelonius's throat out, taking Kane's head off with his big paw and watching Iorek rip out Charles Pike, Dax Summers and Bellamy Blake's stomachs and watch them die in agony as their viscera were torn out and stained all over the metal floors of the halls of Bolvangar, was very, very satisfying.

The bodies of Abby Griffin, Charles Pike, Markus Kane, and all the killed Tartars, staff and guards, including the destroyed bodies of all three Charles Pike, Dax Summers and Bellamy Blake had been left buried in the ground to rot, cut apart in pieces, to dishonor them even further, because that was what they deserved.

Wells knew that Clarke took great pleasure in imagining Abby Griffin, Thelonius Jaha, Kane, the rest and Charles Pike, Dax Summers and Bellamy Blake being eaten away under the ground by maggots.

Unfortunately, it hadn't ended there. One of Bellamy's friends, his "pet," in a way, John Murphy, and Bellamy's little sister, Octavia Blake, had wanted revenge for Bellamy's death, blaming both Wells and Clarke for his death, which was disgustingly hilarious, as he was entirely to blame for his own death.

The two of them had hunted after Clarke and Wells to kill them.

This had eventually led to Clarke and Wells having to kill both of them. Wells had had to slash Murphy in the neck in a struggle with a knife. And Clarke had shot Octavia in the stomach. Murphy had died quicker and he and his daemon, Emori, had passed. Clarke, however, after she had shot Octavia in the stomach, had seen that Octavia and Octavia's daemon, Cerberus, were going to die slowly, she hadn't contacted anyone for help. By that time? She had decided to let Octavia and Cerberus die slowly.

She knew nothing but anger and wrath by that point. She wanted Octavia and anyone like her and anyone that defended people like Abby, Thelonius and Bellamy, to suffer. She wanted all of them to suffer.

So she had done nothing while Octavia had died slowly and in pain.

She had even mocked Octavia as Octavia died, had told her how her older brother, Bellamy, had deserved everything he got and it had been funny to watch him bleed out like an ugly, "stinking pig."

Wells had watched as Clarke had laughed as Octavia had died and Cerberus had disintegrated.

It was a very disturbing sight for Wells to see.

What he felt for Clarke, more than anything else, was worry. He feared for her. For her safety, for her sanity. For her already wounded heart.

But he just didn't know how to help her.

She was hard-hearted now.

He wanted to help her. But he just didn't know how to.

They weren't alone. Not really. They had been adopted by their familial soulmate, and their real mother, Callie Cartwig.

She was in no way by blood related to them. But she had been more of a parent to them than either Thelonius or Abby.

Iorek asked them to visit and they did regularly. An armored bear was a better parent to them than either Thelonius or Abby had been. That was embarrassing.

There were two Gyptians that shared custody with Callie over Wells and Clarke. The two of them were also Clarke and Wells's familial soulmates. Kohe and Danika. Two married women who had Clarke and Wells's names on their backs. Clarke and Wells had two younger siblings too. A little brother and a little sister. Tris and Aden. They had been from a previous marriage that Kohe had had. Her husband, while not her romantic partner soulmate, had been a good man, but had been killed by the Magisterium during the fight in Bolvangar. Tris had been six at the time. Aden had been eight. Danika had met Kohe soon after that, from another nomadic Gyptian group that had been called to the fight.

While Kohe's loss had been severe, meeting Danika, her romantic partner soulmate soon afterwards, had healed her somewhat.

And eventually they had adopted their familial soulmates, Clarke and Wells. Because of how strict the laws of the Magisterium were, it had been difficult for all three Callie, Kohe and Danika to all adopt them, but they managed.

Their Gyptian friends were good for them too. Helped them not be stressed all the time and not hold their emotions back like the stupid society Clarke and Wells had grown up in told them to.

Still, the memories hurt. And Wells knew that if the memories hurt him and Tamara, they hurt Clarke and Cassia far, far more.

Clarke reacted to the comfort she was getting at the moment, by kicking her right foot out and kicking a flat rock, about the size of half her foot into the water loudly and violently.

Wells sighed, "Clarke…"

"Goodness, what did that rock do to you?" A voice asked from behind them. Both Wells and Clarke and their daemons turned around, startled.

Clarke's eyes widened when she took in the group of people standing there in front of them. Almost all women, save for one guy with silver hair.

Clarke felt her heartbeat suddenly go faster. She felt like she could feel her soul get set on fire as she looked at these women. Her mouth dropped, feeling something shift in her.

No, it couldn't be…

But when she saw the loving looks on the faces of the women across from her, all doubt was erased. They had found her. Her romantic partner soulmates.

It took Clarke a few seconds to recover from seeing this. Looking at her mates, her mouth dropped, then she noticed something rather troubling.

She didn't see any daemons. These women didn't have daemons with them.

"Wells," Clarke whispered, eyes scanning around the women, seeing no daemons, "Why-why don't they have any daemons?"

One of the women, with long, dark brown hair, smiled, stepping away so that Clarke could see the shape behind her. "Oh, no," she said, "We have daemons, see?"

Clarke looked at the form behind Wanda. It was a big brown, furry creature, low down to the ground. Four legs, a long tail and whiskers. Clarke couldn't figure out if it reminded her more of a dog or of a cat.

"What…is that?" She asked.

The woman chuckled at Clarke's more or less rude question. "She's Ved'ma. My daemon. She's a bearcat," The woman explained.

That caught Clarke off guard. She? This woman's daemon was…

Clarke looked down at her daemon, Cassia. There weren't many daemons who were the same gender as their human halves. Almost all daemons supposedly were the opposite gender of their human halves.

It wasn't a taboo to be the same sex as one's daemon, but it certainly was considered strange.

Clarke couldn't even begin to get into how many weird looks she got from people when they discovered that her daemon, Cassia was the same sex as her.

Seeing Clarke's expression, one of the other women, an absolutely beautiful redhead with green emerald green eyes said, smirking, "You're surprised by Wanda's daemon being female? So is mine. Okhotnik," she stepped back and to Clarke's surprise, a large, red, maned wolf, stepped over, next to the woman.

The redhead nodded to her daemon, Okhotnik. "She is also female," the woman said.

Clarke opened her mouth and after a few seconds, she said, "Um, I know your names, but I don't know who's who."

And that was true. Everyone had soulmate marks. Several familial ones on a person's back, a few ally soulmate marks on a person's right arm. And usually just one or two romantic partner soulmates on a person's chest.

Clarke? She had multiple romantic partner soulmates.

She knew all their names. And she was positive that all of her romantic partner soulmates were here, even if she hadn't counted them to see if there were eighteen women here. She just didn't know who was who.

"Oh," The redheaded woman said, smiling, "My name is Natasha Romanoff. She gestured to the blond woman next to her and Clarke saw a large eagle coming down to perch on the blonde's left shoulder, "This is my sister, Yelena Belova."

Yelena nodded to her daemon as she said, smirking, "This is Voin."

Natasha nodded to the older woman near her with dark brown hair in a long ponytail, who had a snow leopard next to her. "This is our mother, Melina Vostokoff."

The snow leopard daemon said, "My name is Tsvety," the tone of the leopard's voice told her that it was possible that this daemon was the same sex as Melina. Possibly female too.

Clarke was positive that there was a story behind why they all had different last names, when Natasha said that she was Yelena's sister and Melina was their mother, but hey, she didn't judge. She still kept her father's last name, when Wells was her adoptive brother and she and Wells had been adopted by three people who were in no way related to them.

A dark-haired woman stepped up next to Natasha. She smiled gently at Clarke. "My name is Maria Hill. This is my daemon, Shelia." The timber wolf stepped up next to her, looking at Clarke and Cassia expectantly.

The first woman who had spoken, the woman who had a bearcat daemon said, "My name is Wanda. This is my daemon." She nodded to the bearcat.

Clarke nodded. "My name is Brunnhilde," a woman with long, black hair and light brown skin and she gestured to the brown bear next to her. "This is my daemon. Ella."

A woman with shoulder-length, blonde hair came over, a small, gold cat with a lithe form, with sharp ears and black spots next to her. The woman said, "My name is Carol Danvers. This is my daemon, Eva."

The tall woman next to her with long, orange hair smiled affectionately at Clarke. She had a magpie on her right shoulder. "My name's Pepper Potts," she said and gestured to the magpie. "This is Henry."

They each introduced themselves. Hela Odinsdotter, with a large, black wolf named Fenris, or Fenrir.

Mari McCabe and her lioness daemon, Jasmine introduced themselves. So did Beatriz da Costa and her jaguar daemon, Antonia. So did Tora Olafsdotter and her bear daemon, Janne and Sigrid Nansen and her wolf daemon, Tuva.

Shayera Hol introduced herself, and showed her African harrier-hawk daemon, Gatar.

Diana Prince approached and told Clarke her name and introduced her lynx daemon, Perseus, as well.

Helena Bertinelli and her peregrine falcon daemon, Lorenzo, introduced themselves.

Dinah Lance and her cooper's hawk daemon, Emily, introduced themselves.

Niylah and her red fox daemon, Radeka, introduced themselves as well.

Wanda's twin brother, Pietro, the silver-haired man with them, and his cheetah, Bystro introduced themselves.

Clarke felt slightly overwhelmed, but a suspicious question popped up in the back of her mind. Well, several suspicious questions, actually.

How did they find her? How did they all end up working together to find her? Unless they were all connected in some way too. And were they with the Magisterium?

Natasha observed Clarke and must have detected Clarke's unease. Because she said, her smile softening, "It's alright. I know you must be scared right now. But we're not a threat to you. And we're not from the Magisterium."

Clarke glared. "How do you know about the Magisterium?" She asked.

Cassia nudged Clarke's right leg with her head. "Clarke," Cassia chastised, "Everyone knows that we went against the Magisterium. There's no one here who doesn't know our names and what we did to the Magisterium."

Clarke glared at Cassia. "I know, I know," she said, annoyed, and said in a more quiet voice, "But we can't take chances, remember?"

She looked back to her romantic partner soulmates, as they stepped closer.

Wanda said, voice hopeful, "Clarke, please don't be frightened. We're not the enemy."

"So you say," Clarke said, every inch of her tensed up, "Where the fuck were all of you when I needed you and my friends and I were being hunted by the Magisterium?!"

"Clarke," Wells whispered, "No one heard of our names publicly and that the Magisterium were hunting us until a year ago. This was kept only between us, the authority, the witches, the armored bears and the Gyptians."

Clarke huffed. She wished she didn't see what Wells was saying. But she did. They hadn't wanted more people to be in danger or more people potentially siding with the Magisterium against them. So they had kept information between only their group.

Still, she was too frazzled. Everything from before came back to haunt her. The North. Bolvangar. The daemon cages. That machine that her biological mother had helped create.

She couldn't forget. She couldn't trust anyone that wasn't Wells, the witches, the armored bears, the Gyptians and her and Wells's adoptive mothers and siblings.

"How did you find me?" Clarke asked her romantic partner soulmates, distrust in her voice.

"We have friends in high places," Maria said, "Not the Magisterium, I swear. We know how to get information, if we need to. And Pepper's boss," Maria nodded to Pepper, "Her boss, Tony Stark, is covering for us."

Clarke stared at Maria, then at Pepper, startled.

Tony Stark? Everyone knew that name. He was one of the wealthiest aristocrats in this area. And yes, she knew that he was backing her, Wells and the cause against the Magisterium. His support was important, given his wealth and popularity. She didn't trust him. But she knew that he was a good ally. For now.

At Clarke's continued distrust, Melina asked, smiling, "If you're so distrustful, dear girl? Ask your alethiometer."

Clarke looked at Melina, startled.

Natasha whispered, glaring at Melina, "Melina…"

Natasha turned back to Clarke, "Yes, we know about the alethiometer. It's become public knowledge, as I'm sure you know. We didn't know if the rumors were true that you could read the alethiometer. Ask it, if we're trustworthy. Go on. Ask it."

Clarke looked down at Cassia, then up at Wells, then at Tamara.

Both Cassia and Tamia nodded to her encouragingly. Wells shrugged, looking nervous. And no, Clarke hadn't missed how Wells looked at Pietro longingly.

Clarke reached into her pocket and pulled out her alethiometer. Her eyes stayed on her romantic partner soulmates and Pietro as she held her alethiometer in front of her, opening it up.

She wanted to keep her eyes on these people, in case they tried to grab the alethiometer from her.

She thought to Cassia mentally, "If any of them try to grab the alethiometer, Cassia, stop them."

Cassia thought back to Clarke, "You know I will."

Cassia was a big, white tiger. She could stop a few of them if they tried to take the alethiometer from Clarke.

They wouldn't be able to hurt any of these people, except for Pietro, since the rest of them were her romantic partner soulmates, and she wouldn't be able to hurt them, any more than they'd be able to hurt them. And she didn't want to hurt Pietro, because of Wells. But they'd do what was necessary.

She pushed the questions out mentally, clearing everything else from her mind.

Her questions to the alethiometer was, (Can we trust these people, my romantic partner soulmates and Wellls's romantic partner soulmate and their daemons? Do they work for the Magisterium, or do they really mean to help our cause?)

She waited and then the dials moved. One hand went to the anchor symbol. Each symbol had multiple meanings. Somehow, she always knew what the specific meanings were. And somehow, she knew what those meanings meant. The meaning for the anchor right now, was "hope."

Clarke lifted her head and looked at her romantic partner soulmates, uncertain. She then went back to checking the alethiometer. The next hand went to the helmet. And she knew what the meaning was. "Protection."

The next hand went to the bull symbol. It meant "honesty," in this situation.

Clarke breathed out. She understood well enough. She could trust these people. Maybe she was too scared to, but she could.

"Alright," she said, closing the alethiometer, putting it away. She wanted her alethiometer, one of the few things that had never lied to her, as less out of the open as possible.

She looked at her romantic partner soulmates, "So you guys are telling the truth. Okay. Um, so what now?"

The black-haired, pale beautiful woman, Hela, who may have been in her sixties, honestly, Clarke didn't know, she was bad at guessing ages, said, smirking predatorily and Clarke felt a shiver almost hit her, "Well, I can think of a few things that we could do, now that you know we're not going to hurt you."

"Hela," Carol whispered to her. Carol looked at Clarke then. "Sorry about her. She doesn't exactly know much about tact."

"And you do?" Hela asked, chuckling at Carol, "I see no reason to ask her. Now that she's asked the alethiometer."

Natasha chuckled, and pivoted to look at Clarke. "How about this? We give you a way of contacting us, if you want to. Only if you want to or need to. It will be your choice whether or not you want to see us again."

Clarke would have laughed at that, if it wasn't such a tense situation. Technically speaking, yes, she had a choice. But she was their romantic partner soulmate. They had to know that she wanted them.

Making the choice not to contact them? That would be incredibly difficult for her.

And it would be just wrong to expect Wells not to contact Pietro, based solely on her distrust.

"Alright," Clarke said, still uncomfortable. She knew that the alethiometer would never lie to her. It was the only thing that had been honest with her consistently over the years.

But her memory of what happened with the Magisterium and Bolvangar? It was never going to go away.

Natasha smiled gently at Clarke, speaking softly, "Good. I know that you have no reason to trust us. But we'll do what we need to, to prove that you can trust us."

Clarke nodded. It didn't help that she wanted them. She could feel it. She wanted to be with them. The pull of her soul that the soulmate effect had on her had done a number on her.

Then Natasha said something that made Clarke's decision for her completely, and showed that Natasha was incredibly manipulative, even if she wasn't an enemy. She said, "Clarke, you have the names of the Barton family on your back, don't you?" She had a gentle but knowing smirk on her face, "Clint Barton, Laura Barton, and their children, their names are on your back. And your name is on their backs. I know where they are. They are part of our alliance. I'm close friends with them."

Clarke glared at Natasha and her smirk widened. Clarke knew where this was going. Natasha added, "I can bring you to them. Or tell you where they are. Keeping in contact with us, isn't part of the deal if you want to see them. It's not conditional."

Clarke's eyes widened. She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Yes, this was an act of manipulation. But not the type of manipulation that she had thought it would be.

Her seeing more of her familial soulmates wouldn't be a reward for her staying in contact with Natasha and the others. But Natasha was willing to let her know the Barton family, and in doing so, this was a way for Clarke to trust Natasha more. It was a way of trying to get Clarke to trust her.

Clarke felt the words come out, but they didn't sound as full of conviction as she would like, "I've been offered things like that before. And have been betrayed."

"We know," Dinah said, smiling sadly, "It's okay. We know that it's hard to trust us. But we'll tell you where the Barton family is."

"That's right," Natasha said, voice still gentle, "And you can decide for yourself if you trust us or not."

Clarke didn't say anything, but nodded. She didn't know what to say.

Natasha turned to Melina, then to Carol, Mari, Diana and Maria and they all shared a look of understanding, and they began to walk away. Natasha reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and reached out for Clarke to take it.

Clarke hesitated, then reached for the paper. As she did, wrapping her fingers around the edge of the paper, staring at Natasha's hand, wanting to touch her, but not daring to, she heard Cassia gasp next to her, and she looked down to see Natasha's daemon, Okhotnik, the maned wolf, approaching both of them.

Okhotnik moved past Clarke, nuzzling up against Clarke's lower torso, and rubbing her side against Clarke.

Clarke gasped, stepping back, feeling Natasha let go of the papers. Okhotnik went past Clarke, then nuzzled against Cassia, getting whimper from the tiger daemon.

People weren't supposed to touch other peoples' daemons. But there had been a layer of clothing between her and Natasha's daemon.

However, Clarke had never met a daemon that was more than happy to snuggle up against another human who was practically a stranger.

Clarke looked at Natasha nervously as Okhotnik nuzzled Cassia.

Natasha smirked. "She likes the both of you," she said seductively, when Okhotnik eventually pulled away from the shocked Cassia and began walking back to Natasha, the both of them leaving.

Clarke gasped, looking at Wells. They both were in shock.

Clarke looked down at the papers that Natasha gave her. Addresses. Multiple addresses. With names next to them. One of the names on the papers was the name, "Barton." Clarke recognized one of the addresses. It was a neighborhood not far from one of the Gyptian strongholds.

Clarke looked at Wells again, then looked back at the retreating forms of her romantic partner soulmates and their daemons.

It looked like they had been given an offering. Now they just had to see where it took them.

Clarke looked at Natasha's back as she disappeared into the distance, yearning in her chest. Dammit.

She didn't need the alethiometer to know how this was going to end. She knew that she was going to contact her romantic partner soulmates, even if she felt nothing for distrust for other people now. Knowing her choice, she mumbled a quiet curse.