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Part of a series. AU. Soulmate story. 100 crossover with Marvel and DC. Inspired by several stories on Archive of our own. Natarke; Natasha Romanoff and Clarke Griffin, Yelenarke; Yelena Belova and Clarke Griffin, Mari McCabe and Clarke Griffin; Mariarke, Niylah and Clarke Griffin; Niylarke. You get the idea, don't you?
Inspired by Dinofuryjaws, Raindownthestreet, and TheSupremePineapple_33's work on Archive Of Our Own, except I'm only having Clarke Griffin with Marvel women and DC women.
And the inspiration for those ship names is because of Dinofuryjaws, for coming up with the ship names.
Familial soulmates and ally soulmates exist too, like in the stories of the three aforementioned authors. Clint Barton, Laura Barton and their children are going to be Clarke Griffin's familial soulmates and the eight vampire women that are mentioned in those stories are in this series too. The vampire women won't be in the first part, but they'll show up later. Also, I know that Dinofuryjaws on Archive of our own, has three of those women from another fic, Azgeda Chronicles by Crimson MirrorGlass, but I've never read it.
The Ark hasn't been near the ground in almost a century. Clarke Griffin is the adopted daughter of Abby and Jake Griffin. She isn't human either. The twelve tribes are scattered all throughout the world, not just across North America. And not all of the world has embraced the "tribe" culture that the coalition has. There are some communities, cities and towns that are like the Ark peoples' culture and use technology.
That is where the Avengers, the Justice League, the X-Men and many other groups you'd know from comic books and the film universe would be familiar with. They coexist on the ground, with the other tribes.
People like Superman? An agreement, via a treaty with the people of Earth, keeps them from investigating the space around them, keeping them from having contact with the people of the Ark. So, they don't go near the Ark people and the Ark people don't know about there being people on the ground.
The Mountain Men are there, and because they have bombs, they will make sure that the superheroes won't come near them. They have an advantage, as they will bomb villages if any superheroes come near them.
And again, Clarke isn't human. She is powerful and very, very dangerous, as you will find out soon.
Just to let everyone know, Dinofuryjaws on Archive is the one that came up with the ship names for these ships, even if WolfHowlRunner61 came up with the ships first. Natasha RomanoffxClarke Griffin is Natarke or Clartasha and many other ship names. Their contribution to coming up with the ship names is on the comments on Archive in WolfHowlRunner61's stories. And Dinofuryjaws was the one that came up with the idea of "familial soulmates." Raindownthestreet is the one that came up with "ally soulmates."
And trigger warnings here for graphic violence, skinning, cutting, torture, murder, mass murder.
When home is a person
Clarke Griffin, age twenty-one, was crouched down in the cell of SHIELD base, her knees close to her chest, her arms dangling over her knees as she sat, her hands bearing claws. Very, very sharp claws.
The Avengers, or rather, more appropriately, Natasha Romanoff had found her.
Clarke absentmindedly looked down at her right arm, at the space under her wrist. She then reached down to under her heart, touching the soulmate marks there. And reached to her back and touched some of the marks there. This had been a ritual she had done since she had first been rejected by the Ark people.
The marks on her were her soulmate marks. And at all the names under the respective marks. There were, however, only one type of soulmate marks that concerned her right now. The romantic partner soulmate marks. On her chest, under her heart, with the names of her romantic partner soulmate marks, there was the name "Natasha Romanoff," under a red hourglass shape. Everyone had soulmate marks and the names of their soulmate under those soulmate marks. Romantic partner soulmate marks and familial soulmate marks. Clarke had many, many familial soulmate marks on her back. Quite a few ally soulmate marks. And everyone had at least one romantic partner soulmate mark. At least one. At least one mark and at least one name. She was different in that she had more than one soulmate mark on her arm. She had eighteen romantic partner soulmate marks.
She wasn't religious or superstitious, no matter what the upbringing she had been given by the Azgeda had done to her.
She had heard a lot that the gods must have blessed her for having so many soulmates. But she didn't believe that at all.
She had been raised for the first five years of her life; to her knowledge, by Abby and Jake Griffin, until Jake had discovered a flaw in the Ark's system.
Then Jake had been executed. Floated for what he had discovered. Clarke had heard him talk with Abby about the flaw he had found in the Ark, and she herself had been arrested.
At the age of only five.
She would have been impressed by such ridiculousness, were she not so cynical now.
She had been thrown into the skybox at the age of five, and there she had remained. For six years. Isolated. Alone.
Her brother and familial soulmate, Wells had visited her. And so had another familial soulmate, Callie Cartwig, who had been more of her mother than Abby had been. But when Abby had, Clarke had put the pieces together over time.
Her mother had killed her father. Not directly. But she had.
Abby had told Wells's dad, Thelonius Jaha, about Jake knowing about the flaw in the Ark. She had told him and so Jake had been executed.
Clarke's mother had killed her father.
Then when Clarke had figured that out and had screamed at Abby to leave her alone and Abby had left, Clarke had learned from an abusive guard, an ugly guard with freckles, named Bellamy, had laughed in her face and had told her that he had found out that she wasn't even by blood Abby or Jake Griffin's daughter. That she had been adopted by them.
That had been when Clarke had been eight. It had been horrible for her to realize that she wasn't even biologically Abby's daughter.
But in later years, when she had reached her last year in the skybox, when she had been eleven years old? It had just been comforting.
Better that she not be by blood Abby's daughter.
Because why the fuck would she want Abby's blood in her veins?
And between the abuse, the isolation, the betrayal, her father's murder, no, not execution, murder, she finally had snapped, and she had felt something strong, powerful and uncontrollable unleash inside her.
She wasn't even sure what it was at the time that had been unleashed. She had a theory now, that whatever she was, it began to rise when she reached a certain age, especially after a great deal of trauma.
However, all theories aside? She snapped. And the inhuman thing that she was had been unleashed and fangs had emerged from her mouth, claws had slid out of her fingers and she had roared, enraged, lonely and hungry. She had been hunger, pain and rage incarnate.
She had roared and had leapt into the door of her skybox, tearing it open.
The thing was, the Ark had finally come down to the ground. For almost a century, the Ark had stayed away from Earth, because no one on the Ark had known if Earth was livable.
However, apparently some of the people on the Ark had sent drones down and had investigated the ground and had discovered people down there.
After they had done that, they had lowered the Ark down to the ground.
And that had just been when Clarke had broken out of her skybox.
And the problem with this? The beast that Clarke was, a werewolf of some type, which was the only theory Clarke had, was hungry. So fucking hungry. So, what did she do when she was out of the skybox?
She attacked. Anyone she could get her hands on and started to feast.
She tore open other skyboxes, and tore the throats open of the other prisoners, eating them.
She later had learned the names of the prisoners that she had killed and eaten. John Murphy, Nathan Miller, Roma Bragg, Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Atom Parson, Connor Harris, Myles Bate, and several others.
One of these prisoners she had killed and eaten, had been a girl younger than her, named Octavia Blake.
She had also killed two others. A mechanic that had just happened to cross her path, Raven Reyes. And a councilmember that had had a hand in Clarke's father's death, Markus Kane.
And after she had killed Octavia, well, that caused a few problems. Firstly, after her rampage, Abby had seen what Clarke had done and despite her having a hand in how Clarke had turned out, she had been disgusted and had rejected Clarke, had called her a monster and had told her that Clarke should have been killed as soon as Clarke had been brought to her and Jake and had demanded that Clarke leave.
Clarke, traumatized again and in pain, had howled in agony, and had turned and had run off into the forest, away from the Ark people, never to be with them ever again.
The second thing that had happened, had been because Clarke had killed Octavia Blake, who had been locked away simply for being a second child in the Ark, which forbade more than one child per family, Octavia's older brother, that sociopathic guard, the one that had verbally and occasionally physically abused Clarke, by the name of Bellamy Blake, had come after Clarke, wanting to get revenge for his sister's death.
That was probably the only part about him that she sympathized with. The only part.
However, Bellamy hadn't been the one to find her.
The Mountain Men had been the ones to find her.
The Mountain Men, whom Clarke had known nothing about before then, lived inside a mountain called "Mount Weather."
It was from the Mountain Men who had grabbed her, told her about the tribes that lived on the ground. That there were twelve tribes. And that the Mountain Men and the tribespeople were at war. The Mountain Men called the tribespeople "Outsiders."
Clarke immediately sympathized with the Mountain Men, when she learned how they had been driven from the surface, into the mountain.
Outcasts.
Clarke identified with that very much. Had identified with that for years.
She also had learned that there were many communities throughout the world that had more "modern" types of communities that had no link whatsoever to the tribes in North America.
There were more modern cities and communities, and Clarke learned of actual superpowered superheroes in the world, learning of the Justice League, the Avengers, the X-Men, amongst other groups.
Clarke had asked the Mountain Men's leader, Dante Wallace, why they didn't ask for one of those groups for help against the tribes.
Dante had sadly told her that the superheroes had forsaken them too, believing them to be abominations.
That had hurt Clarke to hear. Oh, she had understood that, all too well.
Her adoptive mother, Abby, the person who was supposed to love her, had called her an abomination. So this she understood.
She had stayed with the Mountain Men. She learned from the news that the Mountain Men got, what some of the things that happened to the tribes and the different modern communities, including the superheroes.
She learned where the different twelve tribes were located.
Apparently, the Trikru, the Podakru, the Floukru, the Boudalankru, the Ingranronakru and the Sankru, lived in the United States, all throughout it. The Yujledakru, the Trishanakru, the Delfikru and the Luwodakru all lived in South America. The Ouskejonkru lived in Canada. The last of the tribes, considered the "pariah" of the tribes, was a tribe called the Azgedakru; the Ice Nation.
The Azgeda preferred to just call themselves the Azgeda, instead of Azgedakru. They were proudly independent from the other tribes, though they were part of the coalition that made up the twelve tribes.
The Azgeda loathed the Commander, and had loathed all Commanders before the current one. They believed in their independence and loathed anyone that got in the way of that. So, the other tribes couldn't care less where the Azgeda lived.
So the Azgeda living all throughout Canada, far from the Ouskejonkru, wasn't seen as an offense by the other tribes. The tribes wanted as little to do with the Azgeda as possible.
They were considered the biggest of all the tribes and feared the most and abhorred the most.
And were considered the most savage of all tribes.
Clarke had wondered at the time why any tribe would try to piss off a group like that, but hadn't thought much of it.
Clarke had lived with the Mountain Men for almost a year.
But that all changed when she started to suspect something weird was going on in the mountain.
She would hear screams from the vents. Would smell blood from the vents. Would get an uncomfortable feeling that the Mountain Men were all lying to her.
So eventually, she had broken into one of the vents, had crawled through it and had gone to the other side, finding another room.
This room had been filled with multiple cages. People were in those cages. Not animals. People.
One person after another had been packed away in a cage, trapped there like an animal.
Clarke had been horrified. Even more so when she saw someone hanging upside down in front of the cages. A man, unconscious, with chains on his legs, being hung there by the chains, syringes and tubes attached to his body.
His blood came out and filled those plastic tubes.
Clarke had almost vomited. Almost.
She had heard someone coming from behind the doors, because apparently, being a werewolf, meant that she had more advanced hearing.
She then had ran to the vent and had jumped in and had climbed back through.
She had been caught by Maya Vie. A girl a few years older than her.
Clarke had freaked out, had growled and had shown off her fangs and claws, threatening Maya. Maya, however, having already seen the footage of Clarke killing the other prisoners from the skyboxes, had calmly told Clarke that she wasn't afraid and that she knew what Clarke had seen and that she wanted to help Clarke.
Clarke had been suspicious, but had listened to Maya.
Maya had explained that because they couldn't live on the surface anymore and would die from poisonous air, they had to take blood from others to heal up. But still couldn't go to the surface.
She then explained that her people were going to target the Ark people soon enough, because the Ark people had been exposed much more to the sun and perhaps their bone marrow would give the Mountain Men the immunity they needed to live aboveground.
Clarke had been horrified again, then Maya had told Clarke that that didn't have to happen, if Maya could get to the mainframe of the mountain, wire everything together to one lever, and pull that lever, ending the Mountain Men.
Clarke had demanded why Maya would do that and Maya had just said sadly, "Because the things we're doing are inhuman. We don't deserve to survive." She then told Clarke that she had heard what Dante and Cage had talked about when their doctor, Dr. Tsing had studied Clarke's blood when Clarke had first been brought into the mountain. She told Clarke that she had heard Dante and Cage finding that Clarke's blood was very strange. She was half werewolf and half something else. Half something much, much more dangerous. And Maya warned Clarke that it was unlikely that the Mountain Men would let her live, because of that.
And Maya had left the med bay, where Clarke had been, leaving a twelve-year-old Clarke shocked and alone as she went to wire the mountain's computer system together.
Clarke had followed Maya, about a half hour later, fearful, wanting to know of any progress that Maya was doing.
She followed Maya's scent to the control room, finding Maya there.
But they were caught.
Dante had found them and had seen Maya wiring the system up and in a panic, he had ordered two guards, Lancaster and Emerson, to kill Maya and Clarke both.
Lancaster and Emerson had readied their guns. However, luckily, they had been outside of the control room and so, Clarke had closed the door and had locked it. That would keep them and Dante out for a few minutes, but unfortunately, with Emerson and Lancaster's guns, it wouldn't keep the three of them out for long.
So Maya had worked fast.
Then a bullet had shot through the glass window of the door, from Emerson's gun, and had hit Maya, just when she had finished wiring everything up. The bullet had hit Maya right in the throat, sending her down to the floor, blood flowing out of her neck and mouth.
Clarke had screamed, watching this, her hands going to her mouth.
Maya had stared up at the twelve-year-old girl, groaning out, gurgling, "Pull the lever," she had barely gotten out, "Pull it. Or the tribes and your people will die."
Even though Clarke would debate, even back then, that the Ark people had not been her people, she had been unable to do anything, except do as Maya said. She had gone to the lever, and had pulled it, wishing to honor Maya's wishes and knowing that the Mountain Men couldn't win.
She pulled the lever all the way through, and activated all the openings in Mount Weather to open up completely and let the air in and attack all the Mountain Men inside.
She had watched, at the age of only twelve, as group after group after group of human beings fell to the floor, skin opening up wide, bloody sores all over their bodies, listening to them scream and moan in pain and agony.
They had writhed and had cried out. Clarke had looked down at Maya. She then had noticed sores opening up all over Maya's now dead body and that had been when the tears had begun to flow from her eyes.
She turned back to the screens, despair filling her as she watched not just the adults and the teenagers die from the poisonous air, but the children and babies die the same way.
"No," Clarke had whispered, watching as several small children, no older than six or seven or eight, vomited blood out as they cried and sobbed out for their parents, crashing to the floor.
And almost all at once, it all had stopped.
All of the Mountain Men had died. Men, women, teenagers, preteens, small children and even babies, had all died out, blood filling the halls and rooms of Mount Weather.
Clarke had stood there, stunned, numb, unable to do or say anything for what felt like forever.
Eventually, she had remembered that Dante, Emerson and Lancaster were still outside of the control room.
She had turned around and walked to the door, opening it up and walking out.
She then had looked down at the floor, where the three bloody pools were and there was a person in each pool of blood.
One corpse was Dante Wallace, the leader of the Mountain Men, one had been Carl Emerson and one had been Luke Lancaster.
Clarke had been unable to cry anymore after that. She had just felt cold. Unfeeling. Numb.
She had stared at the corpses and eventually, had turned and had walked down the hall, going to the end door, knowing that that was the door where she had come from, where she had exited the med bay.
She went down the stairs, numbly going past corpse after corpse.
She felt hollow. So, so hollow.
She had known that she wasn't human. She had been fed so much meat by the Mountain Men, and for that much, she had been grateful. She had realized that she had to kill to stop the Mountain Men.
But she also had felt such, such self-disgust and self-hatred.
She had killed all of them.
She had hated herself almost instantly after she had killed all those children and babies.
She reached the lower level of the mountain and entered the room full of cages.
She had watched as the people in the cages and she knew she had to get them out.
She had gone over to the cages and had reached out and had torn off the locks of each cage, opening each cage up and allowing the Outsiders out of their cages.
The Outsiders had gotten out and looked at her, startled, staring.
Clarke had told them that they were all free now and that they could leave.
One of the Outsiders spoke to Clarke in their tribe's language, but Clarke hadn't understood the language.
She had shaken her head, not understanding.
So, the Outsider had quickly used English, much to Clarke's surprise.
The Outsider had asked Clarke what happened to the Mountain Men. Clarke hadn't lied. She had told them that the Mountain Men, every last one of them, were all dead.
The Outsider had stared at her, shocked. He then had asked her if she had killed them.
She had said, "Yes, I did." She hadn't said it in any sad tone or anything like that. She had just been numb.
She had told them that she had wiped out all the Mountain Men, killed them all, including the children.
She had hoped that the Outsiders would kill her, knowing what she had done.
But they hadn't. They had stared at her and one of them had called her 'Wanheda,' which as she learned later, meant 'Commander of Death.'
They had then all called her the 'Commander of Death.' They had asked what her name was. She had told them, not thinking any better of it. They had acknowledged her name and had told her that she needed to join a tribe, that she'd be safe there, given that many tribes and communities would want to get their hands on her.
But Clarke had screamed at them, only then reacting and had shown her fangs and claws, scaring the Outsiders as she roared at them to leave her alone.
The Outsiders had been so frightened that they had fled, fast.
Clarke had numbly left the mountain, feeling cold and unfeeling. Unable to do anything else. She had just gone into the forest, walking deep into it and hoping that she would die. Hoping that some animal would attack and kill her or that an Outsider would find her and kill her.
But that hadn't happened.
And eventually, the story of Wanheda traveled throughout the different countries, continents and different communities.
Everyone learned of Wanheda, of the Commander of Death and knew that her name was Clarke Griffin and that she was twelve and that she wasn't human.
Eventually, it was learned that she was from the Ark people, and that she had been cast out by the Ark people.
That news had made the tribespeople boast that she belonged with them far more than she did with the Ark people, especially after she had wiped out the Mountain Men.
But Clarke had stayed in the forest. Isolated and alone. Traumatized.
She resigned herself to being alone. Her familial soulmates, her romantic partner soulmates, they would never want her. Of that, she was sure.
And then half a month later, the Azgeda had found her and had offered her a community to live in and had whisked her away to Canada.
For nine years, she had lived there, with the Azgeda. The Azgeda hadn't told anyone that they had Wanheda herself. Because they wouldn't risk anyone who wasn't them have their hands on their weapon.
Because to them, Clarke was their most valuable asset.
She was their weapon. Their symbol. For them, having her in their grasp meant that they had a weapon and the greatest strength against the rest of the tribes, especially against the Trikru, whom the Azgeda despised.
So, Clarke had stayed with the Azgeda, for years.
Nine years in all.
Eight and a half years into living with the Azgeda, word got back to the United States about where Clarke Griffin had been living all that time.
And who had come calling? Hoping for revenge against the person that had killed his little sister, Octavia Blake?
Why, none other than the piece of ugly shit, the older brother of Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, himself.
He had come by, looking for revenge.
He had not found it.
What he had found instead, had been his slow and painful death.
Clarke had been with the Azgeda for eight and a half years at that time. So she had known all sorts of tortures. All sorts of slow, painful ways for her victims to die.
And she had unleashed them all upon Bellamy.
The queen of the Ice Nation, Nia, had said that Clarke could do as she liked with the filth that was Bellamy Blake.
And so she had done as she had wanted.
She had grabbed Bellamy, had chained him to a tree, had taken a knife, had castrated him, had skinned him alive, tossed his ugly freckled skin to the dogs to eat, then had cut his body open and had taken out his organs, while he had still been alive, then had taken a saw and had sawed his head off, and finally, the pig that was Bellamy Blake, died.
She had put his head on a pike and had fed his decimated body to the dogs.
She also knew that if that disgusting pig had been able to figure out where she was, then it wouldn't be long till others followed.
That was why she figured she might as well start killing people for revenge. And she did. She did that for a few months, occasionally going back to the United States to get rid of old enemies. on one of these trips, she ran into Wells. As soon as she did, she fled, realizing that her violence, her evil, could potentially affect him. And she didn't want that for him. That was why she left.
It was the same reason why she had stayed away from some parts of the Ice Nation and from the Blue Cliff Tribe in general. Because she apparently, had eight familial soulmates there too.
Three vampiric women in the wilder parts of the Ice Nation. Three wives. Razeeta, Jorsua and Dasha of the Ice Nation. And five vampire women in the Blue Cliff Tribe. Also wives. Vesetona, Kradenna, Bartava, Talamarus and Raasa.
They were her familial soulmates and Clarke stayed away from them. Not because they were vampires and she was scared of them or anything. She wasn't. She, after all, was more dangerous than any beings that existed. No, she had stayed away for their own good. She had stayed away to save them from her poisonous presence.
Then, half a year later, the Avengers learned where she had been living for years, and had come for her.
Clarke had been wearing her Azgedian clothes, white fur clothing and a black fur cape, boots, a bone mask in the shape of a wolf's skull, and had hidden in the woods in the main kingdom of the Ice Nation, which was located at the edge of Canada, right near the water, when the Avengers had arrived.
She had hidden in the branches of one of the trees, and while she hadn't really tried to hide herself that hard, it had still startled her when Natasha had found her.
The other Avengers had tried to capture her, and it had ended very, very badly for them.
Clarke had torn Iron Man out of his armor and had broken his left leg in three different parts.
She had done the same to War Machine.
She had torn the Falcon's metal wings off, making it impossible for him to fly up after her.
She had kicked both Thor and Captain America in the chests and had thrown them back several feet away.
They had cried out in pain, and weren't going to get up anytime soon.
Then the Hulk had tried to bring her down. But it proved that she was too strong, even for the Hulk.
She had broken every bone in the Hulk's body and had sent him crashing through the woods, making him groan in pain.
The Hulk had since then never come out from Bruce Banner, while Clarke had been present.
And it filled her with a sort of spiteful pride.
But then Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff had approached the tree, where Clarke had remained perched in the branches of and Clarke had stared at them. She had met Clint's eyes and she had felt that desire to be protected by him, the feeling a child would feel when looking into the eyes of their true parent. Clarke had never felt that way about her adoptive mother, Abby. She had about Callie Cartwig. But she hadn't seen Callie in years. Then her eyes had met Natasha Romanoff's bright green eyes, and that had been when time had stopped. When Clarke had felt her life stopping, yet also starting over in the most beautiful way.
It had almost hurt, how profound it had felt when she had locked eyes with Natasha's.
It made her feel unimaginably profound things, realizing how she felt when she looked into Natasha's eyes, realizing in that very moment, that she was hers. That she was Natasha's. Anything that happened next, was inconsequential. She was just Natasha's. That was all that mattered.
And though Clarke had lived years and years and years without love or any stabilizing relationship, she had known instantly that she would do everything and anything for this woman. Everything and anything for her.
It had felt like she could feel the Earth move under her, like the sun, moon, all the planets in the entire universe and all the stars, centered around Natasha Romanoff, as soon as Clarke Griffin locked eyes with the redhead.
Clarke had stared, shocked, heart stopping then starting up again at an alarming speed.
She had had a mask on, but despite that? Natasha had known exactly what was going on in Clarke's head.
Natasha, despite having just seen her soulmate total every single one of her teammates, just smiled at her, had outstretched her right arm, her palm up and had offered her hand to Clarke.
Natasha had just asked, "Don't you want to come down, Clarke?" Her voice was a low alto and it did things to Clarke's nether regions that no one else's voice ever had.
Clarke had been unable to do anything else except whine, almost painfully at Natasha's seductive voice. She had shaken her head, because she had been unable to say, 'no.'
Because for some reason she found it hard to lie to the woman before her.
Natasha hadn't seemed offended by Clarke's refusal. Her smile had remained as she said, "No? Are you sure? Don't you want to come down? You're safe, promise. Just come down, love."
Clarke had tensed, claws cutting into the bark of the branch of the tree, her feet planted firmly there.
She hadn't moved, but she could just feel herself getting ready to leap down and walk right into Natasha's arms, let her take her from the Ice Nation, a place that had been her home now for nine years.
She might just have stayed there for a little longer, because she could do nothing else, but instead, she had been forced to jump off the branch and had needed to defend Natasha and Clint from some Azgedian warriors that had been about to attack, trying to keep their precious weapon and monster from leaving them.
Had it been anyone else here? Anyone at all? Clarke probably would have been fighting on the side that had provided her a home for nine years, regardless of the tortures they had done to her for not doing as they said, and regardless of the tortures she had been taught how to do in the Ice Nation.
But anyone else hadn't been here.
It had been Natasha Romanoff who had been there instead. Could Clarke really be blamed for wavering to the whim of such a goddess?
So Clarke had leapt off the tree branches and had unleashed her claws, snarling as she tore several of the warriors to pieces.
When Clarke was done, she realized what Natasha had seen her do, and she slowly turned around to look at Natasha, covered in Azgedian blood. And she had stared at Natasha, waiting for her mate's judgment full of horror and disgust.
Natasha had looked disturbed, her eyes wide. And Clarke had looked away, blood dripping from her hair, ready for yet another rejection.
Like her adoptive mother, Abby. Like the Ark people.
Then her heart had almost stopped when she had felt a pair of hands take her own. Clarke had gasped, staring down at her left hand being taken by a pair of hands. She had looked into Natasha's face, searching.
Natasha had been disturbed, but also, she had looked sad.
"Come with me," Natasha said to Clarke, her words coming out in a soft, but unmistakable command.
And well, what else could Clarke do? She couldn't deny Natasha anything.
So, she had followed Natasha and Clint to the jet.
Thor and Captain America recovered and got the others, gathering them and bringing them to the jet.
As for the rest of the Azgeda, the queen, Nia, had approached and had commanded that Clarke stay with them.
Clarke hadn't listened.
So Nia had threatened Natasha.
That had been a mistake, needless to say.
Clarke had acted as soon as that threat had left Nia's mouth.
She had shot off of the platform of the jet and had leapt at the queen and her closest followers.
She had killed Nia and Nia's followers in seconds.
And just like that, the monarch of the Ice Nation had been wiped out.
Which left her two children to squabble over the throne.
Prince Roan and Princess Ontari of the Ice Nation.
Later, it would be decided not long after Nia's murder, that Ontari was the rightful ruler, as Ontari had been appointed by the queen as her successor, despite Roan being older. And Roan would be her bodyguard.
Despite the carnage that Clarke had committed again, Natasha had held her hand out to Clarke again, and had allowed Clarke to take her hand and had led Clarke back up into the jet.
Before Clarke had entered, Clarke had stared at Ontari and had growled out, "You will give me your word now, Ontari, that you won't go after Natasha Romanoff, or anyone that I care about!"
Ontari, who greatly respected Clarke, even loved her in some way, even if she was not one of Clarke's soulmates, and had agreed. As had Roan.
And so, Clarke had left with Natasha and the rest of the Avengers.
Clarke had been unable to do anything else, except stare at Natasha almost the whole way back to SHIELD base.
It just had struck her as such a wonder. How had this amazing woman been her mate, how was that possible?
And when they had landed, and Clarke had exited out of the jet, the rest of SHIELD had seen a very clearly Azgedian dressed individual, covered in blood, with several injured Avengers.
So, no shit, yeah, SHIELD, because it was full of idiots, had assumed the worst, and had aimed guns at her.
Clarke had instantly jumped protectively in front of Natasha Romanoff.
Fury had asked that she be looked at in the med bay, and Clarke had barked out a laugh. She had done as Fury had told her to do, but she grinned threateningly at him with her sharp fangs, making sure he recognized her threat.
She had gone to the med bay, as it had been called. But it wasn't a med bay. She recognized a cell when she saw one. She had lived in one for six years, till she had been eleven, for fuck's sake, so yes, no shit she knew what a cell looked like.
She had waited there, and had allowed several very, very nervous SHIELD staff cleaned her up of the blood.
After that? After that, Clarke had been left to crouch down on the floor, growling and waiting for someone to come and talk to her or whatever they were doing.
She had much better hearing than any human hearing.
So she heard the talking from several of the SHIELD agents, wondering who it was that they had in the cell.
Clarke grunted, snickering.
She snickered as she heard some of the staff and agents realizing that they had Clarke Griffin herself, Wanheda; the Commander of Death, in their custody.
She found the frightened gasps and words of shock so damned amusing.
So, she waited here, crouching. She occasionally felt around the space under her heart, where her romantic partner soulmates' marks were. She knew all those marks. By heart.
There were eighteen soulmate marks and eighteen names.
A red hourglass. Under the hourglass, was the name, "Natasha Romanoff," in bright red. A black star, and under the red heart shape, the name, "Wanda Maximoff." A golden, fat W. Under the W, was the name in gold, "Diana of Themyscira." The shape of an orange-gold, running big cat of some sort. Beneath that mark, was the name in that orange-gold, "Mari McCabe." Right next to a pair of dark red wings, was the name, "Pepper Potts."
A light blue dagger. Beneath that dagger, the name in blue, "Yelena Belova." A golden bird with its wings outstretched. Under that bird, in gold, was the name "Dinah Lance." A black and purple flame. Under that black and purple flame, the name "Helena Bertinelli." A silver snake in a circle. Under that mark, the name "Niylah kom Trikru." A large, silver bird that wasn't a hawk, but was big and predatory, with multiple wings. Under that mark, was the name, "Brunnhilde." A circle of gold stars. Under that mark, was the name, "Carol Danvers."
A black and white crown. Under that mark, the name, "Hela, Odinsdotter." Clarke had a lot of questions about that one. A dark green, V-shaped shield. Under that mark, the name, "Maria Hill." The blue mark of a dolphin. Under that mark, the name, "Tora Olafsdotter." A bright green sword. Under that sword, was the name "Beatriz da Costa." A dark brown spider. Under that spider, the name, "Melina Vostokoff." A black and silver cat. Under that mark, the name, "Felicia Hardy." A big, heavy, dark blue chain. Under that mark, the name "Sigrid Nansen."
Eighteen romantic partner soulmates.
Many, many more familial soulmate marks on her back. And some ally marks on her arm.
And so far, she had met only one of her familial soulmates and one of her romantic partner soulmates.
And so far, that had been enough to bring Clarke to a stop and make her obey.
If Natasha on her own had that much power over Clarke? What the hell was she going to do when she met the others?
If she met the others.
Clarke lifted her head as she heard the doors to the so-called "med bay" open up.
She watched as Fury and a few people behind him came in. Clarke's heart stopped, feeling heat all throughout her body.
She swallowed, not feeling so confident now.
There she was, right next to Fury.
Natasha Romanoff.
Clarke wanted to be snide. To sneer, to throw vicious and callous word out after vicious, callous word out. But she couldn't.
How could she? She had thought she had found her home in the Ice Nation.
But as soon as she had met Natasha? She had known that home wasn't a place, but a person.
Natasha Romanoff was home. That she had understood as soon as she had seen Natasha, had locked eyes with her.
It was yet another reason why she had stayed away from her familial soulmates in the Blue Cliff Tribe and in the Ice Nation. She hadn't ever met them. But she had stayed away when she had heard their names. The names that matched eight of the names of the familial soulmate names on her back. So she had stayed away. Not just to protect them from her, but to protect her from feeling that pull to them. Because she knew the moment she saw them, she'd be lost.
As she was now. Now that she had seen Natasha. But she was lost in a different way.
She didn't want to be so vulnerable and helplessly without words in front of Natasha. Or to look weak in front of a potential enemy, like Fury or the other Avengers that weren't Clint Barton. But she couldn't help herself, as soon as she saw Natasha.
Then her eyes fell on the woman to the left of Fury. A brown-haired woman with blue eyes.
Clarke gasped, feeling her heart stop, then start up again.
Oh, shit.
Twice in one week.
Clarke didn't know who this woman was, but she knew already that this was yet another one of her romantic partner soulmates.
Seeing her expression, Fury chuckled, "Clarke Griffin, this is agent Maria Hill."
Clarke gasped, breath coming out weakly. Her pale blonde hair that had been soaked previously in blood and gore, now clean, sticking out from the mask and around her shoulders. And even though she had insisted upon keeping her wolf mask of bone on, there was nothing obscuring her sky-blue eyes, and she was sure that both Natasha and Maria knew what was going on with her, as soon as they looked at her eyes, even if Clarke could control her breathing and how weak in the knees she was right now.
She watched as both Maria and Natasha smirked, catlike at her.
Clarke shivered, feeling heat traveling down to her groin and a fire sliding down to back and in her belly as she was unable to do anything else, except fall to her knees, especially when she saw Natasha. All it took was a look from Natasha, and Clarke went to her knees, completely at Natasha's mercy, as soon as she met Natasha's green eyes, not caring that Fury saw her do this.
She was in deep, deep trouble.
Note
Probably not the best story, but I won't deny I was very inspired after reading the stories of the writers that I mentioned in the first comments. I have new ships I like.
No flames, please.