Disclaimer: I do not own anything Marvel or DC or The 100.
Warnings in here for mentions of genocide and child abuse and violence and trauma.
Takes place a year after the rest of the stories, in no way connected to "Safe-Haven."
You love her, don't you?
"You love her, don't you?" Natasha Romanoff was unable to help but ask the famous Wonder Woman the question. But she already knew the answer.
"You would know, wouldn't you?" Diana asked, smiling across from her equally as famous companion, the Black Widow.
Natasha Romanoff, known worldwide as "Black Widow," and Diana Prince, or Princess Diana of Themyscira, known worldwide as "Wonder Woman," had arranged for a meeting. It wasn't an uncommon thing. But usually it was about business-missions that needed to be completed.
Rarely was it about their shared romantic partner soulmate, Clarke Griffin. The girl, young twenty-two-year-old woman, really, who acted like an immature little girl, often, whose life had been made into a living hell by so many people, and who had been forced to become Wanheda; the Commander of Death, by killing the Mountain Men, to defend herself, and then being worshipped for committing genocide by the people of the different tribes.
But they had known for a while that they would need to talk about her soon.
Diana knew that Natasha and Maria had talked a lot about Clarke Griffin, about how to help their shared romantic partner soulmate. Carol also.
But Diana and Natasha had never really talked that much, when it came to Clarke.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" Natasha asked, smiling wryly, "Knowing that she needs so much help, but knowing that she won't accept our help?"
Diana sighed and she nodded.
Diana admittedly had never been in this situation before. Her last romantic partner soulmate, Steve Trevor, hadn't been even remotely traumatized. Or, if he had been, he had hidden his trauma well, over the short months she had known him.
She had had various lovers over the centuries. Men and women alike. And with those that identified as non-binary. She knew that everyone had their own stories of plight.
But nothing like this.
Nothing ever even close to the type of trauma that Clarke Griffin exhibited.
Diana wanted to help her precious Clarke. But she knew that Clarke wouldn't let her help. Wouldn't let her look after her.
"She lets you look after her, doesn't she?" Diana asked Natasha.
Natasha nodded, her smile turning slightly sad.
"She does," Natasha confirmed, "However, I know that I can't be her only source of happiness and security. I want you and the rest of Clarke's mates, familial and romantic to be there for her."
Diana smiled. That certainly sounded good in theory.
"And how shall we go about telling Clarke that we want that for her?" She asked the former soviet.
Natasha sat back against the chair she was seated upon and chuckled, "There's a way, Ms. Prince," she said the title in an almost ironic fashion which Diana was sure of, "We can confront her about it and ask her to let us take care of her-not just me. Or I could ask her to let one of you in. To let one of you look after her."
Diana thought about each of those options.
On one hand, she wanted to be a part of that conversation, that would take place between Natasha and Clarke about Natasha getting Clarke to let some of her other romantic partner soulmates into her life.
She felt like she needed to be.
On the other hand, she didn't want to make Clarke feel ambushed.
If Clarke felt ambushed, she might retreat further into herself, much further into herself.
"I think maybe the second option would be better," Diana confessed, "You know how Clarke feels about 'interventions.'"
Natasha chuckled.
Yes, she did. They all did.
Clarke saw "interventions" as a way of manipulating something. In her mind, everything was about manipulation.
She still had yet to say that she didn't believe that "family" and "love," weren't forms of manipulations.
She had been incredibly vocal about feeling that way; that family and love were simply forms of manipulation, nothing more.
At least, almost a year ago, when she had been twenty-one, she said stuff like that.
Almost a year later, almost now at the age of twenty-two, she didn't any longer, but she hadn't gone against that former belief recently either.
To Clarke, at least in the previous year, actions made out of love and concern for one's loved ones, was a form of manipulation. It always was, to her.
So, Diana had to wonder how Clarke would take this information, that Natasha, the romantic partner soulmate that Clarke Griffin was closest to, wanted Clarke to open up to her other romantic partner soulmates.
"And it isn't just her romantic partner soulmates," Natasha said, "It's also Clarke's other familial soulmates."
Diana tilted her head slightly, curious.
Natasha nodded, establishing what she meant. "You know how little Clarke opens up," the Black Widow said, "She's finally told me a lot. Not everything. But a lot. But she needs a bigger support system. She needs a much wider support system. And she's not letting any of her other familial soulmates, outside of Clint, Laura, the rest of the Barton family, Steve Rogers, Thor and Sam Wilson near her emotionally. Or any of her other romantic partner soulmates besides myself, Maria Hill, Carol Danvers and a few others near her emotionally. So, I need to talk with her about this. She even still has a hard time opening up to Clint and Laura. And they're her parents. And if she comes to you, will you be there for her?"
Diana nodded. She didn't even need to think about that. She knew the answer already.
She wanted to be there for Clarke. To take care of her. She wanted to look after her mate.
Clarke regularly closed her emotions off from herself.
Due to trauma, she had plenty of reasons to do so.
However, Diana knew that Clarke couldn't remain in this state. She needed help.
"Have we considered possible therapy?" Diana asked Natasha, "Counseling?"
Natasha nodded. "I've talked to her about that," she confessed, "She reacted about as well as I think the both of us can imagine her reacting."
Diana smiled sadly. Oh, she had an idea of what Clarke would say. How distrusting she would be about any counselor or therapist.
Clarke had at one time, talked about tearing a therapist's head off his head and tossing it out a window if he tried to even come close to being a shrink, trying to analyze her.
Neither Diana nor the other one of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates who she had been talking with, Pepper Potts, had ever brought up counseling to Clarke's face ever again.
"How have Carol Danvers, Pepper Potts and Maria Hill reacted to Clarke's demons?" Diana asked, knowing that Natasha wouldn't share this with anyone, any more than Diana would.
Natasha shook her head, "Agent Hill can handle a lot. Potts can handle a lot too. Don't forget, she has to deal with Stark a lot too. Danvers takes it all in stride. She even gets amused sometimes, to her credit."
Diana absorbed this silently. Maria Hill was like Natasha in a lot of ways. She imagined that the SHIELD agent would be able to take this well. Carol Danvers: Captain Marvel, Diana suspected would take it better. Even better than Maria. Diana had met Carol. She wasn't just strong emotionally as well as physically. She was good. Innately, she was good. She understood Clarke's pain.
This was why none of this surprised Diana.
"Is there a reason why you came to me for this?" Diana asked curiously.
Natasha smirked, "I didn't just go to you with this," she pointed out, "I went to other Justice League members too. I went to McCabe, as well. And da Costa. And Olafsdotter. And Bertinelli and Lance."
Diana's eyes widened. Okay, she hadn't realized that.
Diana was unable to help but ask the question, "Have you been planning this?"
Natasha shrugged, smirking. "Are you surprised?" She asked the Amazon.
Diana thought about that. No. She was not surprised by this. She was, but she knew she wasn't that surprised. And she knew she probably shouldn't be even a tad bit surprised.
"What are you planning?" Diana asked, unable to hold back the next question.
Natasha's eyebrows lifted. "I would have thought that that was clear," she said, "Clarke is more receptive to opening up when she has multiple people there for her. It makes her feel more secure. And I think having multiple of her romantic partner soulmates holding her, with her and letting her talk, might help."
"Only talk?" Diana asked, right eyebrow raising up, a smirk beginning to form on the older woman's face.
Natasha smirked back. "Good question," she said, "And to answer you? Unless Clarke says otherwise, no. Not just to talk. Clarke can always get out of it, naturally. And she can use her safeword at any point in time. And can easily break out if she wants to, since she's stronger than all of us, but no, not just to talk."
Diana almost chuckled. Was the Black Widow really suggesting that the two of them, Captain Marvel, agent Hill, Fire, Scarlet Witch, Vixen, Fire, Ice, Icemaiden, Ms. Potts, Huntress, Black Canary and the Black Cat gangbang their shared romantic partner soulmate, Clarke Griffin?
Practically reading Diana's mind, Natasha said, voice cloaked in amusement, "You know that group sex isn't so weird for Clarke and myself. The two of us and Pepper, Wanda, Maria and Carol have had had sex together."
Diana wondered silently if Natasha meant that she and Carol had had sex alone, or if she and Maria had had sex together alone, or if it had just always been the four of them. Had Natasha had sex with Maria or Carol before meeting Clarke, or only after Natasha and Clarke had started having sex?
But that wasn't Diana's concern.
She had been raised on an island full of women. The more narrow-minded people who held misogynistic views, truly believed that an island full of women automatically meant an island of virgins. That was both ignorant and incorrect.
There were multiple couples on the island, of women together in that way.
And there had been more than two people in some relationships. There were sometimes as many as five women or even six in a relationship.
When Diana had come to adulthood, the women that her mother, Queen Hippolyta had arranged for Diana; other women on the island, she had asked not to involve themselves in Diana's life, until Diana was of age.
While the name for "child grooming," in Greek and Roman culture wasn't called that, it was still considered predatory by Hippolyta and the women of Themyscira. Hippolyta wished to make sure that her warriors didn't prey on children the way Greek and Roman men had been known to prey on young girls and young boys.
So she had not allowed the warrior women that she had said could eventually be eligible for possible partners on the island for Diana, not to be involved that deeply in her life before Diana came to adulthood.
And when Diana was an adult and allowed to pursue these women, she had had a very sexual life. And she knew that all her partners on the island of Themyscira had had sex with each other regularly even before Diana had eventually entered into a relationship with all of them.
So Diana? She didn't judge. She had been in the outside world for a long time now. And how the conservative clusters of humans thought? Was not a problem.
People in their entirety would never be homogenous. They would never be completely the same. Many were different in sexualities, and many were different in genders.
That was what made human beings beautiful. Not just their similarities. But their differences as well.
So it wouldn't have surprised Diana if Natasha had had sex with Maria or Carol before all of them and Clarke had gotten into a relationship. A thought then came to her.
"When did Ms. Danvers first come back down to Earth?" She asked Natasha.
Natasha answered, "Only a few months after I met Clarke in the Ice Nation. You mean since Carol and Fury first met?"
Diana nodded. "Yes," she answered.
Natasha answered again, "Then yes. Only a few months after I first met Clarke. In the Ice Nation."
Diana nodded. Alright. Then if Natasha had sex with one of them before she had met Clarke, then it would have only been Maria Hill. Carol hadn't come back to Earth yet.
"And if Clarke refuses us?" Diana asked, glancing at Natasha, right eyebrow lifting, "If she doesn't want us to push her?"
Natasha smiled softly, "Then we won't push. But she won't refuse us. Trust me. At least when it comes to Clarke. Soon enough, I'm sure, she'll even let Beatriz, Felicia and Mari join us. Just trust me."
Diana sighed and nodded. She didn't want to push Clarke. Didn't want Clarke to feel threatened.
However, she also knew that she could trust Natasha. At least where Clarke was concerned.
And Diana knew that Clarke, Natasha, Wanda, Carol and Maria had all had sex together. So basically a "gangbang" was not exactly out of the ordinary for Clarke. And Natasha knew Clarke better than any of her romantic partner soulmates.
Then again, Natasha Romanoff possibly knew Clarke Griffin better than any single person on the entire planet or in any dimension knew Clarke.
And Diana knew that the gods knew that Clarke certainly trusted Natasha Romanoff more than any being in this world or any world.
And if she suspected that Clarke would be receptive to the idea of all six Natasha Romanoff, Diana Prince, Beatriz da Costa, Mari McCabe and Felicia Hardy all fucking the living hell out of the half werewolf, half, whatever else Clarke was; quintessentially, not human, then Natasha probably knew best.
Unable to help it, Diana smirked at Natasha, and she felt an almost predatory sliver of satisfaction run through her, when Natasha's own smirk widened, knowing that they both in that very moment, felt the exact same predatory desire for Clarke, for their little girl.
Oh, the two of them would be able to work together when it came to Clarke, just fine.
"If you love her," Diana said, "And if you would do anything to protect her and never hurt her, then I suppose I can work with you."
Natasha nodded, "I feel the same way," and Diana could just imagine how much the redhead's smirk would make Clarke wet.