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Takes place before "You need to promise me."
You belong to me
Natasha Romanoff looked at where Clarke Griffin was perched, seated at the edge of a big, bulky rock, her legs dangling over the edge, looking out at the ocean before them. Their newest mission had taken them to the tribe of the Floukru. The boat tribe. Or the ocean tribe, depending on who you asked.
Natasha had known, almost as soon as they arrived, that them being here would be a complication.
The way that the Floukru talked about Clarke? Lionized her for her actions at Mount Weather? She knew that that would bring up issues for Clarke.
Natasha sighed.
It didn't trouble her that Clarke had multiple romantic partner soulmates. That didn't bother her whatsoever.
She was glad that Clarke had Maria Hill, Diana Prince, Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli, Felicia Hardy, Wanda Maximoff and Mari McCabe in her life, and there for her, looking after her, and giving her all the love she needed, whenever Natasha wasn't around.
But Clarke's relationship with the tribes? That was a complication.
It meant that there were people in the tribes, who like everyone in the tribes, would look at Clarke like she was a god for killing out an entire civilization, including over hundreds of children.
Natasha had held Clarke as she cried, sobbing against Natasha's neck and breasts over the memories of killing children.
How many traumas Clarke had experienced from the killing of children that she had to commit-and how long had she suffered from it?
And yet, Luna and the rest of the tribes idolized Clarke for being Wanheda-the Commander of Death, a killer of an entire civilization.
They did the most unhealthy thing for Clarke and idolized her for it.
It was something that troubled Natasha immensely.
Luna looked at Clarke with great respect and when she got up out of the boat, about to walk over to Clarke, that was when Natasha moved.
She got away from the tree she had been leaning against, and went over to where Clarke was.
Clarke slowly turned around and looked at Natasha.
"Nat," she said, grinning.
Natasha smiled softly, and reached her right hand out, palm upturned, and Clarke understood the command.
Clarke could disobey, and Natasha wouldn't be angry, but she knew in that moment that Natasha was worried. She was only trying to get Clarke to come with her, because she was worried. She could see it in Natasha's eyes.
Clarke glanced at Luna, who had stopped in her steps, looking startled and slightly confused, then Clarke turned back to Natasha and nodded to her, reaching her left hand out, taking Natasha's hand.
The two of them walked together, side by side away from the Floukru's main boats.
"What's wrong, Nat?" Clarke asked, looking at her lover.
Natasha squeezed Clarke's hand, shaking her head. "I'll tell you later." She said.
Clarke nodded, not looking back at where Luna was.
When they reached the quinjet, they went up the platform, into the jet's depths and they sat down on the bench of the jet, waiting for the others to get into it.
Clarke and Natasha faced each other.
"Everything alright?" Clarke asked Natasha.
Natasha sighed and leaned forward, hugging Clarke to herself, burying her face in the left side of Clarke's neck, inhaling her scent as she often did. Clarke hugged her back, and Natasha could practically feel Clarke's confusion.
"Nat?" Clarke asked, worried.
Natasha wanted to say that she was worried about Clarke getting close to those she was mated to who were in the twelve tribes, because she didn't want Clarke's mental progress to be brought backwards.
But what came out instead, was what Natasha didn't want to say. But she had found herself unable to stop herself from saying it.
"You belong to me, Clarke." Natasha said, feeling aggravated at her own words.
Clarke stiffened, then to Natasha's surprise, Clarke laughed quietly against Natasha's shoulder, slowly backing away and smiling at Natasha lovingly. "Of course, I do, Nat," she said, "You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna leave you for the tribes or anything. You know that, right?"
Natasha almost laughed. She knew that. She did. And it wasn't like that. Natasha's words of possessiveness had been more about being protective than anything else, but obviously, given what the words had been, it was so, so easy to assume that Natasha was completely possessive of Clarke.
Natasha smiled. "It's not like that," she said, "I just don't want you to get…reminded of how the tribes see you. Luna might be a pacifist when she can be, but she's still part of the tribes and sees you the same way the other tribes see you."
Clarke's eyes widened.
"Oh," she said, startled, "That's what that's about? Shit. No, I know that," she nodded, "I know you're worried, Nat. But you don't need to. I'm not worried about being told that I'm admired for that. People are gonna see me how they're gonna see me. You…, Maria, Wanda, Pietro, Clint, Thor, Steve, Sam, Laura and the kids, you've all helped me a lot. Hell, Tony and Rhodey have too. You really have. I'm not worried, promise."
Natasha's eyebrows raised up, feeling warmth spread through her chest.
She knew that she Clint, Laura, the Barton kids, Maria, Steve, Sam, Thor and the rest of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates and familial soulmates in the superhero circles had helped Clarke greatly. But still, it meant a lot to hear.
It really did.
"I'm sorry," Natasha chuckled, "Saying that 'you belong to me,' probably wasn't helpful. And it wasn't a good thing to say. I meant it to be protective."
Clarke chuckled, smiling at Natasha still. "It was a fine thing to say," she said, hands rising to cup Natasha's face between them, "Nat, I DO belong to you. I DO. Whatever you meant by that statement? I DO belong to you. And Natasha?" Clarke's eyebrows narrowed, "You belong to me too. I want to protect you too. You're mine too."
Natasha smiled, nodded.
"Yes, love, I do." She said, leaning forward and her lips pressed against Clarke's.