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This story has no point at all, but just had this thought.
The final betrayal
Clarke Griffin trusted her body. The rest of the world had betrayed her. But at least her body hadn't yet.
At least, that was until she had met Natasha Romanoff.
Clarke hated human beings. She hated the world. Everything had stabbed her in the back. Betrayed her in every means of the word.
She loathed everything.
But she trusted her body. She had trained it to the point of agony. So that she made herself impossible to kill-even when she had powers and was the most powerful creature on the face of the planet.
She was stronger than all eight She-Hulk, the Hulk, Thor, Superman, Supergirl, Powergirl-both Donna and Cassie and Wonder Woman.
She could trust her body, unlike everyone and everything else.
She could only trust herself and her own body.
When everyone else had betrayed her, Clarke could at least trust herself and trust her own body.
And then, like with everything else, Natasha Romanoff.
As soon as Clarke had looked at Natasha, had met the older woman's eyes, any trust that she had in herself, was cast right away.
All of Clarke's will, all her rage, her anger, her control, or what little she had had in her life-gone, in an instant.
As soon as Clarke met Natasha's green eyes, Clarke's control slipped just like that.
Natasha…it was like as soon as Clarke saw her, she felt her ability to form coherent thoughts become absent.
Natasha had a lure to her-no, not just an "allure," but Natasha sure as hell had that too. It was like she acted as a lure to pull Clarke with her, and while Clarke knew that a good portion of it had to be the soulmate pull, she found herself unable to resist such a lure.
Natasha then had reached her hand out in offering. Trying to get her down from the tree.
And Clarke? How could she resist? She went down the tree and took Natasha's hand and had allowed her to walk her back to the quinjet.
Clarke wasn't going to say something as saccharine as saying that she loved Natasha at first sight-even though she was positive that that had been exactly what had happened.
But it was also much more complex than that, wasn't it?
She found herself unable to resist Natasha's lure. At the mercy of Natasha's every whim.
She wished she could hate it, but she didn't. She loved it.
And then there was her body's reactions to Natasha, when they were in bed together, or when they just had their most intimate moments together.
Oh, boy. Was that ever the final betrayal.