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Warnings for violence, trauma, child abandonment, brainwashing, rape fantasies. No actual sexual assault happens in this story, but just putting the rape fantasy warning there to be safe.
A beast's desire
She was a beast, she knew that.
She had always known that. Well, not always, just since she was eleven and had broken out of the skybox she had been locked up in and had been forced to feed on all of the other delinquents.
Her adoptive mother, Abby Griffin, had told her so, had told her that she was an abomination. Unwanted.
Had told her that she wasn't her daughter anymore.
Abby Griffin had cast Clarke out, and Clarke, alone, covered in the blood of her fellow prisoners, she had fled into the forest.
She needed blood to survive.
She drank blood.
She was powerful.
Had fangs and claws.
She saw the memories of people when she fed on them.
So, she knew what her victims had felt when she had drunk their blood.
All of the delinquents and council members she had killed, drained, had died with terror and horror filling them as she tore their throats out.
So, Abby hadn't needed to tell her.
Clarke knew that she was a beast. A mistake of nature.
So, when she had ended up in the Ice Nation, and she had seen some of the screens showing the news, and had seen news about the Avengers, and her heart almost skipped a beat when she saw Natasha Romanoff for the first time, Clarke wasn't surprised where her dark, twisted mind immediately went.
Natasha Romanoff was one of her romantic partner soulmates. And Clarke could feel her heart desperately almost bursting out of her chest just at seeing Natasha.
Clarke had swallowed and had watched Natasha desperately as she moved across the screen.
She had seen videos of some of her other romantic partner soulmates. Videos of Wonder Woman, Vixen, Black Canary, Huntress. Everyone knew who they were.
Diana Prince, Mari Jiwe McCabe, Dinah Lance and Helena Bertinelli.
Clarke hadn't felt that way as soon as she had seen the videos, the way she did the moment she saw that video of Natasha Romanoff.
All of them were Clarke's romantic partner soulmates.
But Clarke had only felt a hungry type of desire, an unbearable desire for Natasha.
Only Natasha.
The soulmate connection didn't work, unless the two soulmates met each other's gazes and the connection clicked into place.
If one of the soulmates was blind, their advanced senses like hearing each other's voices, were used as the connecting link instead.
Clarke had discovered that with some blind Azgeda warriors, who heard their soulmates' voices and that would be it.
But Clarke hadn't met Natasha's eyes, not in real life, just was staring at all of the different clips of Natasha on the screen.
But just seeing her on TV? That was enough for her.
Though there was no strong connection yet, there was certainly desire. Hunger. Lust. Boundless need.
Clarke growled, looking around at the warriors fighting outside of the library, and those reading along the edges of the halls of the library.
They hadn't noticed her change in attention.
She got up and walked out of the room.
The eighteen-year-old abomination by the name of Clarke Griffin, had learned what she could get away with here in the Ice Nation.
She could get away with a lot.
She knew as long as the Ice Nation was unaware, she could leave, fly across what used to be called Canada to what used to be called the United States, grab Natasha, kill anyone that got in her way and take Natasha with her back to the Ice Nation.
Clarke planned as she went out to the main training area where a bunch of Azgedians wrestled, stabbed at each other and fired arrows at targets.
She turned to look in the direction of the boats. Towards the sea. She liked to look out at the sea. Besides, she could go down the length of the shoreline, to where she would fly across to North America and grab Natasha and drag her back here to Canada.
Clarke now had a feral grin on her face.
She was a beast and always would be a beast.
So, why not just take what she wanted?
She knew Natasha would never accept her.
None of her soulmates would ever accept her.
But Clarke herself?
She couldn't stand the idea of being without…without that goddess, that siren in her life in some way.
She wanted Natasha. Wanted her.
That was why when the Azgedians were resting tonight, Clarke would fly across the landscape to where Natasha was and steal Natasha Romanoff and carry her back here to Ice Nation territory.
Claim her.
As for the other Avengers? Hah, Clarke would take care of them.
The complication was that one of the other Avengers that wasn't Natasha, was also Clarke's soulmate, her familial soulmate.
Clint Barton-Hawkeye, he was Clarke's familial soulmate. She wasn't sure what he was supposed to be to her-father, older brother or something.
She had no idea. And she didn't care.
Clint, nor any of the other Avengers, would not get in her way. If they did? Well, she'd just have to have fun breaking a few of their bones.
She wouldn't kill them if they got in her way, but she would hurt them.
Besides, she heard the rumors. Natasha was close with Barton. Killing him would probably destroy her.
Clarke wouldn't do that.
She'd just chain him up or break his legs or something.
She had to plan.
At night, she'd break into the Avengers base, destroy all of Stark's technology and all of SHIELD tech with it, rip through the walls, grab Natasha and drag her back.
Night arrived sooner rather than later.
And it was then that Clarke had doubts.
She reached the edge of the Ice Nation, where the boats were docked.
And she thought about all those thoughts she had had over and over again.
She could steal Natasha, drag her back, chain her to the bed and keep her here in the Azgeda's kingdom against her will always.
Clarke's desire remained, but so did the doubts.
Yes, she could abduct Natasha anytime.
But Natasha…what did she want?
Clarke stared at the rocking wooden boats in the frothing, dark oceans at the edge of the landscape.
She pulled out one of the devices that the Azgeda had-it wasn't a phone, but it was a type of Internet searching device-sort of like a computer or an iPad, but not shaped in that way.
She looked up the videos of Natasha Romanoff on the device.
As soon as she saw a video of Natasha Romanoff, fighting off Loki's fellow threats, the aliens he had let through, the Chitauri, her resolve shattered.
She couldn't. She couldn't make Natasha be her slave. She couldn't. Someone who was so precious, so good, so noble, so strong, despite everything that had happened to her-she couldn't.
She just couldn't.
She had heard the stories.
Natasha Romanoff's entire story hadn't been broadcasted, but there were rumors.
And it wasn't hard to draw conclusions.
HYDRA had its hooks in a lot of organizations. And Russia was one of the countries where HYDRA'S organizations were located.
It was easy to assume where Natasha got her assassin and spy training.
Clarke had heard the stories.
HYDRA was poison.
It tortured thousands-no, millions of those that it had in its power.
Which meant that the moment Natasha Romanoff had been in HYDRA'S clutches, she would have been trained mercilessly and tortured, from childhood, into being the dangerous woman she was today.
And yet, somehow? Somehow, Natasha Romanoff was so good. So fucking good. Just so noble and had such a big heart.
Doing so much good. Risking her life for so many.
How could someone like that exist? Someone whose entire life had been made hell for years and years, and she had chosen to help people, to be a hero?
Clarke huffed, staring at that beautiful face-that gorgeous face, and those beautiful emerald eyes as Natasha watched the many Chitauri warriors fly through the air of New York City.
Clarke sighed, closing her blue eyes.
All those filthy thoughts she had had for hours-still had them, of chaining Natasha to the bed, trying to get the older woman to accept her, desperate for the Black Widow to hold her, to stroke her hair as Clarke devoured Natasha's cunt, calling Clarke a "good girl."
Clarke knuckled down her desire. She had to.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't steal Natasha, someone as amazing as that from her friends, from Barton, who clearly cared about her.
Clarke gave one last look of longing at Natasha in the video and switched the screen off, and moved away from the border between Ice Nation land and the next tribal land over, and went back to the main kingdom, flying to increase speed as she did so.
She could not go near Natasha, when she had literally thought of raping Natasha. She would make sure Natasha was safe from her. By not being in Natasha's life.