Everything is going to be alright

Part two

Her captors, her loves

Clarke Griffin was unconscious when Natasha had finally finished ravaging her. Natasha's mouth and fingers were covered with her little girl's cum. And when Carol Danvers and Yelena Belova, two more of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates came into the room, she nodded to Clarke and both Carol and Yelena understood. They leaned down and picked Clarke up, carrying her out of the room as Natasha stood up and licked the cum away hungrily, following them out.

They had what they wanted. Clarke. Their Clarke. Only their Clarke. Who belonged to them. She belonged only to them.

They would take her back home. To her adoptive family and her familial soulmates, the Barton family. She would be safe there.

Carol turned to Natasha as she and Yelena carried Clarke close to the door.

Carol said, "You know she's never going to forgive us for this, right?"

Natasha nodded. "I know that that's a likely possibility," she confessed, "But this is for her. We need to keep her safe."

Carol didn't answer, but she agreed wholly. Clarke meant everything to them. Everything. She was everything to them.

She was worth all the death and all the murders they had committed.

Carol, Natasha, Yelena, the rest of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates, her familial soulmates and allies and friends would dispose of all those that had hurt Clarke.

The others who had hurt Clarke, the Azgeda guards, the Trikru guards, the Ark people; they all got what they deserved and John Murphy, Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Nathan Miller, Raven Reyes, Markus Kane, Octavia Blake and Bellamy Blake were all going to get what they deserved too.

And the rest? Carol, Natasha, Yelena and the others dealt with them, by killing Titus and Gustus.

By doing so? The commander, Lexa, would think that the Ark camp had attacked. And she would charge the Ark camp.

Lexa and her warriors were planning before, to attack the Ice Nation for not submitting to the current commander's rule. And Clarke lived with the Ice Nation for years.

For Clarke, Clarke's mates had used the tactics of the Ark people, to make it look like they had attacked Polis.

And because of that? Lexa now would be distracted. She would focus all her efforts on wiping out the Ark people. Not the Ice Nation.

There were people she cared about dead now. The Ice Nation would be safe. And the Ark people would be wiped out.

That was three birds with one stone.

Even if Clarke didn't want that.

Carol placed her head on top of Clarke's head. She glanced down along Clarke's body, seeing Yelena securing Clarke's pants, which Natasha had pulled down during making love to Clarke.

"Natasha," Yelena said, leaning forward and kissing Clarke's left hand, "Did you have to force her?"

Natasha said quietly, staring at Clarke with great longing, "I needed her. I still need her. We all do."

Yelena would have made a snorting remark, but knew that Natasha was right. They all needed her. If Yelena had been in Natasha's place, she doubted that she would have been able to stop herself from going to her knees and feasting on Clarke's pussy just like Natasha had done.

They each longed to make love to Clarke, endlessly, desperately. They would never hurt her. But she was so adverse to hurting anyone, because she had come to believe in the Avengers' and the Justice League's version of morality.

But Yelena knew that Natasha and Carol had left those morals behind a long time ago. As had Clint Barton and his family.

The moment the government and the tribes had asked them to control Clarke and the rest of Captain America's group after the Avengers' split apart, during the Accords, they had signed their own deaths. Natasha, Clint, Carol, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff and Clarke's dear friend, Wells Jaha, had all left the tribes and the government behind.

Tony, T'Challa, Vision and Rhodey had joined them soon afterwards.

But for them to be safe, for Clarke to be safe, they had to make a few…adjustments. A few arrangements made so that no one would threaten them ever again, or threaten Clarke ever again.

That was why, when Natasha, Carol and Yelena had killed Gustus and Titus, they had left bloody symbols of the Ark's camp behind. Let the Trikru think that the Ark people had done this. And they had attacked another group in the Trikru tribe, using bloody Trishana symbols. Let the Trikru attack the Trishana and let the Trishana attack the Trikru in self-defense.

The Trikru and the Trishana would be at war soon and the Ark people and the commander would be at war soon, and they would be paying attention to anything else that wasn't Clarke.

Carol, Yelena and Natasha all shared a smirk, satisfied by this development.

They headed down the road, and reached the Avengers' jet. Steve Rogers had broken into the base and had hijacked the jet.

Now they had a way of getting away fast. Storm; Ororo Munroe, one of Clarke's familial soulmates; her mother, was summoning the winds and clouds and darkening the sky, making it increasingly difficult for anyone to see anything. No one would know that they had been here.

They climbed up the jet's platform, into the jet, getting her away from Polis.

The tribespeople had fucked up. They had had their chance with Clarke. And they had destroyed her.

Clarke's mates were doing this for her. And were going to protect her from those that had hurt her.

Even if she claimed that she didn't want them to do so.

They got up into the jet and the jet's platform closed up tightly. They placed Clarke down onto a small cot against the wall inside the jet, pulling a blanket over her. Overhead, Storm was flying, clouding the skies and keeping the occupants in the jet from being seen.

Natasha went to the controls of the jet and started the engine up, and lifted the jet up off the ground, into the air and took off.

The jet flew out, away from Polis.

They wouldn't be found out. And the Trikru would blame the Trishana and the Ark people. The Trishana and Ark people would fight back and there would be a war. But who cared?

They flew off with their beloved. They would take her to the Barton family's new safe place. Them, Clarke, the rest of Clarke's familial soulmates and the rest of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates, her family, her friends, her allies, they'd be safe. No one would hurt them now.

Clarke had gotten her hands on all of the infinity stones, and had kept them safe. All save for the mind stone that was on Vision.

Which meant that they were protected. Clint had learned where most of the other infinity stones were. Even though Clarke hadn't realized that Clint was working with those that were committing the murders.

For the past almost four years, Carol, Yelena and Natasha and the rest of Clarke's loved ones had gotten rid of the people that had hurt Clarke ever. It didn't matter how recent or how long ago the harm had been done to their Clarke.

Now, there would be wars. Lexa would be on the warpath, fighting the wrong people, killing the wrong people, but the people she'd be killing would only be people that had hurt Clarke. Which was why they deserved to be wiped out.

And Lexa would be killing the wrong people to avenge Titus and Gustus. That made this even better.

Clarke's mates had all ended the threat. They knew that Clarke wouldn't approve. In fact, she would be disturbed and disgusted.

But that was okay. They would be there for her. And slowly, gently help her adjust.

They would help her come to terms with what they had done for her.