Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100

Warnings for trauma and genocide

Will intentionally be left with an ambiguous ending.

(The Barton family doesn't get snapped away.)

(But Steve and Bruce do)

Not yet broken

It had been five years since Thanos had come and had destroyed everything.

Those that remained, after Thanos had been hunted down and decapitated? Tried to make a life for themselves. Tried to move on.

It was hard though. For everyone.

For Clint Barton, he was just relieved that his wife and all his children were safe. And that Natasha and Clarke and the rest of the Avengers team was safe.

That was all that mattered to him.

After half the population in town where the Barton family lived, disappeared and they learned that it had been worldwide, Laura had instantly contacted the rest of the Avengers, terrified for Natasha, Clarke, Wanda and Maria's safety.

All four of them were safe. They hadn't been affected by the snap that Thanos had caused.

Well, almost all of them. Bucky, T'Challa, Sam, Bruce, Steve and Fury were all snapped away. And so had almost all of the Guardians of the Galaxy, save for Rocket and Nebula.

And half of the population of the world and likely the many galaxies out there? There were so many deaths.

And the infinity stones were destroyed.

The Avengers, the Justice League-which had been sliced in half, half of the Justice League having been killed in the process of the snap, tried to move on. Tried to.

But trauma was a sticky, painful thing that dragged many down.

Five years later, many still hadn't healed yet, and may never heal.

In one of the houses on the Barton property, the house where Clint and Laura Baton had ordered built for Natasha and her mates; Clarke, Wanda and Maria to stay in, if they wanted, Natasha was seated on the couch, feeling numb, which had become more and more common as time went on.

Just a reminder of everything that they had failed in doing. Half the Earth's population was gone.

Fury was gone. Steve was gone. Sam was gone. Bruce was gone. Vision was gone. Natasha hadn't known T'Challa or Bucky long, but they were gone too, and she and the rest of the Avengers and the Justice League had failed everyone.

It was far worse, too.

Natasha, after Thanos had snapped everyone, the first thing she had done, after making sure all three Clarke, Maria and Wanda were safe and still in this world, had been to contact Clint Barton and his family and see if they were all accounted for.

They were. If nothing else, Natasha supposed that that was a mercy. All of the Barton family were safe. None of them were snapped away.

As soon as she had? She had gone looking for her first family. Yelena, Melina and Alexei.

A portion of the Widows who Natasha, Clarke and Yelena had rescued from Dreykov, and had survived the snap, had told her what had happened.

Melina and Alexei were spared.

Yelena was not.

Natasha had never not felt a core of numbness inside her, ever since she had learned that Yelena, her baby sister, was snapped away.

She had failed as a sister. She had failed Yelena.

Knowing that, was enough to destroy Natasha.

She remained where she was, feeling the numbness of what she had failed at doing, seep into her.

Or she would, if Clarke hadn't stepped into the room, noticed Natasha staring numbly into space and quickly hissed for Wanda and Maria to come over.

The three of them went to the sofa, fast and kneeled down next to it, their movements catching Natasha's eye and forcing her to break out of her daze.

"Nat," Clarke whispered, cupping Natasha's face between her hands, and Wanda stroked her hair and Maria cradled her back carefully, "Talk to us. What happened?"

Natasha looked to her lovers, snapping out of it and realized the situation she was in. She took a breath and tried to compose herself.

She said quickly, "I just got distracted. That's all."

The looks that she got in return for that lie, told her everything. None of her three lovers; Clarke, Wanda, Maria, were going to buy any of that poor excuse for an explanation.

Natasha resigned herself to telling them. She cast her eyes down at the floor as she began quietly, "The snap. Yelena…my sister."

She felt the expressions of realization cross each of her lovers' faces.

Clint and Laura, for a long time, had been the only ones to know about Yelena. When Natasha finally told her three lovers about Yelena, it had been only after the Avengers split over the Accords and those that had taken Steve's side, had gone into hiding. Natasha had figured, it was as good a time to tell them as any.

"Oh, Nat," Clarke whispered, and Natasha heard the heartbreak in the younger woman's voice.

"Nat, no….," Wanda said quietly, feeling tears threaten to fall from the corners of her eyes.

"It wasn't your fault, Nat," Clarke insisted, "None of what happened was your fault."

Natasha almost thought of trying to be snide, ask Clarke how she knew that that was what she was thinking. But she knew better than to say anything like that. She was positive that all three of her lovers knew her well enough by now to know why she was feeling like this. So, there was no point in trying to hide it from them.

But instead, she closed her eyes and leaned into Clarke, pressing her forehead against Clarke's and Clarke hugged her tightly, Wanda and Maria coming forward and hugging Natasha tightly too.

"It'll be okay," Clarke said to Natasha, and Natasha could hear it in her youngest lover's voice; Clarke didn't even believe her own reassurance, but she needed to say that it was going to be alright, if only for Natasha's sake, "It'll be okay."

Natasha pushed back her tears. She wanted to believe what Clarke said. She truly did.

And in her three lovers' arms, breathing in their smell, feeling safe between them, she could almost believe it.