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Warnings for childhood trauma, child abandonment, gore and trust issues
Only if you want us to
Clarke hadn't wanted to think about it too much, that she was the romantic partner soulmate of so many women. Superheroes.
Wonder Woman, not one but three Black Widows, Supergirl, She-Hulk, Black Cat, Vixen, Scarlet Witch, Black Canary, Huntress, Elektra, Jessica Jones, Warhawk; Holly Granger and Dove; Dawn Granger, Captain Carter, Captain Marvel, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Hawkgirl, to name many others?
Clarke had always known she was to have many romantic partner soulmates, as well as many familial soulmates.
But to find out that they were all superheroes in some way or another? Well, not all of them, because there was Hela.
There was also the Grounder, a Trikru woman, Niylah.
But still? It was a shock to her.
This was why when she finally met all of them in person? She had avoided them, afraid of what they'd say.
Afraid of hearing the disgust in their voices, or on their faces. Afraid of how they would react, knowing that she was a mass murderer.
Knowing that she had killed every last person, including the children, in the base of Mount Weather.
She was young when she had done this, barely even fourteen years old, and she was terrified into doing it when she realized that she and the rest of the Ark people would have their bone marrow harvested if she didn't do it, but still, it left a mental scar on her that she now knew would never heal.
Then there was what she had done before that; breaking out of the skybox and killing several other teenagers because she was starved of blood.
Even if her mates could look past all she had done?
Why would they want someone so broken?
She knew it was cruel, but when her mates would try to speak to her, she would avoid them, fast.
She hated that she was hurting them. But she wanted to protect them.
And she knew the only way to protect them was by keeping them at bay from her.
She hated the looks on their faces when she would watch her rejecting them.
But she kept telling herself that she had to.
Unfortunately, she didn't account for her own stupidity.
Clarke wasn't a moron, and she knew this. But even she made stupid moves.
She'd like to think on the scale of complete stupidity to pure genius, she was much closer to the "pure genius" than "complete stupidity." She knew what complete stupidity looked like.
All you had to do was look at some of the delinquents she had killed when she'd broken out of the skybox, if you wanted to see the definition of that.
Some of these delinquents, Octavia Blake and her older brother, a guard named Bellamy Blake, Jasper Jordan, Raven Reyes, John Murphy, Nathan Miller, Miles Shaw, Dax Summer, Atom Worth, all of them were absolute morons. Or, used to be.
Bellamy especially, his stupidity was more out of him being a piece of trash than anything else, but Clarke wouldn't deny that him? She had actually enjoyed killing.
Bellamy and his sister, Octavia? Clarke had to wonder if there was some inbreeding there in the family of those two. It sure would explain a few things about the two of them.
But still? Even Clarke made stupid decisions.
And it was one of these stupid decisions, that led her to getting badly injured.
She admitted that it served her right for taking on all three Brainiac, Doctor Doom and Mr. Sinister at the exact same time.
Now, to her credit, she succeeded.
Doctor Doom lay bleeding on the ground, dead, blood leaking out from his cloth and armor.
Mr. Sinister's head was separated from his body and laying but a few feet from that body.
And given that it was Brainiac, it was hard to tell if he really was gone, but Clarke had demolished his body and the mainframe he was using, so, he lay in metal and cyber pieces on the ground, the mainframe he had used, destroyed after Clarke put her fist through it.
That didn't change that Clarke was severely injured after that.
Clarke sat up on her rear on the ground next to the three destroyed supervillains, panting, trying to get some of her breath back.
She had several injuries, injuries she knew would heal up quickly, but right now, it was going to take a while.
Clarke exhaled slowly, then stiffened up when she smelled several familiar scents coming her way.
Uh-oh.
Clarke recognized the scents. The scents of all of her romantic partner soulmates and the scents of several of her familial soulmates.
Clarke cursed quietly.
Exactly what she didn't want to happen, was about to happen.
Her mates would find her like this, and they would freak out.
Clarke didn't want them to be upset, but it now was inevitable that they'd find her.
As a huge portion of the Justice League, the Avengers and several of the Defenders arrived, Clarke prepared for the freakout.
Clarke avoided her mates' gaze, trying to stare only at the decapitated head of Mr. Sinister.
Sinister surprisingly, was the most difficult to kill. She would have thought Brainiac would have taken the cake in that. But no, it was Sinister.
After several seconds of silence, and Clarke could feel her mates' eyes on her, at last, Diana spoke.
"Oh, Hera's grace…Clarke," the Amazon princess exclaimed.
Clarke winced, again, ready to be yelled at.
But it never happened.
She heard Jessica and Dinah cursing.
But nothing else than that.
Holly cursed quietly, as well, then Clarke gasped, feeling arms around her, gently lifting her up off of the ground.
Clarke was being carefully carried away from where the three bodies lay and was taken back to one of the bases. Since Clarke was the most familiar with the Stark Tower, her mates took her there, instead of the Avengers' base, the Justice League's base or anywhere else.
When they got to the tower, they placed Clarke onto the softest couch there was, getting a grumble from Clarke that they should put some cloth on the couch to keep her from bleeding on it, but they ignored her.
"No, honey," She-Hulk said, the first word of endearment that her mates had ever said to her, "None of us care about that. And you know Stark can replace it."
Clarke's mates had never been able to call her any endearing pet name, because Clarke would always avoid them before they could.
Clearly, Clarke being injured like this, was giving them the chance to speak to her in the way that they wanted to.
Pepper Potts and Niylah came in through one of the doorways, having run there, as soon as she heard that Clarke was injured and in one of the lower rooms of the tower.
Niylah was given a place in the tower, soon after Clarke's other mates learned the lengths that Niylah was willing to go through to protect Clarke.
Pepper and Niylah's eyes widened and Clarke almost whimpered at the sight of tears in Pepper's eyes and the anger on Niylah's face, as the orange-haired woman and blonde-haired woman raced over to where Clarke lay.
"Clarke, sweetie," Pepper whispered, and she and Niylah kneeled down next to their soulmate, the two of them, Jennifer, Dinah, Helena, Maria, Yelena, Melina and Shayera flanking one side of the couch where Clarke lay.
Dawn, Holly, Carol, Natasha, Wanda, Felicia, Mari, Sif and Elektra flanked the other side of the couch.
At the foot of the couch, looking Clarke over, were Starfire, Jessica, Diana, Artemis, Anastasia Kraven, Peggy, Kara, Rose Wilson, Hela, Brunnhilde and Sylvie.
Clarke couldn't avoid their eyes any longer. Clarke stared back at them as they watched her.
She couldn't help but ask her question, "Where are the boys?"
Natasha forced out a chuckle, but that chuckle couldn't distract Clarke from how hard her face and emerald eyes looked.
The redhead answered, "We sent them away after we found you. Tony, Steve, Thor, Bruce and Pietro were all worried, but we told them to leave. It took a lot to get Clint to do the same, but we promised him that we'd look after you."
Clarke sighed. She supposed that made sense. Clint was one of the Avengers that was her familial soulmates. He and his wife, Laura, and all of their children, in fact, were her familial soulmates.
She knew that it would affect Clint badly, to know she was hurt this badly.
She hoped that Laura and Laura and Clint's children weren't freaking out right now.
Diana said, "Batman and Kal-El wanted to be here, but we sent them away, as well."
Clarke nodded.
"You did a really stupid thing," Jessica said, her voice obvious in how much she was containing her frustration.
"Yeah, figured that one out," Clarke grumbled, "But thank you, narrator."
Clarke heard several scoffs, as she looked away.
Dawn said quietly, "We heard from your three mothers in the X-Men, Rogue, Storm and Jean."
Clarke's eyes widened.
Three of Clarke's familial soulmates, three mutant women, who were more or less her mothers; Rogue, Storm and Jean, always tried to get Clarke to stay with them, but Clarke, for the same reason she avoided her romantic partner soulmates, refused.
"They're worried about you," Carol said, "You should contact them."
"Them and the Fantastic Four," Yelena said, and Clarke felt the other blonde's glare, "They'd want to know you're okay. And that Doctor Doom's dead."
Clarke knew that it was more for the reason that the Fantastic Four would want to know that Clarke was okay, more than anything else.
Clarke had a lot of familial and romantic partner soulmates.
But a lot of people that had come to care about her, much to Clarke's disbelief, were there for her, just because she'd spent time around them and had bonded with them.
Four of these people, were the Fantastic Four.
When Clarke was sixteen years old, after spending two years in the woods, avoiding all of humanity, desperate to stay away from them after what she did in Mount Weather, too traumatized by her mother's rejection of her, by the Ark peoples' rejection of her, by the deaths she had caused after getting out of her skybox, after killing all those people in Mount Weather, and avoiding the many tribes on the ground, who intended to use her, to use Wanheda, the Commander of Death, as Clarke was called after the mountain, she had stayed in caves and far from humans.
But one day, an enemy fleeing the Fantastic Four, had stumbled across her and she had torn his throat out, smelling the blood of children on him.
And after she had torn his throat out, that was when the Fantastic Four, who had followed him, came across her.
The Fantastic Four had taken her in and treated her life family. Clarke had watched them cautiously for a long time, more than sure that they meant to use her the same way as the Mountain Men had and as many of the tribes would happily have.
But she inexplicably had come to trust them all.
But still, she avoided being around others that she knew she felt for.
Clarke said quietly, "All of you must love this, me being here and not being able to avoid any of you."
"Actually, no, we don't," Peggy said, and Clarke heard the frustration in the Captain's voice, "We hate seeing you like this. Please, just talk to us."
Clarke wasn't sure if she could look at Peggy, look at the brown eyes of Captain Carter.
Peggy and Steve both had gotten the super soldier serum. As Captain America and Captain Carter, they were to be symbols of unity; America and Britain standing shoulder to shoulder against the Nazis. And the two of them had gotten frozen together in ice.
They both were also found together by SHIELD.
The only difference between them, besides their sex, their nationality and that Peggy was more disciplined than Steve, was that Peggy Carter was one of Clarke Griffin's romantic partner soulmates and Steve Rogers was Tony Stark's romantic partner soulmate.
Clarke at last, forced herself to look at her soulmates.
She asked, voice slightly weak, but not because of her physical injuries, "Are you angry at me?"
Kara's expression was of great sadness as she reached her right hand out and stopped it just when it was about to reach Clarke's left cheek, and she saw Clarke tensing up.
She smiled sadly as she asked, "I'm sorry, do you not want any of us to touch you?"
Clarke breathed out quietly, "It's alright, you can touch my cheek."
Kara looked relieved as she lowered her hand on Clarke's cheek, stroking it gently.
"We should be angry," Kara said, "We should be so angry with you. Facing three people that powerful like that on you own?"
"Well, what are you going to do?" Clarke asked, glaring away from Kara, "Punish me for it?"
Clarke felt the hand still and heard the room go quiet.
She glanced at her mates, suddenly worried.
Then Elektra spoke, a smirk on her face as she said, "Only if you want us to."
Clarke's eyes widened, when she saw the many smirks her mates had.
Dammit, she walked right into that one, hadn't she?
Why did she always bite off more than she could chew?
"Certainly, we wouldn't do that now," Diana said, a slight smirk on her formerly troubled face, "Not until you're entirely healed, sweet girl. But when you recover completely, then we will. If that's what you want."
Clarke swallowed as she squirmed slightly on the couch.
If what she was getting at was right? Then that meant that when she healed completely and if she gave her consent? Then she would be in for a very long night or more.
Clarke had figured that the three Black Widows, Wonder Woman, Felicia, Elektra and Hela probably were all into some kinky stuff.
Still, having that prospect there, made a shiver run down her back.
But she was almost positive that the shiver wasn't entirely from fear.
"Clarke," Wanda said, and Clarke's heart almost broke at the younger Maximoff twin's somber tone, "We want you to be safe and happy. I know you have a hard time trusting people. We all know you do. But we won't leave you. We won't hurt you."
Clarke again tried to ignore what she was being told.
She'd heard that one before.
From her adoptive mother, Abby. Then again, in Abby's defense, Clarke's adoptive father, Jake Griffin, had found Clarke on the ground when she was a baby, and Clarke was probably an experiment of some sort, and he and Abby adopted her. Abby probably never wanted Clarke. But it still hurt.
Clarke had heard this from the Mountain Men, from a lot of members of the tribespeople.
People were not to be trusted, that was what she'd found.
Still, something in Wanda's voice made her look at her mates again.
Kara moved her hand away from Clarke's face when she saw how distrusting Clarke still looked.
Clarke decided the best thing she could do, was tell the truth. She said, "I want to trust all of you."
"You can," Pepper said, looking at Clarke softly, "We all love you."
Clarke wished she didn't believe Pepper, but damn her for being a fool, she did believe the other woman.
Clarke knew that she couldn't keep going on like this. Avoiding the people that cared about her. She knew that it wouldn't change anything.
Clarke carefully spoke, "If I consent after I heal up, what exactly would that mean?"
Clarke had a few ideas, sure. She wasn't a complete novice when it came to sex.
She'd met a few of the Ark people had had gotten into a sexual relationship with a boy a year older than her, named Finn Collins.
Not to mention with a few women and men from the Azgeda tribe.
But she knew that she probably couldn't even begin to have an idea of the types of kinky shit that her mates were probably into.
But she was an adult now. Twenty-four years old, and more than capable of giving her consent, or not. And her romantic partner soulmates all knew this.
So, she needed to hear it out loud.
She heard some chuckles from her mates, then Artemis leaned forward, her right muscled hand reaching out and cupping Clarke's chin as she forced Clarke to look at her right in the eyes, speaking in a steely tone, "We'll protect you. Love you. Take care of you. We'll punish you. Pleasure you. Overstimulate you. Break you."
Clarke couldn't help but shiver again, this time, she knew that there was definitely a healthy amount of fear, as well as excitement there.
Artemis finally released her hold on Clarke's chin, and stepped back.
Then Niylah finished the words for Artemis, "But only if you want us to."
Clarke felt heat move to between her legs. She already knew what her choice was going to be, when she healed up completely.
She had always had a habit of biting off more than she could chew.
And she was about to, again.