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I want you to be safe, Clarke

"I want you to be safe, Clarke," Natasha Romanoff said to her romantic partner soulmate, Clarke Griffin as she sat across from Clarke.

There was a wall of supposedly unbreakable glass between them.

Clarke stood at the front of the glass, staring out at Natasha as the redhead sat on the metal foldup chair in front of the cage.

"Why did you stick me in here, then?" Clarke sneered, "Because you wanted to keep me safe? Nope. I don't believe that bullshit."

Natasha tried not to snort.

Clarke, she knew, was having difficulty with this, because she read Natasha joining Ross as an abandonment.

She hadn't been abandoning Clarke. She just was trying to protect her. But Clarke wasn't able to see it that way.

Natasha shook her head. "Of course, it it's true. I am trying to keep you safe. But I know that the glass won't do anything. I put myself between you and the door, to protect you. I know that that glass won't hold you. But I know you'd never raise a hand to me. So, even if you break out of that cage? You won't go past me. Not if it risks hurting me."

Clarke growled, glaring knives at Natasha.

That was why the room they were in was so small. And why the door was so close to Natasha's back.

Natasha was the real barrier here.

Not the supposedly unbreakable glass-which Clarke would have broken through in seconds, not the thick steel door, which Clarke also would have broken through in seconds.

No.

Natasha Romanoff was the true barrier here.

"Right," Clarke growled, "You're doing this because you're just trying to protect me. Right."

"I am," Natasha said, sighing, "I know that's hard for you to hear. You don't want to accept this. But it's true. If you kill Stark? Sure, the Raft or any prison won't be able to hold you, but you'll be a criminal. You'll be seen as an enemy of SHIELD."

Clarke scoffed. "Oh yeah," she snarled, "That's something I'm unused to. Right. Are you forgetting, Nat? I'm Wanheda-the Commander of Death. The tribes will back me. Especially the Azgeda. And even if SHIELD will see me as an enemy, do you think anyone will fucking actually go against me? Come on."

Natasha sighed. Well, she knew that.

Clarke leaned forward, closer to the glass as she purred out, "You know that Steve is going to come and get us, anyway. Even if I can't break out of here, which you know I can, Steve will come and get us. Wonder how long your precious Tony and Ross will live when he does and when I get out of here."

Natasha's jaw tightened. And there was the problem.

Clarke in her anger, couldn't seem to separate Tony from Ross. Tony had aligned with Ross because he genuinely thought it was the right thing. Natasha had sided with the Accords, because she thought it would keep their family together.

And now, no one had won. Not really.

But Clarke had read it all as a betrayal. And she couldn't raise a hand to Natasha, so, she would take her anger out on Tony and Ross.

Ross, Natasha cared nothing for. But Tony, regardless of how frustrated with him she could get, was still family.

She hoped she could calm Clarke down before the blonde non-human could break out of the Raft, or before Steve came in.

Either way, it didn't matter how Clarke got out. Soon, she would get out, and when she did? She'd kill Tony, as well as Ross. And Natasha had to find a way of keeping that from happening.