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"Who s-should I say is asking to be sent up?"

"Erm...Number One?"

The lady behind the desk nods, eyes wide as she takes in Freya Mercury's famous figure.

"Got it. Y-yes, Miss Potts. There's a woman at the front desk, erm, number one?"

Freya smiles as a distinctly excited male voice calls to let her up.

The lady at the front desk smiles.

"Just step inside the elevator behind me and press the button for the top floor. Here is your permission to pass card: swipe it across the numbering panel in order to start the ride upwards."

"Thank you so much."

The singer hurriedly walks away in order not to be seen by any of the press.

"Wait! Before you go!"

Freya turns around, shuffling from foot to foot and praying no reporters are nearby.

"Yes?"

"Could I have an autograph for my gran, she's a huge fan?"

Chuckling, the blonde laughs.

"Of course, you can."

I hope this brings a smile to your face

-F.Z. B-M

"Thank you so much, Miss Mercury."

"No problem. Do me a solid and make sure the press doesn't attack me on the way out?"

"Sure thing."

"Mr. Stark, sir," Pepper Potts calls out.

Tony gets off of Steve's lap, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed.

"We'll finish this later," Steve mumbles- almost threateningly.

Pepper walks into the room.

"Sir, I think you may want to invite the others to the main room. Apparently a young woman named number one is asking for clearance to come upstairs."

Steve jumps up and Tony smirks, going to call his other mates.

"Let her up!" Steve beams, hoping Freya is here to accept the rest of her bonds.

Pepper smirks.

"You've got it, captain."

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Standing in the Avenger Tower's private elevator, Freya is both smiley and shakey.

She's going to accept her bonds.

Admittedly, her whole life, she'd had a fantasy about one day being 'good enough' for her soulmates.

She started a band at seventeen, rose to fame at nineteen, and became the lead singer of the most famous band worldwide before the age of twenty-three.

Even after all of that, Freya still felt empty and worthless.

Her soulmate, the person who was supposed to love her most, had rejected her.

How could she ever be good enough?

As the elevator doors slide open with a 'ding', Freya looks into the eyes of her soulmates.

The people who will teach her that she is more than enough.

"Hi," she whispers, stepping out of the elevator. "I know I, um, owe you guys all an apology for running away and only accepting two of you...Also, for, you know, being slightly rude when you traveled to England...I've come to set things right and hopefully get to know you and be..."

"Accepted?" Tony asks.

Freya cowers back a bit at the heavy word.

"Y-yes."

Smiling, Wanda rushes up and gives her mate a tight squeeze.

"We all accepted you long before we met you, honey."

At that, Freya clears her throat and blinks away threatening tears.

"So...How are we going to do this?"

"How about a system?" Shuri suggests. "All of us Avengers get five minutes with you. We ask you one question and in return answer one."

The Avengers all grunt their agreement.

"Who's going first?"

"C-can I?" A small voice mumbles from the farthest place across the room.

"Of course, you can."

Thirteen of Freya's soulmates get up and leave- not without a second glance towards their newest addition, however.

"S-sit down," the adorable brown-haired guy stutters.

Freya smiles while sitting down.

At least she's not the only nervous one.

"I'm Parker Pete-Sorry! Pete Park-PETER PARKER's the name, ma'am."

"I'm Freyalindaly Zahid Bulsanya-Mercury. You can call me Freya though-Freyalindaly sounds like my mom had a stroke while naming me."

Peter laughs.

"Do you want to start with your question, or should I?"

"By all means, you can go first."

"A-alright. Are you a part of any fandoms?"

Freya thinks for a while, accidentally nudging her foot toward Peter's.

Peter inches his foot closer until they're touching.

"I am. I like Harry Potter, secretly love Twilight and absolutely adore Star Wars, Star Trek, and F.R.I.E.N.D.S."

Peter lights up at the mention of Star Wars.

"That's so amazing! I've been, erm, building Star Wars spacecraft lego since I was a kid and erm,  I kinda never stopped."

Freya smiles.

"So...I suppose my question to you is...What do you enjoy doing most?"

"I like building things, swinging with my webs, mathematics, and erm, hanging out with my soulmates."

"Hi, I'm Wanda!"

"I'm Freya, it's nice to finally meet you."

"My question is: how do you feel about women...romantically?"

"I've always identified as Bisexual- even as a teenager. As long as your happy, I'm happy."

Wanda smiles.

"Erm, I wanted to ask what life here is like. I'm always traveling, but I think I'd consider moving my main location to the U.S. if my soulmates wanted me to. I know you came from Sokovia originally, so I thought I'd ask someone who knows what it is to move to a foreign country."

"It's fulfilling, my dear."

Wanda grabs Freya's hand.

"Sovakia was nice, and it is where I grew up, but it wasn't home. Home is the people you love- and I love my soulmates very much. They are home, and soon I hope you'll learn to call us home too."

"Yo, Mercury, it's nice to see you came to your senses."

"Tony, good to see you too."

The billionaire sits down, crossing his legs together before smirking.

"So, how long until you think you'll be ready for physical intimacy?"

Freya blushes, surprised and unsurprised at his direct question.

"Erm, I mean...I think it will take longer with the guys. I've been hurt by men in the past, so... females might be easier to, um, become closer with. Two or three months? I don't know."

This time, Tony really doe surprise the singer, as his eyes seem to soften and then he speaks the exact words she needed to hear.

"You can take your time, gorgeous. I just wanted to scope out your feelings on stuff like this...Do you have a question?"

"Yeah."

"Shoot."

"How on earth did you build this tower?"

Laughing, Tony answers. 

"It took a long time and a lot of help...Paired, of course, with a lot of Stark money."

"Hello, sweetheart."

Freya looks up.

"Hi, Steve."

Sitting down, Steve immediately reaches for her hand. Hesitantly, she takes it.

"How are you? That's not my question, but I'd like to know anyway."

Laughing at the speed Steve explained himself, Freya smiles at him with twinkling eyes.

"I'm alright- a bit overwhelmed but not the running away type of overwhelmed."

"Good. I guess my question to you is...Do you have any hobbies? I know you obviously love music, but that's also your job, so..."

"Yeah. I love photography, dancing, and cooking."

Steve's eyes widen at the last hobby.

"I don't get a lot of time for cooking, mind you. The band is usually fed at hotels or gets takeaway to bring back to the tour bus. You know how it goes with bands: success, album, tour. Repeat that cycle about six times and then your career is over."

Steve didn't in fact know how it went but felt slightly sorry for his soulmate. Constant stress and the need for brilliance must be so tiring.

"Do you have a question for me, sweetie?"

"Yeah...erm, what was life like back in the 1930s?"

Silence.

"It was happy, warm, lively, and romantic... It wasn't the best of times, however. WW2 was approaching and it was the most scared I've ever been. I wanted to fight but I wasn't exactly the epitome of strength and bravery..."

"We finally meet, my little runaway."

Freya shivers as a cold breath of air hits her neck.

Loki is standing behind her.

"My question to you, darling mate...Do you have any aversion to blue people?"

Freya blinks.

"Sorry?"

"Well, you see, I'm half Jötunn...When I get really scared I, um."

Loki scratches the back of his neck.

"Turn blue. I can also switch my gender around but that is a topic for another day."

Silence.

"I don't care much about the physical aspect of my mates. I do appreciate a good-looking guy, but nothing on the outside determines how I feel about them. I would still love you if you were green, orange, yellow, or purple."

Smiling, Loki asks a cheating second question.

"Do you think you'd ever be persuaded into a coronation?"

"...A coronation?"

"My brother is the king of a different realm. I am a prince. The avengers and I have always agreed that the new queen or king of Asgard will be mate number one."

"Oh. Well, if it makes you all happy, then I'm sure I wouldn't mind the title. What of Royal duty?"

"You would have to travel back with Thor and me twice a month."

"Alright then. If it is that you desire, it is that much you shall receive."

Seven minutes pass by and Freya begins to wonder if the next person is even coming.

"MY DARLING MATE NUMBER ONE! I'M EVER SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!" Thor's loud voice calls out, startling Freya.

"No pro-"

"YOU SEE, I WAS TRYING TO CONVINCE MY BROTHER TO LET ME SEE YOU FIRST. HE SENT ME THROUGH A WORMHOLE WHERE I REDID ALMOST EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DONE IN MY THOUSANDS OF YEARS INSTEAD. RIGHT BUGGER, THAT BROTHER OF MINE IS."

Freya blinks. "Indeed."

"MY QUESTION TO YOU, FAIR MAIDEN, IS DO YOU PREFER GARDENS FACING THE EAST OR THE WEST?"

The singer had to hold back the truth...South.

"Erm, East, I suppose?"

"FABULOUS!"

"Do you- Do you have any powers? I mean, apparently, you're a god. I've never met a god...Except for your brother, of course."

Smirking, Thor responds.

"I DO INDEED. PERHAPS ONE DAY YOU'LL WITNESS THEM...SAFELY!"

Next, the second out of three females glides through the room- sitting straight on the couch opposite Freya.

"I'm Natasha. Black Widow."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Romanoff."

"Are you scared of me?"

"W-what?"

Freya didn't think she'd ever been more hurt by a question.

"I mean, I'm an assassin and you're..."

"Just a little girl from London? A pop singer who's famous only because of her singing voice, not her ability to kill?"

Natasha's eyes flicker with an emotion Freya can't quite place. Fear? Anger? Rejection?

"No. You're a woman who has seen far more than she ever admits to. I don't think you're weak, Freya, I think you're hurt...and I'm not the vulnerable type. Neither are you from what I can tell. You suffer but you suffer alone and in silence. I'm scared. I'm scared that because of what I've done, and who I now am, I won't be able to love you the way you desire to be loved."

"Tash, I've known you for less than five minutes and already adore you. The only way to move on, I'm learning, is to let things go. Whatever it is you've done, it's turned you into the brave, beautiful, and fierce woman you are today, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Gulping and fighting back rarely-appearing tears, Natasha nods. 

Clearing her throat, she speaks once again.

"Do you have a question for me?"

Freya nods.

"Do you have a name you prefer being called? I know that your given Russian name is Natalia Romanova...Is that alright for me to refer to you as?"

"Whichever one works for me. I do find that my other mates call me Talia...I like that."

"Hello, I am Shuri!"

"Hi, Shuri!"

Freya silently coos at her mate's excitement, relaxing slightly in the presence of such a chill personality.

"You have marvelous facial structure, Freya. I wonder if anybody's ever told you that?"

"No- I think this is a first."

"Wonderful! My question for you, is would you be up for a coronation?"

Freya blinks.

"If you're talking about Loki and Thor's throne in Asgard I believe I've already accepted the offer."

Shuri shakes her head giggling as if something is terribly funny.

"No- My brother, T'Challa, is King of Wakanda. I am Princess Shuri."

"Oh...I mean, If I wasn't interrupting something or imposing on all of you...and the Asgardians didn't mind...sure?"

Shuri claps her hands together. 

"Oh, my mother will be thrilled to meet you. She was happy to meet my other soulmates, but my goodness she has been waiting her whole life to meet her children's first mate. The queen of Wakanda."

"Is it hard, ruling? Supposedly in less than a year, I'll be helping rule two countries whilst remaining a singer. It sounds overwhelming."

"Do not worry, my dear. You will be well-respected by all of your people- Wakandan and Asgardian. You'll have to help with the political decisions and be in Wakanda three times a month, but you'll be fine."

"Hi, doll."

A metal-armed man walks nervously into the room, taking in the sight of his first soulmate sitting on a couch across from him.

"Hi! You must be Bucky."

Bucky panics.

Has she heard of my time as the winter soldier? Does she not want me because she found out about my ar-

"Oof."

Freya knocks the wind out of Bucky as she runs into him, giving her soulmate a tight hug.

"How are you?"

"Good, doll. Are you okay?"

"I am, yes."

"Do you want to move to the couch so we can ask our questions?"

"If you don't mind...I'd kinda like to stay in your arms."

Bucky Blushes, Freya flustered.

"Okay."

"Do you like to read?" Bucky asks. "I don't have a lot of time for it, but it's one of my favorite pastimes."

"I do. Not as much as I'd like to, but definitely. Fantasy, History and Romance."

"What sort of books do you like?"

"History, war books, war romances..."

The rest of the introductions were all quite reserved and insightful. Apparently, even the usually hyper Pietro had dialed down his behavior in order to impress his first mate.

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Getting on her plane to Ireland, Freya marvels at the strange fulfillment and acceptance flooding through her.

I could get used to this.

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A/N: Holy, that's almost 2500 words in one night.

I'm sorry for the bad quality guys, but it was either this until I edit, or nothing at all.

Somebody help and revive me.

July 2022

Edited: June 2023