Feels.

If I can give you life, I will give it to you.

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Her eyes were still closed. Her brother had managed to catch her before she fell to the floor. He slapped her cheeks several times without any results. Freya had fainted. Frey let out the breath he was holding when he realized it was just a faint and not a dream where he would have to wait longer than he could count on his fingers for her to wake up. He lifted her up in his arms, laid her back on the same stretcher where Pietro was before, leaving her there so still, so silent. Those who were outside came in and approached to ask what happened.

"Will she be okay?" Wanda asked, concerned.

"Yes," Frey replied. "Thank every star, she is. It was just a faint." He let out a sigh, brushing his sister's brown hair away from her face. "She looks less annoying when she's still," Stark commented without further ado, and everyone looked at him severely. It was not a good time to say that. "What? It's the truth," he continued, not caring about the glares he was receiving.

Frey warned him, "Something you don't know is that my sister, even unconscious, hears absolutely everything, Stark." Stark swallowed hard at the remark. Frey couldn't help but laugh, and neither could the others. "Come on, wake up," he said to his sister after a while.

"Has it happened before?" Pietro asked minutes later.

"Once, with me," Frey answered. "But that time I had to wait 100 years for her to come back." Everyone looked at him with widened eyes, unable to believe it had been that long. But, as things go, that's how it was, and he had to wait a long time. He didn't give up, he wouldn't let her go. And here she is, in a faint, thanks to everything, that's all it was. "With you, it would be the second time she's given a thread of life. I don't have to wait so long for it to last."

"I apologize," Pietro said. Frey just nodded unconcernedly. His sister was like that with anyone who deserves to continue living. "It was just a faint, she'll be back soon," he added.

At his words, Frey nodded. After several minutes, everyone left the room. Fury, who was with them, had asked several agents who were present not to talk about what he did with Pietro. No one should know, only those at the base. Everyone hugged Pietro, even Stark. And as for Hawkeye, he was able to avoid hugging him too hard and thanked him again for what he did for him in Sokovia.

Wanda was very happy, radiant. She set out to cook for her hungry brother. Everyone sat in the chairs around the kitchen's large table, waiting for Freya to wake up. Frey was beside Vision, starting a jovial conversation, trying to distract him a little. Pietro was helping his sister, as well as Scott and Steve, to finish the meal that would be dinner for everyone, taking advantage of the opportunity to get to know the two opposites, the ant and the captain, a little better.

"I have arrived, the handsome one!" As always, announcing his presence with an exclamation, the being, also known as "ego without any intelligence" that Stark had given him, none other than Will aka Starlord. He entered the kitchen along with Gamora, Groot, Drax, Mantis, and Rocket, who climbed onto the table and took a big bite out of a green apple from the basket. "I just passed by a room where I saw a beautiful dark-haired woman," he said, and Gamora gave him a deadly glare. "No one is more beautiful than you, my dear," he smiled at her shyly, but not the kind of shyness you might think, it was different, almost nervousness mixed with a smile. "And who are you?" he pointed to the lapis lazuli boy in front of him.

"My name is Pietro, Pietro Maximoff," he introduced himself.

"I am Will, also known as the handsome one, Starlord, savior of the galaxy," he said with arrogance, and Pietro raised one of his eyebrows slightly.

"Pietro Maximoff, Quicksilver, son of Magneto, my sister Wanda, Scarlet Witch, survivor of several wars, handsome, perfect, unique," he introduced himself even longer, and Will looked at him with a furrowed brow, snorting.

"I am the most beautiful, my friend," said Will, touching Pietro's chest with his index finger. He laughed briefly.

"I am the most perfect of all here, savior of nonsense," Will opened his mouth with offense. "And, I am the fastest..."

"Pathetic, unattractive, annoying brat," Stark's voice interrupted, and Pietro twisted his expression. "I am the most handsome here."

"It's me," Frey spoke with an arrogant pose.

"It's me," Scott spoke, and everyone laughed.

"I am Groot," he spoke now.

"Everyone quiet down, only I am the most diva, unique, and perfect here," a voice from the kitchen entrance interrupted.

"Freya, you woke up," her brother said, approached her, and hugged and kissed her forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

"A little weak, but fine," she replied with a brief smile. She felt a bit weak, but she wasn't complaining. She had woken up, she hadn't remained in an eternal sleep. "And you?" She looked at Pietro. "Are you okay?"

"Very well!" he exclaimed with a smile. "Thank you so much, Freya. I promise to be at your service..."

"No, no," Freya interrupted him with a little laugh. "No services, just asking that you stay with your sister."

"But I feel that I should be at her service, you saved me, brought me back to life, miss."

"And as a reward, I only want you to be by your good sister's side," Wanda smiled and approached Pietro. "That's all I ask, crystal-clear eyes."

"I know, my eyes are beautiful," he told her, and Freya couldn't help but laugh a little. Stark, Frey, and Pietro seemed fragmented, but they were the same. "And I promise to be there for my little sister always," he placed his arm around Wanda's shoulder and kissed her forehead.

"That's right," Freya agreed with a little smile. She felt satisfied with what she had done; Wanda was happy, and she was still here. "Well... Starlord?" She looked at Will, who was standing next to Gamora.

"That's right," he replied. "And they are..."

"I know who they are," she interrupted. "The guardians of the galaxy." She smiled. "Great heroes." The others smiled at that. "And you," she approached the table, "are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." She stroked his head and then one of his cheeks. "The great but small, Rocket."

"Yes, yes... That's, that's me," he said, smitten and pleased with the brunette's caresses. "You're so pretty." Freya laughed a little and thanked him.

"A raccoon, very handsome."

"Do you see? She knows I'm a raccoon!" he exclaimed. "Thank you for existing, beautiful woman," he added.

"I think I should say... You're welcome," they both laughed. His energy, his positivity, filled the whole place. Rocket wasn't one to act like this, but Freya brought out that side of him. He felt special. "It smells really good in here," she said after a few minutes, leaving aside the caresses she was giving the raccoon.

"It's stew with roasted vegetables," Wanda spoke up. "I made it."

"Wow," Freya exclaimed. "Apart from being a heroine, you can cook. This is perfect." Wanda laughed. "I can't wait to try your food."

"We all want to!" Pietro exclaimed.

Freya sat in one of the chairs at the table, in the midst of a conversation with everyone telling her how amazing it was to see her so big, and she just said it wasn't that big a deal. She had inherited that power from her mother, Ghanta, the power was called Grou oop, which translated to "enormous being of power." It was of utmost care and she has rarely used it. Her brother doesn't have it, so Freya, so to speak, is higher in power than he is, but that doesn't mean Frey doesn't have his great powers.

After a couple of minutes, Wanda served the food. Thor took a tasty bite, as did the others. Until two male voices were heard approaching, apparently in the middle of an argument. When the owners of the voices approached, they recognized who they were, Peter and Loki.

Loki was telling Peter that he was a king and that he should respect him, but Peter just laughed and said that wouldn't happen. Things with the god of mischief had improved, and therefore, the clan had embraced him and treated him as they thought they should have always done, with a hint of friendship, unity, and family. And that has helped a lot.

"Lokito," she said, using that nickname that she knew well and that she knew only one person called him to annoy him. He put aside what he was saying to Peter and looked ahead. His green eyes shone and his lips formed a smile.

"Am I seeing my best friend, sister again?" he asked.

"I think so," Loki lifted her off the ground, hugging her surprisingly. She laughed and hugged him. "Hello, big man," she said as she touched the ground and he let go of her. "My beautiful and good friend, Lokito."

"Freyita," they both laughed. Loki was happy, content. It had been so long since he had seen her, since they were very young. But he could remember her. She was his best friend, his sister, she never judged him. Only she had known how to understand him. "I can't believe you're here."

"Nor can I believe you're so horrible," they laughed. "How much I missed you," she hugged him. "A lot."

"Me too, my dear," he kissed her cheek.

Freya took his face and they looked at each other laughing.

"You've improved, my heart," she said. "I wasn't there for you for centuries, but I always tried to keep an eye on you, to find out what was going on with you. And now that I see you, you've improved and I'm proud."

"Thank you, my friend," he said with a smile. "And yes... I have improved, thanks to my brother and everyone else." He looked at the others. "And I will keep improving."

"That's right," Freya smiled. "We have a lot to talk about, don't we?"

"Too much," they laughed. "But anyway," he looked towards the table. "Do I see the most terrible being in Senssummir?"

"I assure you, you do," she replied with a laugh. "Hello Loki."

"Hello Frey," he replied as he stood up to hug him. "What a joy to see you, my friend."

"Likewise, Lokito," he laughed. "I'm proud of you for changing and leaving all the bad behind. And, on the other hand, I no longer hate you," he added jokingly.

"I know that despite everything, you loved me," he said arrogantly, and the whole clan laughed. Despite the altercations, they are still friends. "I have a lot to talk to you about too," Frey nodded. "It smells good," he added later.

"That's what I said," Freya said. "Sit down, they'll serve you now." Loki did as Freya said and sat down. Wanda continued serving the food, and Freya looked again towards the front, towards the entrance. "If you want, you can sit too," she said, passing her hand over Rocket's head, asking him to sit on the high stool next to her, and the raccoon did so without refuting, which surprised the others.

"I... I..." He didn't know what to say. "Freya, can I talk to you?"

"Yes, of course," she replied, leaning on the kitchen counter. They were the only ones who hadn't started eating yet. "Go ahead."

"But alone."

"Whatever you have to say to me, say it here."

Peter sighed and spoke.

"I apologize for Maryah's behavior, it wasn't the best."

"It never has been," Nat spoke. "She's a garbage person," she said without hesitation.

"Who are you talking about?" Gamora asked.

Stark explained who they were talking about in less time than it took for them to take their next bite of Wanda's food, and Nat added what happened on the bridge and how Peter said nothing about it. Everyone looked at him as if to say, "Are you kidding me?" Peter rolled his eyes.

"Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong, dear," Freya told him, but Peter protested..

"Denied that Freya is your friend and not the other way around," Rocket spoke up. "You're screwed, spider. If I were Freya, I wouldn't talk to you anymore."

And that sounded like Michelle to Peter. She said something similar in that context. Peter asked no one else to say anything and approached Freya. He looked into her eyes, and she looked back.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Yes, I should have denied it, but I didn't know what to say, it was like... My vocal cords went mute. And just... I don't know." He sighed. "Sorry. I do consider you my friend. You've been the only one to say nice things to me and make me feel good."

"Something your piranha girlfriend will never do," Stark spoke up, and Peter looked at him, silently asking him to be quiet. This time, he did.

"I already told you, Parker. It's okay."

"Your tone says otherwise."

"Mine too," Frey whispered, and Freya looked at him almost angrily. "Okay... Fine, I didn't say anything." He took a bite of his food.

Freya looked back at Peter. He was looking at her with his sparkling but also dull brown eyes, like a child who has been punished and wants to be let off the hook.

"I already told you it's okay."

"I say it's not, because you're not speaking to me with sweetness," she said. "I liked it," she pointed to her right wrist where she had the bracelet. "Something tells me you gave it to me."

"Yes, it was me," he confirmed.

"When did you give it to me?"

"Just be content with the fact that I gave it to you," he replied.

"Okay..." she muttered. "I'll take good care of it, like a good friend should with you." She smiled briefly. "We're still friends, right?" She looked up.

What does this guy have? Freya asked herself, confused by her own question.

But she couldn't say no. So...

"Yes, Spidey, we're still friends..."