Mercury // S. Rogers (Book Three) ✔

A New Adventure

New York City, New York
March, 2016
10 Months Later

It's been ten long months of searching for Brock Rumlow. Ten months of missed opportunities and cold leads. Not long after the Avengers defeated Ultron, a new threat surfaced by the name of Crossbones. Discovering it's Rumlow, who had survived the events that took place in DC, Steve and Freya put together their own team of Avengers to take him head on. Because of this, they've had to put their search for Bucky on hold, again. Currently, the two Avengers are now embarking on a new adventure. Marriage.

"Nat, I'm freakin' out here. What if I trip going down the isle? What if he changes his mind? What if-"

"Frey, calm down. Breathe. Everything is going to be just fine. You're not gonna trip and Steve definitely won't be changing his mind. You're everything to him."

Freya takes a deep breath as she listens to her maid of honor. She looks at the time and sees there's only ten minutes until the wedding starts.

"Oh, God. I feel like I'm gonna puke, I'm so nervous. Thor isn't even here yet!"

As if on cue, a flash of light comes from outside, followed by a rumble of thunder. Freya sighs in relief. Her uncle has made it in time.

"Where is my niece?! I must see her before she marries the Captain!" His booming voice can be heard from down the hall. Wanda, one of Freya's bridesmaids who's been sitting in the corner quietly, scurries over to the door and sticks her head out.

"Thor! In here!"

His thunderous footsteps approach the room before he walks in. Once he does, his eyes instantly land on his niece while a huge smile spreads across his face.

"My dear niece, you look absolutely stunning!"

"Thank you, Uncle Thor," Freya grins as he pulls her into a hug. "I'm so glad you made it. You look very handsome."

"I would not miss this for the world. And I know Loki wouldn't either if he were still with us," he sighs sadly. She nods and smiles sadly at him. "I do apologize, though! I must be off to see the Captain!" Thor gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and heads in the direction of Steve. He's a groomsman and is very excited about it.

"Okay, one problem solved," Freya sighs. "Where's Sharon?"

"Right here. And I've brought a special guest."

Turning to the door, Freya's eyes land on the other blonde who is also a bridesmaid. She's pushing a wheelchair that holds a smiling Peggy Carter. Freya glances up at Sharon in question as to why she's the one pushing Peggy. Ignoring it, she looks back down at the old woman and beams.

"Peggy! You made it!"

"Just because I have a few screws loose doesn't mean I'm going to miss the most important day of yours and Steve's lives," the old woman chuckles. "You two are so very special to me. There's no way I wasn't going to make it." Peggy has been dealing with Alzheimer's for a while now and it's starting to take a toll on her health. Freya fears that she won't be around much longer. So her making it means the world to her. Freya leans down and kisses her cheek.

"Thank you, Peggy. It means so much to me that you're here."

"Of course, dear. And may I say, you look magnificent in that dress," Peggy tells her.

Freya has on a white, A-line dress. The skirt is made of tulle and the neckline drops into a V just below her breast line. The V isn't revealing whatsoever and keeps a modest look to it. The sleeves of it are long and also made of a beautiful tulle pattern that hooks over her thumbs at the end. The dress shows all of her curves in the perfect places and makes her look like the princess she is.