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SPIDER-MAN AND ATOM ROGUE: HOMECOMING P16 | 15 EXPLOSIONS
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Mira Rohan used to love her birthday.
When she was little, she wouldn't be able to sleep the night before her birthday, staying awake the whole night too excited to drift off just like on Christmas Eve as she waited for Santa to come down the chimney. It wasn't the presents that excited her, it was the morning ritual that had been a Jung tradition long before she had been born. While she knew her mother and uncle had grown up poor and their relationships with their parents hadn't been the greatest both of them had always grinned when talking about their birthdays growing up. Even dirt poor, the Jung family always made sure that the first few hours of a birthday were nothing but pure joy.
Always waking up the birthday boy or girl with a milkshake and a homecooked sugary meal. Balloons all over the floor and a hand-painted banner hanging from the door.
It was a tradition Quinn had introduced to Marcus who had surprisingly loved it.
Apparently, given that Renterians didn't have holidays like Easter and Christmas, they went all out on birthdays. They would celebrate no matter how old someone was turning, whether that be 5 or 275, it didn't matter. Birthdays were sacred on Renterion. Which Mira had to attribute to the fact that there were so few Renterians left in the Universe. Their population was so small, of course, they would celebrate another member of their species making it through another year because it meant they weren't extinct yet.
This was the first time Mira hadn't been excited for her birthday.
She was officially 15, which meant the hell that had been the year of 14 was over, yet nothing felt different.
Hours she had spent staring up at the ceiling after Natasha had to hang up before their call could be traced, merely laid out on the floor in the centre of her bedroom staring up at the ceiling. A ceiling that was still covered in glow-in-the-dark stars, matching the constellations of Asteria that her father had grown up seeing from Renterion.
Instead of clutching her stuffed dragon to her chest, Mira found her arms empty, fingers clutching onto the pink carpet underneath her, a familiar suit laid out beside her.
Her original suit.
The pink and Renterian navy suit.
A suit she had never technically worn. Why Tony had given it to her she wasn't sure but he had just told her that it was hers to do whatever she wanted. She could burn it or keep it, he had left the decision completely up to her.
—The suit her father approved of.
He would hate the white and pink suit she wore now as Atom Rogue. Would see her removing all hints of the navy as a betrayal of their culture.
