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𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, daughter of the legendary 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, has always been surrounded by greatness. Raised within the powerful and vibrant world of the Avengers, Jules was taught to harness...
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16𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓
Streaks of golden sunlight filtered through the curtains like nosy neighbors peeking into Jules Antonia Stark's private world. The warm rays crawled across her face, rudely announcing the arrival of morning. With a groan that could rival a bear emerging from hibernation, Jules buried her face into the pillow, silently begging the universe for five more minutes. The rhythmic chirping of birds outside her window was cheerful—a little too cheerful.
For the first time in what felt like forever, her dreams had been peaceful. No nightmares of Sokovia, no echoes of destruction or the screams of a world nearly lost. Just quiet. The kind of quiet that hugged you like a warm blanket and made you think, Maybe today won't be so bad.
But then—BAM!
"STARK!"
The double doors of her bedroom slammed open, and in burst Pietro Maximoff, Sokovian sass incarnate.
"PIETRO!" Jules shouted, her voice muffled by the pillow she desperately clung to. "I was having a moment!"
"I don't care," Pietro replied with a nonchalant shrug, his accent thick. "Make me breakfast."
Jules lifted her head slowly, her eyes glowing faintly orange, like two smoldering embers. "You wanna repeat that, Maximoff?" Her tone was dangerously low, the kind that could make a supervillain second-guess their life choices.
