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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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𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌. Along her desk were pictures of her and the Avengers posing at the camera from all kinds of different angles. Jules mindlessly fiddled with the necklace around her neck, not realising that a few things started to float around in her room. It's been a few days since the Phoenix had finally entered into her life. Properly, that is
The power that came along with it gave her a new surge of power. Jules felt at ease for once, she could finally let go. And the new wave of power was one of the reasons why a bunch of objects started to float around in her room, too.
But today felt different, Jules knew that the Phoenix could feel it too. There was a feeling of tension in the air, one that she couldn't quite place. She had been sensing something strange ever since she woke up that morning—a sort of shift in the atmosphere, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Jules turned to look out the huge ceiling-to-floor window across her walls. Watching the sun dip below the skyline of New York City, a familiar voice echoed in her mind, a voice she had grown accustomed to, for the few days it existed but still found unsettling at times. Even though it hadn't been long enough—you can't blame her.
"You can feel it, can't you?" the Phoenix whispered. It wasn't an invasive presence, but it was always there, a part of her that she had yet to fully understand or accept. Jules turned her head to look at the mirror next to her desk, attached to the wall. Watching her reflection sitting on the desk instead of the chair like she was. Jules sighed softly before setting her pen on the desk, firmly.
"Feel what?" She asked although she had a good idea of what the Phoenix meant. There was always a strange kind of awareness that came with the Phoenix's presence, an ability to sense things beyond the normal range of human perception.
"A change," the Phoenix replied, its tone almost teasing before moving to another mirror, which was beside her bed, making Jules turn her whole chair to look at her reflection. Completely oblivious to the fact that her objectsbwere floating. "Something is about to happen, something that will alter the course of your life." Before Jules could respond, there was a knock on her door making her gasp in surprise as the objects fell and looked at her bedroom door. Before looking back at the mirror only to find herself staring right back at her. Jules looked around at the mess before cringing slighy. Did she do that?
Jules turned, and to her surprise, her father walked in with a grin on his face. Making Jules furrow her eyebrows and a small smile form on her lips.
"Hey, kiddo," Tony spoke. He walked over to her, holding an envelope in one hand and a small metallic disc in the other. Jules furrowed her eyebrows,
