15. 𝖠 𝖬𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖱𝖾𝖽

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕.







She was 14 again, sitting in the cosy living room of the Stark Tower. The place buzzed with life—Tony was tinkering with one of his suits while the rest of the Avengers were scattered around. But amidst all the hustle, Tony's attention was focused entirely on his daughter.

"Your birthday's coming up, kiddo," Tony said with a smile, his voice gentle. "What do you want this year? A new gadget? Maybe a trip somewhere fun?"

Jules didn't need to think about it; she already knew what she wanted. "I want a bouquet of red roses, just like in that painting of Mom and me."

Tony's expression softened, his usual playful demeanour giving way to something more solemn. The painting she was talking about was one of the few things he had left of Jules's mother—a beautiful woman whose face Jules only knew through that portrait. The painting depicted baby Jules cradled in her mother's arms, surrounded by deep red roses that seemed to glow with life.

The truth, however, weighed heavily in Tony's heart. He knew Jules asked for those roses every year because she longed for a connection to the mother she never got to know. The roses were a symbol—of love, of loss, of the memories that were missing.

"You ask for them every year," Tony spoke, softness in his tone.

"And every year you get them for me," Jules responded equally to his tone,

"Red roses it is," Tony had said, his voice tinged with a bittersweet note. Every year since then, Tony made sure that on Jules's birthday, she'd wake up to a bouquet of those same roses.








Back in her current reality, Jules stirred in her bed as the memory began to fade. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of her room in her Musutafu apartment. The painting of her mother and baby Jules hung on the wall beside her bed. It was one of the first things she made sure to bring with her to Japan. Next to the painting was a framed photograph of the Stark family—Tony, Jules, and the Avengers—all smiling for a rare peaceful moment.

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