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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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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉-𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆. Uraraka's strategy had been flawless, Tokoyami's Dark Shadow had proved incredibly useful, and Izuku's quick thinking had kept them ahead of the competition. Now, as the announcement for the one-hour break came over the speakers, Jules stretched her arms, ready to enjoy some peace and quiet before the next round began.
Just as she was about to wander off, a reporter from the event approached her, microphone in hand. "Jules Stark, mind if we get a quick interview? It'll be broadcast live to everyone in the stadium—and, well, the world." The reporter grinned, clearly excited to have snagged a Stark for an interview.
Jules blinked, taken a little off guard. She'd expected a moment to breathe, but then again, this was the Sports Festival—everything here was larger than life. Nodding with a small smile, she agreed. "Alright, sure. Let's do this."
The reporter's face lit up, and within moments, they were setting up in a small, cosy area inside the stadium for the interview. Jules sat down, brushing a stray lock of her red hair behind her ear as she mentally prepared for the questions. It wasn't long before a small crowd of students, teachers, and even Pro Heroes began to gather around to watch, some curious to hear what Tony Stark's daughter had to say.
As the cameras rolled and the interview began, Jules answered a few standard questions about the festival, her experience, and how she felt about being in Japan. She was calm, collected—everything you'd expect from a Stark. But then, out of nowhere, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Hey, Jules! You doing a little chit-chat without me?"
Jules's eyes widened in shock as Pietro, her best friend and fellow speedster, strolled into the room. To make matters worse, he wasn't alone. In his arms was Goose, the fluffy orange cat who seemed to have a habit of showing up at the worst possible times. Jules' face flushed as Pietro casually sat down next to her, grinning like he owned the place.
"No, no, Pietro! How did you even get back here? What? You brought Goose too? What—"
"Relax, it's fine!" Pietro cut in, flashing a cheeky smile as Goose purred contently on his lap. "Goose wanted to watch the interview too, you know."
The reporter's eyes lit up at the unexpected turn of events. "Oh, looks like we've got another guest! Welcome, Pietro! And... Goose?"
Jules buried her face in her hands for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh. "This wasn't supposed to be a family event..."
