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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 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝑨 𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒖𝒈𝒂 𝑨𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒂'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. Jules, sitting in the stands with Goose on her lap, clapped lightly for Mina's performance but found herself distracted. The energy of the event was incredible, but the Phoenix's presence in her mind had been a quiet, constant hum. She needed a breather.
"Come on, Goose," she whispered, gently lifting the Flerken onto her shoulder. Goose purred softly, nuzzling against her neck. Standing up, Jules stretched before making her way out of the stands, weaving through the buzzing crowd.
After walking through the corridors of the arena, she spotted Pietro waiting near a vending machine, fidgeting impatiently. As soon as he saw her, his face lit up.
"Finally! I thought you got lost or something," Pietro teased, tapping his foot dramatically.
Jules rolled her eyes, smirking. "Relax, I was watching the match. What's your excuse for being out here?"
"Snacks," Pietro replied matter-of-factly, holding up a bag of chips. "Figured I'd fuel up before your final round. Plus, someone's gotta keep you company."
Before Jules could respond, a familiar figure rounded the corner—Shoto Todoroki, his dual-coloured hair catching the artificial lights. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his expression unreadable as he approached.
Pietro raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jules. "Friend of yours?"
"Uh, yeah," Jules murmured, her voice uncertain.
As Todoroki came closer, Pietro stepped forward with a bright grin, extending a hand. "Hey, I'm Pietro Maximoff. Jules' very cool and fast best friend. Nice to meet you."
Todoroki's mismatched eyes flicked to Pietro's hand, his expression as frosty as his right side. Without a word, he raised his arm and brushed Pietro's hand away, the gesture cold but deliberate.
Pietro blinked, his grin faltering. "Okay... not a handshake guy. Got it."
Goose let out a soft growl, sensing the tension, but remained perched on Jules' shoulder. Jules, caught off guard, tried to smooth things over. "Todoroki, is everything okay?"
Todoroki didn't look at her, his gaze fixed somewhere past her shoulder. "It's fine," he said curtly, his tone clipped. Without another word, he walked past them, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Pietro watched him go, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Wow. That guy's got the personality of an ice cube."
Jules let out a small, nervous laugh, though her chest felt heavy. She glanced over her shoulder, watching Todoroki's retreating figure. Goose shifted on her shoulder, purring softly, as if sensing her unease.
