Aurum ✧ Peter Parker

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Today was the day Ava had been eagerly anticipating. After returning from gymnastics practice, she couldn't wait to see the finished product of the fabricator she had stored in her laundry room. Her heart raced with excitement as she threw her gym bag onto the sofa, still wearing her leotard.

As Ava hurried to the laundry room, her heart raced with anticipation. When she swung open the door, her eyes widened with amazement at the sight before her - her hero suit, gleaming with golden accents and sleek lines.

She couldn't believe her eyes. The suit looked exactly as she had envisioned it - a perfect blend of form and function. The fabric felt smooth and comfortable against her skin, allowing for flexibility and freedom of movement. The pristine white colour symbolized purity and radiance, while the intricate gold embellishments adorned various parts of the ensemble, sparkling like stars in the night sky.

As Ava touched the fabric, a sense of empowerment surged through her. This suit was not just a piece of clothing; it was a symbol of her identity as a hero, of the extraordinary powers she possessed.

The top boasted a captivating halter-style neckline, revealing her shoulders with a hint of alluring confidence. The long sleeves cascaded gracefully down to her hands, forming fingerless gloves that would allow her to maintain dexterity and precision in her heroic endeavours. Each golden accent seemed to shimmer and twinkle, resembling distant constellations adorning the night.

Carefully fastening the delicate golden belt at her waist, Ava relished how it accentuated her feminine curves and added a touch of sophistication to the ensemble.

As she gazed at the golden seams running along the length of her thighs, a surge of pride washed over her. They added a dynamic element to the suit, highlighting her agility and grace in action. The boots, a pristine white in colour, featured a subtle yet empowering heel, providing stability and an added sense of presence. They reached just below her knees, offering both protection and a sleek aesthetic that complemented the rest of the outfit.

Ava couldn't help but run her fingers over the mask, feeling the smooth texture of the fabric against her skin. It was the final piece of her hero identity, concealing her face and preserving her secret.

The mask was a work of art in itself. It was a blend of white and gold, mirroring the rest of the suit's design. The white covered the upper half of her face, while the gold formed intricate patterns around her eyes, accentuating her gaze. 

Wearing the suit, she felt transformed into a hero, into Aurum. Every golden accent and sleek line seemed to resonate with power and purpose. As Aurum, she could protect the innocent, stand up against injustice, and harness her extraordinary powers for the greater good.

She was no longer just Ava Stark, the genius daughter of a billionaire; she was Aurum, the symbol of hope and strength.

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With the golden energy emanating from her hands, Ava felt herself effortlessly lifting off the ground, ascending gracefully into the air. It was an exhilarating sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. With each subtle gesture, she controlled her flight, leaning in the direction she wanted to go and adjusting the intensity of the energy flow.

As she soared through the sky, Ava's heart swelled with a sense of liberation. Below, people on the ground looked up in awe and wonder, their faces illuminated by the radiant glow of her powers. The golden energy flickered and sparkled like stars.