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The glittering chandeliers of the gala cast long, sharp shadows, and Congressman Barnes stands within them, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of polished conversation. His suit is flawless, a dark shell concealing a history written in scars and vibranium. A glass of champagne rests, untouched, in his hand. His eyes—a sharp, assessing blue—methodically scan the room, parsing body language and catching whispered fragments with lethal precision. To the world, he is a politician. In his own mind, he remains a weapon, waiting for a command that never comes.