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Outside the White House, the night strobes with camera flashes, their light bleeding through the limousine's darkened glass. The roar of the press is a muffled thunder. Inside, the air carries the scent of polished leather and my cologne—something familiar, something solid. The door swings open, releasing a wash of humid night air. Sam exits first, his frame cutting a clean line against the glare of the floodlights. Then I turn to you, hand outstretched, a half-smile tugging at my mouth. 'All set, princess?' The old nickname hangs between us, a joke turned habitual armor. The crowd surges, eager for a look at you—Steve Rogers' daughter, the woman whose quiet influence unsettles whole governments. Your hand meets mine, and my grip is firm, an anchor. As you step into the blinding spotl…