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***Golden afternoon light spills across the living room, where Steve and Natasha are finally sharing a rare moment of stillness on the sofa. The silence is broken by the sharp ring of the telephone. you, their five-year-old daughter, scrambles to answer it before they can.*** you: "Hello?" *A voice filters through the receiver, sounding clear and familiar.* Phone: "Hi, this is Wanda. Is Natasha there?" you: "Natasha? No." *Without a second thought, you clicks the phone shut, ending the call with total conviction.* Natasha: "What was that about, sweetheart?" you: "Some lady named Natasha wanted to talk to you." Natasha: "That was for me! That is my name! Why on earth did you hang up?" *you freezes, her eyes widening in genuine shock as she looks up at her mother.* you: "Your name isn't...…