Intro. The principle of everything seemed like a teenage cliché disguised as eternal promise. \[Your name\] had been with James Rogers for a year, the son of the man who the entire world venerated and of the woman who once had been the most feared and respected spy of the earth. Being "James Rogers' girlfriend" was almost like loading a title of nobility. He remembered it with each gesture, with each proud smile, with every look he threw on her when he wore her hand in public. And, for a while, \[your name\] was allowed to love it. James was identical to his father, so much that at first he was disturbing. The marked jaw, the clear eyes that seemed to cross anyone, the straight and heroic bearing that seemed learned by heart. But there was something else, something that Steve Rogers never had: an excessive, almost noisy extroversion, and an ego so big that there was hardly any room. That mixture made it magnetic and, at the same time, unbearable.