I am beyond thrilled to see people excited that this story is back! I promise we'll be having fun together. And because a lot of you love Blake and are excited to see him again, I'll tell you that he's in the next arc.

Welcome to Rando Week. It's a beautiful coincidence that it's starting when Black Widow is finally being released.

When I was originally planning Rando Week, I wanted to start updating back when WandaVision was released, publish this one with FATWS, and the next arc with Black Widow when it was supposed to come out in March, but I didn't want to introduce Gen too early or rush writing chapters ... and then Black Widow got delayed again but here we are.

Chapter 152: Doppel-Rogers Part One

SHIELD Storage Unit - Time and Location Classified

Three sets of footsteps walk into a classified SHIELD weaponry storage unit, one is ahead showing them the way to the others' demands. The two stand by the door as the agent scans the shelves of boxed and secured weaponry, both unmoving like robots. The other agent doesn't meet their eyes but he senses they're staring right at him unblinking, as if he would on another day. He's heard stories of the Rogers twins. Top students of their graduating class in the Academy, reputable and remarkable agents on the field, skilled in almost every quality an Operative should have.

Unmatched.

Intimidating. Irreplaceable.

The only one who could beat them is the other.

"So, all the weapons you requested are here," the agent says, heading back towards Captain and Agent Rogers. The pair of blond heads and blue eyes look right at him, almost as if their time is being wasted. He hands the tablet over to Captain Rogers and that's when their eyes dart to the screen to type information. "Where did you say they were being shipped?"

"It's classified," the twins say in sync before glancing up, seeing the scared agent. They break into calm, almost comforting smiles before laughing.

"We're kidding," Agent Rogers says. "It's a covert SHIELD training facility for newly trained agents. We could handle the transfer from here so you're dismissed."

Without giving it a second thought, the agent scurries out of the room. Once he's gone, Agent and Captain Rogers look at each other, smiles turning to grins.

-o-

The Next Morning - SHIELD Base, Kentucky - 7:51 AM

"Captain and Agent Rogers, my office."

Angela and Xavier turn at the sound of their titles, facing the commander of SHIELD's Kentucky base who invited them (or requested their immediate presence). Commander Ted Crinsky. Older man built from wars and years of field experience, even walked with a cane. Angela and Xavier knew they couldn't decline the immediate request, even when they argued that SHIELD wanted them to come in for a different undercover mission. Given the circumstance, that they aren't even aware of, the mission would be handed off.

Angela and Xavier follow Commander Crinsky to his office. Angela walks in before Xavier who closes the door behind them. From within the glass office, everyone outside can see them but not hear them.

"Sir?" Angela asks once Xavier is standing next to her and their superior is standing behind his desk.

"Last night," Commander Crinsky states grimly, "where were you two?"

Angela and Xavier are taken aback, not looking at each other to arise suspicion or guilt, but they know an upcoming interrogation when they see one. Don't act defensively. Don't ask questions. Just answer.

"At our respectable places with our partners," Xavier responds. Angela glances at him with a straight face and nods.

Commander Crinsky nods, his face a clean slate where his opinion isn't clear on if he believes them. "You're dismissed."

Without prying, Angela and Xavier head out. Once they're far enough from the office, they don't look back. They walk down the hallway at a brisk pace, keeping in sync with each other as they pass other offices and agents at work. Glancing at reflections from the other glass walls, they can keep track if anyone is following them. Nobody.

"Arm yourself," Xavier mutters, barely audible as he turns a corner.

Angela doesn't watch him go but knows they'll meet up again at the worst possible time. If this were to be an ambush, it's better for them to be separate so they'd have fewer agents on each of their tails. She can feel it. First things first, she's finally glad to be wearing the white catsuit she got as a gift from her SO and already be armed.

At least her and Xavier already have a plan.

She returns to the desk she was assigned to, sitting down at the chair that she's now suspicious of but doesn't waste another thought on it. If it was really set to blow, she would've been dead when she showed up. Besides, what agent would make an assassination attempt so obvious? So she saves her skin and logs into the system with Emily's correspondent information since she set up a VPN with his name to make it look like she's logging in from wherever she wants. It's useful for times like this when she's seeking information on why she and Xavier were urgently called to Kentucky.

After clicking through the system, mindful of Emily's supposed clearance level, she accesses debriefing reports including hers and Xavier's names from last night, starting in the evening which is when she would guess their supposed locations were questioned. If they really wanted to know, she was searching through electronic storages and clouds to find James' dissertation draft from their first year at the Academy. Without looking to avoid wasting time, she downloads them onto a shared server, knowing Xavier will save them.

Once it's complete, Angela clears Emily's presence. Before she stands up, she glances up at the working agents around her. The ones standing and chatting at the start of the hallway look too posed, too stiff. Fake conversing, probably strategizing because they're waiting for her to move. The agents at the computer are typing but she can't see any words making it onto their screens. Fake working, probably passing the time.

She didn't need Academy training to tell her it's time to leave.

Angela straightens her back before getting up from her chair, pushing it back under the desk. Without making eye contact, she heads on out, passing the agents fake talking. She keeps her eye on everyone with the reflections on the glass cubicle walls. Someone started a phone call while looking at her.

When Angela catches the nearest stairwell, she enters it.

-o-

Xavier went a few levels down and downloaded the files Emily Stark sent him onto his field tablet. With his shield strapped to his back and nobody around him, he skims through them to see why he and Angela were called here. He knew something was up when he and Angela were called to this SHIELD base, especially since they had to turn down their undisclosed yet urgent undercover mission. And then they were asking where he was as if he was being interrogated. If they really wanted to know, he was at his apartment with Sigyn, helping her settle back into a mortal-esque life following her traumatic seven-nearly-eight years on Asgard. They're still figuring things out with each other but then he had to go to Kentucky while SHIELD called her in for something else.

He narrows down some files before stopping. Something isn't right.

He has to leave. No elevators because it'd be an enclosed space that would have agents at all corners when it would come at his call.

Xavier enters the stairwell and knows he's already fucked up. He can't back out but there are too many agents present for any building's stairs. Xavier starts heading up at a normal pace, smiling casually at the agents he passes. Some are heading up or down, chatting with other agents along the way. There's one tying their shoes at the landing between flights, another looking at messages on their phone, and a constant opening and closing of the doors leading to their floor.

Then Xavier stops. He has agents surrounding him but pretending not to acknowledge him. It's like they lured him here. Xavier heads over to the railing in the centre where the stairs spiral. He looks up and sees Angela a few flights up staring down at him. This is a trap. They knew it. They walked right into it.

The twins grin at each other before backing up on the stairs. Xavier looks at the agents surrounding him, still with the happy grimace on his face,

"Before anyone gets hurt, does anyone want to take the elevator?" Xavier asks before the agents charge him.

-o-

Location Unknown - Time Unknown

Once they got the alert that their twins cleared a shipment of high-grade SHIELD weapons to an undisclosed location, they knew something was up. They got into the system and downloaded the same files Angela and Xavier did but viewed it first. It's security footage from the classified storage unit with Angela, Xavier, and the agent who brought them there. They play it out, pausing it when the twins are alone.

In the dark, with concern etched across their faces, Steve and Peggy look at each other.

"If they wanted to send weapons covertly," Steve starts, studying the footage, "they'd know better. If they have the clearance to ship them off, then they should've known where their goods were and cut off the security. Poor planning and execution? Not our kids."

Peggy nods. "They - or whoever they are - wanted to be caught, or want our kids to be caught for them. Look, they're looking right at the camera without looking at it. I don't know who they are but I didn't raise our kids to be this incompetent."

Steve smiles for a second. "They're too old to ground and not even ours. Look."

Steve points at Xavier's face in the footage and notices the pixilation along his jawline. When they slowly play through the footage, the same effect appears on Angela's temples. Those aren't their faces. They're not even them. They're wearing holographic masks playing an act and now the real Angela and Xavier, their real kids, are in immediate danger, wherever they are.

"They took our babies' faces," Peggy states, arming up. "We're getting them back."

Steve and Peggy didn't have an official arc appearance in the previous seasons like the other parents so they're now here.