"What's he like, Bucky?" Betsy asked Ellie. The two were sitting on the steps outside of their cabin where Joss and their other bunk mate were sleeping. Betsy was looking down at the photo of Bucky that she still hadn't given back yet.
"He's like a normal Dad I guess." Ellie shrugged. "He owns a Motorcycle company, but you already know that. He spends a lot of time at the shop overseeing everything. He likes to be available when people need him. That important to him. Some how he always manages to make it to my school events. He never forgets to sign permission slips or pack my lunch."
"My dad's not like that." Betsy shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love him. He's my favorite person in the whole world, but…" She sighed. "It's like Steve Rogers is one person and Captain America is another and sometimes it's hard being Captain America's daughter. Like when we're in public I literally always have to be on my best behavior. He doesn't ever let me leave the apartment in sweatpants and…"
"Some days you just want him to be Steve." Ellie nodded with understanding. "You know, you said Steve never really got over my Dad."
"Yeah." Betsy agreed. "Like I've never seen him really look at anyone else, besides Peggy I mean. But that's different."
"Right of course." Ellie nodded again. "And you know I've never seen Dad really interested in anyone else either. Like sure men, and women, have tried. The delivery driver who brings gasoline to the shop once a month for example. I mean Dad still has a picture of Steve taped to his toolbox. What if there was a way that we could get them together? Like together together."
"So you want to set our dads up?" Betsy questioned.
"Sure." Ellie shrugged. "Why not? Look I can tell that you really want to get to know Dad, and I really want to get to know…Dad…we're going to have to find a better way to differentiate between them."
"Well, we do look a lot alike." Betsy acknowledged, biting her lip. "I bet we could switch places and they'd hardly notice."
"Switch places?" Ellie laughed. "They'd figure us out immediately! I mean sure we might look a like but Betsy we're still different people."
"I know, I know." Betsy agreed. "But we have a month before we go home right? We could teach each other how to be more like each other. And If we switch places we'll get a little time together with each other's Dads. They'll have to switch us back eventually, so we just have to make sure that by the time we're ready to switch back we've helped them fall back in love with each other."
"Do you think that could work?" Ellie asked.
"I think we should try." Betsy told her.
"Can I think about it?" Ellie was uncertain.
"Sure." Betsy nodded. "But it was your idea to try and get them back together. I think this is the best way to do it. Otherwise what are we supposed to do? Go home at the end of camp and pretend that we never met?"
"Couldn't we just tell them the truth? That we met at camp and we want to stay in each other's lives?" Ellie suggested.
"Do you think that will work?" Betsy was skeptical. "I mean they've kept us apart for the last thirteen years."
"No, you're right." Ellie sighed. "Okay." She decided, getting to her feet. "Let's do it." She held out a hand to her sister expectantly. Betsy jumped up too. She took the hand that Ellie offered and shook it.
Starting immediately the next morning Betsy and Ellie began coaching each other on how to become each other. Ellie walked Betsy through her complicated morning routine, including how she got here eyeliner to look just right. Betsy started telling Ellie everything she needed to know about living with the Avengers. For the next week and a half they worked while doing camp activities to help prepare for their big switch.
"I've just realized something." Ellie frowned one afternoon as she and Betsy canoed around the lake together. "My hair is bleached at the ends and yours isn't."
"You want to bleach my hair?" Betsy frowned from the back of the canoe.
"No. I think we should cut it. I'll cut mine too." Ellie promised. "If we both cut our hair, we can just tell Dads that it was really hot at camp. We won't cut to too short, just to our shoulders."
"I guess." Betsy continued to paddle. "As long as I can still put it up whenever I'm no pretending to be you."
"Great!" Ellie squealed excitedly. "We can get Joss to help us! Her Mom's a hairdresser!"
"Now wait just a minute, I said you could cut my hair, not Joss." Betsy argued. "She's so jittery she'll probably cut my hair crooked."
"Oooh Do you think we should get bangs?" Ellie was obviously not listing to her sister's objections as she abandoned her paddle on the floor of the canoe and pulled a section of hair forward in front of her face. She twisted the section of hair trying to imagine what she would look like with bangs.
"Absolutely not!" Betsy insisted. "Pick up your paddle and help me. We'll never make it back in time for lunch if you don't."
"Fine." Ellie rearranged her hair to its normal position before picking up the paddle and helping Betsy canoe.
"Are you ready for this?" It was the last day of camp. Ellie and Betsy stood inside their cabin. Their bags were packed, and the girls were spending their last minutes together before their big switch.
Betsy had woken early that morning and curled her hair and put make up the way Ellie had shown her. She was wearing a flowy floral dress and impractical open toed sandals that Ellie Assured her were fashionable. Ellie, used to waking early every day lounged in bed most of the morning before running a brush through her hair and putting it up in a Ponytail. She was wearing Betsy's favorite brown leather hiking boots and her signature denim jacket that she hardly ever took off all summer.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Betsy sighed. "I can't believe you got all of this here on a plane. Actually, I can't believe I have to take it all with me on a plane now."
"I can't believe you went away to camp for a month and this is all you brought." Ellie commented holding up Betsy's duffle bag and backpack.
"I'm going to miss you, El." Betsy was the first to say.
"Ohh Bets I'm gonna miss you too! We'll see each other again soon, I promise. Hug?" Ellie opened her arms to her sister. Betsy complied, pulling Ellie into a tight hug.
"Okay, he's here." Betsy told Ellie about Steve. "Last thing left to do," She held her cellphone out to her sister. Ellie took the phone and swapped it with her own. "You'll text me when you get home, right?"
"Of course!" Ellie agreed. "And you'll text me when you land?"
"Absolutely." Betsy nodded.
"Alright, I'd better go." Ellie decided. With one last look at her sister, She left the cabin.