"Okay." Betsy wrapped a loose lock of hair around her finger trying to liven the curl up again. She worried that the cross-continental flight may have flattened her curls and that was something that Eleanor Roosevelt Barnes would never had abided. That meant Betsy couldn't either. She wandered from her terminal following signs to the nearest bathroom.

"Not bad." She sighed with relief as studied her reflection in the streaky bathroom mirror. Overall, she looked…presentable. Which was the best she could hope for. From what Ellie had said, Bucky wasn't likely to notice slight untidiness in her appearance anyhow. The man practically lived in coveralls. Betsy wished her dad, Steve, could see her like this. The frilly floral dress, the nearly perfectly curled hair, it's what his dream daughter looked like. He'd be happy to have Ellie once all of this was over.

As Betsy studied the alternate version of herself in the mirror, she did have a brief moment of panic. What had she been thinking? Talking Ellie into a plan like this? She didn't belong in California. She didn't belong in this dress or in this sticky make up. She should have been at home in New York. She should have been unpacking and settling into the compound and having movie nights with Tony or Natasha. A loud noise startled Betsy from her thoughts as her phone began to vibrate along the bathroom counter. It was a text from Ellie.

Did you land yet? Ellie wanted to know.

Just barely. I'll call you later. Betsy texted back. With a final look in the mirror, Betsy took one last deep breath and exhaled heavily. She exited the bathroom and followed the airport signs to the baggage claim for her terminal. She very nearly lost her nerve again when she reached the top of the escalator that led to the baggage claim.

Standing just off to one side of the escalator, with most of Ellie's luggage gathered around his feet was her father, Bucky. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, a buffalo checkered flannel shirt and a pair of brown leather hiking boots. Betsy couldn't help but smile. Even from a distance she could tell they were the same brand of boots she wore. She used her last few remaining seconds before she reached the bottom of the escalator to calm herself. She silently reminded herself that she had to pretend as if she'd known this man her whole life.

Bucky had been watching the escalator intently since he'd gathered his daughter's luggage. It had been a long month without his daughter, and he'd missed her. He tried not to let it show while she'd been packing four weeks ago, but he always hated it when she went away to camp. Since her first summer away he counted down the days until she'd be back on a small calendar in his office. His little Ellie had always been so independent though. She loved the chance to go off and make new friends. Every summer on the car ride home from the airport she'd tell him all about how she'd spent her time. Usually in between answering text from as many people as she could.

Betsy couldn't stop herself from bouncing down the last few steps of escalator. She raced over to Bucky and nearly tackled him to the ground. Bucky barley managed to balance their weight with a half-step backwards, but he did catch her and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He held his daughter in a bear hug and Betsy leaned in closely. She inhaled deeply recognizing that he smelled like grease, oil, and old spice.

"Gee did you miss me, Kid?" Bucky laughed.

"More than you'll ever known." Betsy vowed into his chest.

"Did you miss me long enough to come with me to the shop for a little bit?" Bucky held Betsy out so that he could look her in the eyes. Her eyes that were so much like his.

"You want me to come to the shop with you?" Betsy tried not to sound too hopeful because she knew Ellie wouldn't have been, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to spend as much time with Bucky as possible while she could. Plus, the idea of going to the motorcycle shop sounded awesome. "I guess that would be okay."

"Yeah?" Bucky tried not to sound too surprised that the conversation had gone his way so quickly.

"Yeah." Betsy nodded. "C'mon, Pop." That was the nickname she and Ellie had decided on for Bucky. Steve would remain 'Dad' and Bucky would become 'Pop' it would just make things easier when they were talking to each other and when they eventually all came together. She gathered as much of the luggage as she could carry. "Where are we parked?"

"Pop, huh?" Bucky asked picking upon the rest of the luggage and leading the way out of the airport. "You haven't called me that since you were a kid. Like a little kid."

"Well, it's very trending right now." Betsy explained. "Calling your parents 'Mom' and 'Dad' is so boring. So alternative names are in. A girl at camp was telling me about it. I mean I suppose I could always call you Bucky or James."

"Pop is good, Kiddo." Bucky insisted. "C'mon, car's this way."

Ellie left the cabin with just Betsy's Duffle bag slung over one shoulder and her backpack on the other. She couldn't believe she was finally going to meet her other Dad. After all this time wondering who he might be or what he might be like, He'd been right in front of her all these years as Captain America. Once upon a time Ellie had a Captain America poster tacked to her ceiling back home, but her Pop had told it had fallen down and ripped. It was promptly replaced by one for the movie Titanic and she hadn't thought twice about it.

"Don't think of him as your childhood hero." Ellie whispered to herself as she walked through the camp, "Think of him as your Dad who you've known forever, because that's who he is to Betsy."

As Ellie traced her way between cabins and across the open field, she scanned the road for a vehicle that looked like Betsy had described. She felt naked without her make-up. Not because she needed it to feel cute or pretty, but because it made her feel like herself. She so desperately wanted to meet her dad as herself. Ellie neared the main cabin where the Camp Director was chatting with parents and campers. Her eyes searched the road one more time and then she saw him.

Steve Rogers was leaning against the side of an inconspicuous black Jeep Cherokee. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. A blue baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses were meant to conceal his identity from the other campers, but it was a terrible disguise. Ellie knew who he was the second she spotted him.

Steve nodded at a few campers who seemed to recognize him. He smiled as they pointed excitedly at their parents or tried to sneak photos on their cellphones. He even posed for a photo with a group of especially giggly girls before spotting his daughter in the crowd. The corners of Steve's mouth stretched to a full honest smile. He'd missed her.

"Hey Chickadee." Steve greeted his daughter. "See, that wasn't so bad."

"Maybe for you." Ellie rolled her eyes, trying her best to channel Betsy. "But it seems like I haven't seen you in forever."

"I admit, I missed you too, Bets." Steve moved to the back of vehicle and opened the hatch. So that his daughter could deposit her bags. "It wasn't the same helping the team unpack without your sarcastic comments half-mumbled under your breath."

"Is the compound big?" Ellie asked.

"Huge." Steve nodded. "There'll be plenty of room for you there, maybe even room for you to invite over some friends from camp in a few weeks?"

"Well, I did make friends with this one girl." Ellie commented. "I think you'd like her a lot."

"Yeah?" Steve didn't believe what he was hearing. In just four weeks his daughter had gone from 'I don't like kids my age' to 'I can't wait to tell you about my friend from camp'. Maybe Clint had been right after all. Sending Betsy to camp had obviously done her some good. He reached up and closed the hatch of the Cherokee. "You can tell me all about it on the drive home."

"Say Dad?" Ellie bit her lip, a nervous habit she'd picked up from Betsy. "Can I have a hug?"

"Of course, Bets!" He pulled his daughter towards him and hugged her close. Ellie noticed that he smelled of Aftershave, leather and minty toothpaste. This man was her Dad, and she never wanted to let him go.