Shout out to @TheJollyRoger91 for getting the reason why the two were sent back in time, correct.

And yes, their mission— should they choose to accept it— is to play parent trap. 

Here's chapter four!

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Once they were all done training, Allie and James were the first ones to leave the room. Not even having the chance to get introduced to Sharon, which just made her more reluctant of the two.

Sharon went up to Steve and asked if he wanted to eat dinner with her on the terrace. He accepted immediately and excused themselves from the team to head out first.

"Doesn't it bother you that I'm sweaty?" she asked, referring to the arm draped around her.

Steve chuckled. "No, Sharon."

She looked up, making a few strands of blonde hair fall past her forehead. "Even if I smell bad?"

He rolled his eyes in amusement. "Even if you sweat like a barbarian—"

"Hey!" she pouted.

"I don't care because you're here with me now." he finished, smiling cheekily. "That's what matters."

Sharon blushed, wrapping an arm around his waist to hug him tighter. "You're such a tease." she cooed.

Once they got to the elevators, she told him to wait for her on the terrace while she goes to take a shower and order take-out. Steve, being the gentleman that he is, told her to not bother since he initially planned to cook for their dinner.

"I'll be right back." she gave him a lasting kiss on the lips before stepping into the elevator. "Just so you know, you're welcome to step inside the shower anytime." she winked at him just before the doors closed.

Steve visibly reddened. Shaking his head at her naughty offer before proceeding to the kitchen. Once he got there, he immediately started getting to work. He opened the fridge to see if he could find anything worth cooking.

His eyes then spotted a whole chicken. He grinned. "Hey, FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Captain Rogers?" The AI responded within seconds.

"Is someone planning to cook this chicken?" he asked.

"No, Captain. But it was just brought in this morning from the market — still fresh as ever."

Steve rubbed his hands in excitement. "Good." He took out the chicken, got some herbs and spices from the pantry and laid them all out on the kitchen countertop. He started to preheat the oven for later purposes.

He shrugged off his jacket and wore his apron — one sporting of a stars and stripes design in favor of his Captain America title. He started off with the vegetables, slicing them down to his desired cuts. Then he turned on the stove, tossing some oil before pouring in the vegetables. He continued to stir-fry while adding the seasoning.

"Get a whiff of that." 

He looked over his shoulder to see Natasha smiling at him.

And wow — did she looked beautiful. Steve noticed that she looked too dolled up for just a casual dinner here at the facility. 

Her emerald-green eyes looked at him in amusement. Shockingly and strangely enough—Steve felt his heart beat faster at the sight of the girl in front of him.

"Hey, Nat." he greeted with a smile. 

"What's tonight's specialty?" she asked, peering her eyes over to see what he was cooking.

Steve shrugged. "Nothing special. Just chicken and vegetables."

Natasha sniffed the air, feeling her stomach grumble at how good it smelled. "Damn, Cap. That doesn't smell like just chicken and vegetables. It smells amazing."

The captain's ears turned pink at her words of appraisal. "I guess being handed down of mom's cooking skills does pay off." 

"Hm." she nodded in agreement, her mind coming to a conclusion— "Dinner with Sharon?"

"Yeah," he answered, sparing her a glance before turning back to the pan. "And you? Judging by your dress and fancy earrings, it looks you don't plan on having dinner here tonight." 

"Well..." she leaned against the table. "I was supposed to meet Bruce at the lounge at 6 but he's not there. Then I smelled... this and followed it and... here I am." she smiled sheepishly.

"Ah, of course. Date night." Steve chuckled. "You should probably check on him again. Men are never late on a date. Especially if they're the ones who first asked you out."

Natasha cocked an eyebrow. "Is that so? Are you speaking from experience, Cap?" she was smiling in amusement.

He left the pot and took a towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead — unconsciously making his biceps bulge harder into his sleeves.

Natasha didn't know why her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

Steve looked up at her, his hair and face slightly damp from the sweat. "Probably. But mostly on facts. I sure wouldn't be late for my date if she's as beautiful as you, Nat." 

There was it again. Her heart trying to rip its way out of her chest. Her face had a tinge of surprise at Steve's sudden burst of flattery but to the super soldier — it didn't seem like a problem. It was probably just a genuine compliment.

"Oh, uh... thanks, Steve." she suddenly found the floor interesting to look at.

Steve didn't fail to notice her cheeks turning a bit pink.

Just on cue, Bruce walked in on them. "There you are!" he walked up to Natasha to give her a kiss on the cheek. He laced his hand through hers.

Steve found himself looking away, trying to ignore the tightening feeling in his stomach. What the heck is the matter with him?

"Hey, Cap." Bruce greeted him, his face turning into one of approval. "Woah. That's a good smell."

"Steve's also got a date with Sharon. He's doing it the old-fashioned way," she said, winking at Steve.

He blushed. "I try my best."

"It certainly smells like the best." Bruce guaranteed, looking at his watch. "So, we still got about ten minutes before our reservation. Wanna head out now?" His question was directed to Natasha.

"Sure," she smiled, before turning to Steve. "Thanks for the company, Steve. Oh! And good luck on your date." 

Steve smiled back. "Likewise, Nat, Bruce." he added, "You two enjoy yourselves."

The couple bid him goodbye before heading out to the elevator. Steve turned his attention back to his cooking, beginning to spice up the chicken and brushed it off with the sauce he made before putting it in the oven. He set the vegetables aside and waited.

He knew Sharon always took a long time in the shower — to which he had no idea why. It only takes him ten minutes to shower but Sharon usually takes half an hour. 

But he wasn't complaining now, he needed all the time he can get to prepare.

Ting!

The roast chicken was done. Steve put on the oven gloves and got the tray out. The moment the aroma reached his nostrils, he moaned in delight.

You did good, Rogers.

He assumed that Sharon was already dressing up and would probably head down in a few minutes or so. He could still have the time to freshen up.

"FRIDAY? Tell Sharon I'm just going to clean up." said Steve. "The food's ready anyway. I'll meet her at the dining."

"Duly noted, Captain."

While he was in the shower, Steve couldn't help but ask himself about what happened earlier. Why did it bother him to see Nat and Bruce together?

It just didn't make any sense at all.

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The next morning, Allie woke up to the sound of her alarm beeping. She groaned, reaching to shut it off. She stretched against the mattress, tossing to the side to cover her face with a pillow.

"James?" she murmured.

Since they weren't official SHIELD agents yet, she and her brother were temporarily assigned to share a room together. But it doesn't mean they had to share the same bed — now that was just weird.

When there was no response, she lifted her head up to glance at his bed. 

Only there was no one there.

She groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly while looking around the room. She stood up and walked over to his bedstand to find a note.

Allie, I couldn't sleep. If you're wondering where I am, you know where I usually go to ease my mind,

She sighed. Poor James. She knew her brother must still be worrying on how where they going to get back. They were already gone for two days.

Wait.

Two days...

She gasped in realization.

Uncle Tony must probably be here now!

With that thought in mind, she quickly washed her face, took a shower, brushed her teeth, and rushed to her closet to see if there was anything appropriate to wear other than her pajamas.

She ooed in amazement to find a SHIELD uniform exactly her size. When did this get here? Seeing no other outfit available, she shrugged out of her pajamas and into the uniform. It's not like the first time she wore this. Back at home, this looked almost the same as her uniform.

Allie dashed out of the hall and proceeded to the elevator. She needed to find James first before she met up with her uncle.

She pressed her finger on the plate but was not surprised to find it blink red.

"Access denied. You do not have permission to enter the upper levels."

She suppressed a groan. It slipped her mind that they weren't given the full authority like the other agents have yet. 

But it led her wondering—how did James get to the training room? She knew that it was the only place James could have gone.

She was startled when a hand suddenly shot out beside her. Her thumb pressing on the plate, waiting as it turned green.

"Access granted."

Allie turned around.

Natasha smiled at her, motioning towards the elevator. "Sorry about that. Stark must've still forgotten to take care of it."

"Mr. Stark's here?"

"Unfortunately." she mused, but she knew she was joking. "He just arrived shortly this morning. What floor?"

"Level 4 please," Allie answered as Natasha pressed the button on her designated floor. "Thank you."

"No problem." Natasha said, before asking lightly, "So, how's your stay with SHIELD so far? Everything going to your liking?"

She nodded, "Yeah, everything's great. I hope Mr. Stark finally approves of our application here."

"I'm sure he would." Natasha added, looking at her, "You and your brother made quite the impression here you know."

Allie felt her face heating up. She tried to avoid her eyes, "Oh yeah?" she chuckled to try and mask her nervousness. "Hopefully a good one."

Dammit. Why was this elevator slow when you need it to be quick?

"Yup," Natasha leaned against the walls casually, smiling. "I heard about what you did at training. When I heard you brought Clint down his ass, that's what caught my attention."

Allie breathed deeply. She knew where this was going. She knew how her mom interrogates and this sounded a hell of a lot like it.

She was fishing for information.

"Did I managed to impress the Black Widow?" Allie pretended to gasp.

Natasha laughed. "Only a little. But you must know that I don't get impressed that easily. I just wished I was there to see it for myself."

Allie could only smile shyly, not knowing what to say anymore.

"Maybe the next time you go training, I'll make sure to stick around." she declared, smirking at her.

"Yeah..." Allie slightly winced but didn't let her guard down. "That sounds like a challenging idea."

"Because it is." Natasha insinuated. 

Ding!

Allie felt a sigh of relief wash past her. Finally.  "Well, this is my stop," she said, waving at Natasha. "See you."

"Allie," she called out.

She closed her eyes, taking another deep breath before turning around to face her with a casual expression. "Yes?"

"The uniform. It looks good on you." Natasha complimented. 

Her eyes drifted down to the uniform she was wearing and noticed it looked almost identical to what her mom was wearing too. "Oh," she said. "Thanks, mo—um—Natasha." she smiled nervously.

She nodded in acknowledgment before the elevators slid closed. She felt her knees wobble at the incident that had just happened.

Allie was a good liar. But when it came to their mom — she was just no match for her. At all.

Shrugging that thought out of her mind, she hurried to find James and get them out of this mess at once.

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Unfortunately, James woke up earlier than Allie did and decided to clear his head by venting out the problems in his mind. To his surprise, he found Steve and Sam sparring on the ring the time he arrived.

And now, he regretted the decision of coming here.

"I'm telling you, Cap— it's scary."

"You're thinking too much, Sam. Leave it be and just get to work."

Sam sighed, shaking his head as his eyes landed on the direction where James Rogan was standing and was currently murdering the poor punching bag. He couldn't just let it go.

"It's literally right there. It's so obvious, Steve. I don't know how you can't see it. Look." Sam pointed but Steve made no efforts to follow his gaze, still gulping the bottle of water. "He has the same blonde hair and the same chiseled jaw as yours. The same face—actually. The only thing different is the eyes. You sure he's not like... a long lost brother or something?"

Steve looked at him exasperatedly, "How could I have a relative when I've been down on the ice for 70 years?"

James noticed what they were doing. Despite the two men trying to converse as quiet as possible, he could hear it all the way from the other corner of the room thanks to his dad's serum. It enhanced his hearing as well. Not as great as his dad—but enhanced, nevertheless.

Close enough. he thought, yet kept his green eyes trained on the punching bag in front of him.

Sam considered the point. "Yeah, man, I know. But seriously—"

"Sam," Steve interjected, indicating that he didn't want to have this talk. "Drop it. And I really want to finish my stuff before Natasha comes and thinks we're slacking off. You know how serious she is when it comes to training."

"Fine," he said in a defeated tone, taking another gulp from his bottle before turning back to the ring.

James sighed in relief, glad that the conversation was over. But he was worried too. Sam wasn't the only one who noticed so far—in fact, a lot of people were already beginning to see their similarities. He couldn't say or do something that would cover up the fact that he looked like Steve Rogers because he did look like Steve Rogers.

Why was life so damn complicated? 

Out of frustration, he narrowed his green eyes and punched the bag harder than he expected and caused the bag to tumble over, the sand seeping out. He winced. He had broke the bag.

"See? See? He even has your habits of destroying the punching bag!"

"Sam!"

James groaned. Great.

Where was Uncle Tony when they needed him?

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So the next chapter would be officially Tony's arrival back on the facility.

Things are starting to get complicated for the siblings because people are already starting to notice their unlikely resemblance to their parents. xD

What would James and Allie do now?