He doesn't see her again until a few weeks after the Chitauri invasion. The team had been sent to London to investigate some rumors of supernatural activity, but it had all proven to be a false alarm. Whey they had first gotten their orders, Steve had done some frantic research, hoping that he would have time to make this visit. On their last day in London, he finally made the time, only to find out he was one month too late. One month.

He spent nearly three hours by Peggy's grave, saying his goodbyes and trying to gain some closure. She would never truly leave him, but he had needed to come here and work through his grief in some way.

As he finally rose to leave, a haunting melody captured his attention. Peering over the gravestones, he eyes landed on a figure a couple rows away; she was the one who was singing. He wandered over to her, the grief and hope in the music pulling him in. As he got closer, he suddenly realized that it was the same woman whom he had seen talking to Director Fury; she must have been with the small group of Agents who had accompanied the team on the mission. All of his curiosity came rushing back, but he held it at bay as he listened to her song. It was in a language he didn't know, but its meaning was somehow still clear to him. She was saying her own goodbyes.

"That was beautiful," he commented when she had finished.

The woman whirled around, hands going to her eyes to wipe away the tears that still lingered. "Forgive me, I…"

"No, no, I didn't mean to interrupt," Steve said, fumbling for his own apology. "I just…heard you singing, and…" he trailed off awkwardly, not sure what else to say.

"Were you here to mourn as well?" she questioned after a brief pause.

Steve nodded. "I didn't expect to be, but…," he trailed off, not sure if she would really understand. Being a SHIELD Agent, she probably knew who he was and what his backstory was, but he knew nothing about her.

"No one ever really expects to. Not before their time, at least," she said, staring back at the four headstones by her side. Three of the four were old, and the inscriptions were faded. But near the bottom of each one, new words had been added, as though scratched into the stone by hand. The Magnificent, The Just, and The Valiant. The fourth headstone was much newer, and had Caspian X written on its face.

Feeling like he was intruding on her privacy by looking at the graves, Steve cast around for something else to say. "I've seen you around HQ."

"Oh, yes!" she said, finally rising to her feet. "Forgive me, Captain. I am Susan th- Susan Pevensie," she said, holding out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Susan," Steve said, shaking her offered hand. And then, before he could stop himself, before he could think about the ramifications of asking such a question, he blurted out, "Why don't you fit?"

Any other person would have looked at him like was crazy to ask such a question. But not Susan. She merely sighed and shook her head. "Because I am like you."

"You were frozen in ice for the last 70 years?"

"No, not exactly," Susan said, the barest hint of a smile forming on her lips. "But I do come from your time."

"From my – you mean…"

"Well, no, I was not in America; I was here, in London," Susan explained. "I was just a girl, just one of thousands of children who had to evacuate." She turned to look at the headstones again, and Steve knew that she was remembering something both wonderful and painful.

"So then how…?" he wondered.

"It is a very long story," Susan answered with a sigh. "And complicated, and full of things that even you may not believe."

"Well so is mine," Steve said. "Maybe we could compare notes one of these days."

Susan studied him for a moment, seeking out the misplaced feeling that she carried with her all the time now. "Perhaps we will," she said, nodding her head in thanks at his choice not to pry for her story.

Deciding to leave her in peace, he merely said, "The ship back to HQ leaves in two hours."

"Yes, I will be there," Susan replied. As he turned to go, she called out, "Captain? Thank you."

"For what?"

"The compliment. No one has heard me sing in a very long time."

"Well…I meant it," he said, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. He saw her smile again, and returned it with one of his own. Then he turned to make his way through the graveyard, mind still burning with curiosity about her and her story.