Harry opened the door for Clover and Eggsy. The two of them entered with Harry closing the door once he was in. "So we going up or down?" Eggsy asked.

"Neither." Harry said, causing Eggsy's excited smile to drop.

"This it?" He asked, let down.

"Of course not." Harry answered with a scoff. "Clover, if you will." The girl nodded, excited to go in fitting room three due to the fact that she was rarely allowed to see it, only having entered a few times before. The girl pulled the hook on her left. She tugged on it gently. A whirring sound came from the wall before it opened. They walked through the small bathroom that lead into the equipment room. She happily entered and plopped herself on the comfortable plaid patterned bench.

"Oh yes," Eggsy grinned. "Very, very nice." He complimented.

"Now you're going to need a pair of shoes to go with your suit." Harry said. "Clover, would you mind assisting Eggsy?"

Clover groaned but got up from her agreeable spot on the seat. She came over to the pair and pointed to the shoes. "So basically, Unwin, all you've got to know is this one without the little holes is an Oxford. The one with the little holes is a Brogue." Harry smirked in amusement.

"Oxfords not Brogues." Eggsy mumbled and she nodded.

"Yep." She chirped. "The Brogues are for fancy dinners and such whereas the Oxfords and for 'day to day activities'." She raised her hands for the quotation marks.

"Oxfords are any formal shoe with open lacing." Harry reiterated and Clover stared at him for a second as he clarified for Eggsy. "And the shoe isn't called a Brogue, the design is called broguing."

"Way to steal my thunder, old man." She said as he plucked a pair of the shoes off the shelf.

He handed the shoes to Eggsy, "Try a pair." Eggsy sat on the seat, Clover sitting besides him before she laid down and spread herself out across the bench, her head by his hip. She grinned up at him as he fumbled with his laces, slightly nervous by her proximity.

"Your weapon scores are excellent, by the way." Eggsy clicked his tongue and winked. Clover looked up at Eggsy to see a blush on his cheeks. In his completely flustered state, he was struggling to tie the thin laces, all because of the girl right by his side.

"You need any help?" She asked. Eggsy cleared his throat and was about to shake his head but she was already up. She knelt in front of him. Eggsy swallowed thickly. 'Don't think sexual thoughts, Eggsy' he chanted to himself. 'Think about your Nan, don't think about the fact that Clover is literally on her knees in front of you.' Eggsy shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts of Clover from his mind, some better than others.

"These, you're familiar with," Harry said, gesturing to the umbrella, "And this is our standard-issue pistol. It's quite unique. As you see, it also fires a shotgun cartridge for use in messy close-range situations." Clover stood, having finished tying the laces before she sat besides Eggsy once more. Eggsy relaxed, letting a relieved sigh escape his lungs. "How do they feel?" Harry asked Eggsy who looked down at them. The laces were tied and hidden behind the tongue of the shoe.

"Yeah, good." Eggsy told him.

"Now do your very best impersonation of German aristocrat's formal greeting." Eggsy stood, staring Harry down for a moment before moving his finger under his nose and raising his hand, impersonating Hitler instead. Clover laughed, burying her head in her hands.

"No, Eggsy." Harry sighed, causing Clover to laugh even more. Eggsy shook his head, grinning proudly at the fact he'd been able to make the brunette girl laugh before he shrugged, not knowing what Harry wanted him to do.

Harry stood straighter and clicked his heels together. A small blade quickly extended from the tip of his shoe. "That is sick." Eggsy commented before mimicking Harry. He waved his foot around with the blade out.

"In the old days they used to have a phone in the heel as well." Harry mused.

"How do I get it back in?" Eggsy asked.

"Well, it's coated in one of the fastest-acting neurotoxins known to man so, very carefully." He said as he pressed the blade against the base of the wall, pushing it gently back into the shoe. Eggsy returned to sit by Clover's side as Harry pointed to a cabinet with an array of equipment.

"Now, I've had a lot of fun with this." Harry said, plucking a pen from the wall as Eggsy put his regular shoes back on. "One of our finest examples of chemical engineering." He took off the lid and then the writing part. "A poison - harmless when ingested, but at a time convenient to you," He put it back together and pulled a small switch to the side. "Can be remotely activated. Primed. Lethal." He flicked it back and put the pen back on the wall.

"And what about these?" Eggsy asked, plucking a small box-like device that resembled a lighter. "What do these do? Electrocute ya?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Harry scoffed. "It's a hand grenade." Eggsy's smirk dropped.

"Shut up." He said in a disbelieving tone.

"You want to electrocute someone, you'll need a signet ring. A gentleman traditionally wears the signet on his left hand," Harry raised his hand, holding his bare pinky finger up. "But a Kingsman wears it on whichever hand happens to be dominant." He raised the other which held the ring. "Touch the contact behind the ring, it delivers fifty thousand volts."

"And what about them?" Eggsy asked, pointing towards the tablets and phones. "What makes them so special?"

Harry turned towards them. "Nothing." He answered. Clover watched with a smirk as Eggsy slyly reached up, grabbing a hand grenade. "That technology's caught up with the spy world." Clover stood as the pair began to leave the room. Without even turning to look at the boy, Harry said; "Put it back, Eggsy."

Clover giggled as Eggsy walked back, placing it back in it's originally spot. He caught up with her. She poked him in the ribs, causing him to squirm, a grin forming on his face. "I can't believe you thought you would get away with that." She teased.

"Can't say I didn't try though." He shrugged, poking her right back.

"Ah, perfect timing." Bernard announced to the three. "Gentleman's just finished."

The door across from them opened and out strolled Richmond Valentine himself. Clover quickly slipped her hand into Eggsy's. He glanced down at her. She looked up at him, nerves shining in her eyes. He sent her a small smile. But to Clover it meant the world. That small tilt of his lips comforted her enormously. He squeezed her hand, silently telling her he was there before their attention turned back to the man in front of them.

"Mr. DeVere!" Valentine grinned. "What a coincidence. You are totally the reason I'm here. When you left my house, I was thirsting for that dope-ass smoking jacket you had on, and since I'm going to Royal Ascot, and apparently you need one of these penguin suits..." He tugged at the blazer he was wearing. "Here I am. What are you doing here?" He then noticed Eggsy and Clover. "What's up man," He extended a hand towards Eggsy who took it. "Richmond Valentine."

"This is my new Valet." Harry answered smoothly. "I was just introducing him to my tailor."

"Another coincidence, so am I." Richmond said and a gorgeous girl with straight black hair and a pristine outfit stepped forward. Though it wasn't her beauty that made her stand out, it was her blade-like prosthetic legs. "And who's this?" He asked, his eyes falling on Clover. He reached his hand out to her. Reluctantly, she took her hand from Eggsy's and slipped it into his. The girl had to refrain her shocked expression when Valentine pressed his lips to her knuckles.

"My daughter," Harry answered shortly. "Clover." As soon and the man had let her hand go, Clover quickly grabbed Eggsy's again.

"I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news," Valentine chuckled, noticing their linked hands. "But I think your daughter and your Valet got a lil somethin' somethin' going on." The pair blushed but neither loosened the grip on the other's hand.

"Have you had any chance to think further on my proposal?" Harry asked, ignoring Valentine's comment.

"Most definitely. My people will be getting in touch with you very soon." He said, a sharp edge to his voice. "I guarantee it."

"A word of advice," Harry began. "Ascot requires top hat. I might suggest Lock & Co. Hatters. St. James'."

"'Lox,' as in smoked fish?" Valentine queried.

"As in 'locked up'." Harry clarified with a smile. You could cut the thick tension of the room with a knife.

"Oh." Richmond whispered with a chuckle. "I have trouble understanding you people sometimes. You all talk so funny." Without another word, Valentine turned and left. The woman looked Eggsy and Clover up and down, as if sizing up her competition before she followed. The blades clicked against the wooden floor with each step she took.

"Gentlemen, would you look after them, please?" The man nodded. Harry stepped forward, pressing a kiss to Clover's forehead before he, like Valentine, left. A younger man opened the door for Eggsy. He looked to Clover who was being lead into another fitting room by Bernard longingly before turning around and following the man into his own.

...

Clover knocked on the door softly. "Come in," Arthur called and she entered, Lady trotting in behind her.

"Merlin said you wanted to see me?" She questioned and he nodded.

"Take a seat." She looked at him curiously but walked over to the chair, her brown boots tapping gently on the floor with each step, her grey siren suit tucked into them. She glanced at the plastic sheet laid on the ground in confusion as her mind began to think up scenarios as to why that'd would be there. "Lovely dog, Clover." He complimented, looking at the cocker spaniel that'd taken a seat between the two. "What's her name?"

"Lady." The brunette answered with a smile.

"As in Lady and the tramp?" He asked and she nodded. He chuckled for a moment, causing Clover to tilt her head questioningly. "That could be applied to you and Eggsy, couldn't it? The Lady and the Tramp." He mused and she stayed quiet, not knowing how to reply to that.

"When Harry first suggested for you to be trained to be a Kingsman, I must say, I thought he was joking. You're too cowardly and naïve. Though you've made it this far in the training, I still doubt you'll do very well on the field." He broke to her and watched as she deflated. "Unfortunately, it's not my decision on whether or not you're trained. With Galahad being your guardian and a senior member of Kingsman, it's his choice." He pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. Clover frowned and straightened her back. Her grip on the arms of the chair tightened. He loosened his grip on the gun so it spun on his finger, the handle facing Clover and he outstretched his hand to her. "If you want to prove yourself, take it." She eyed him warily but took the gun.

He leant back and picked up his glass. The golden liquid sloshed around as he took a sip. "Shoot the dog." He ordered. She leant back in shock. Her eyes glanced down at Lady who sat innocently, staring up at her master with her black eyes. She then looked down at the gun in her hands. Could she really kill her dog? But then, if she couldn't kill a dog how was she to have the courage to kill a living, breathing human being? Did she want to be able to kill a person? Clover began mulling over Arthur's words. Growing up in a secret agency where discussing death and murder was the norm, Clover couldn't help but wonder how she turned out so weak and faint-hearted. She grew up knowing that she'd be a part of Kingsman, not even needing to question it. Though she never seemed to think over what that would entail. The killing, the constant nagging that she may never return from whatever mission she'd been sent on, the fact that she may lose her friends, her family. Could she do that? Could she go out with the intent to kill someone? With the looming reality that she may die young on a mission? It was something she'd never thought of before and now that the weapon she might be using for the rest of her life was in her hands, that was all she could think of.

She stood quickly, slamming the gun on the table beside her. She scooped Lady up in her hands and just as she reached the door, Arthur spoke.

"Pathetic." He spat. She whipped around with tears in her eyes. Her breathing was laboured as she began to question everything she knew.

"If I'm pathetic, it's only because of you." She replied, her shaking voice giving herself away though she couldn't care less. "You're the one that raised me-" He stood quickly.

"Harry Hart was the one that raised you to be the frail, weak-minded fool that you are to this day." He shouted. "Do no blame the way your pitiful failures on me. I don't care what Hart has to say about it, leave and never come back." Clover's blood boiled and a single droplet spilled down her cheek. She briskly turned. Clover wrenched the door opened before slamming it harshly behind her.

She exited the building and sat sadly on the stairs with Lady in her lap. Unknowing where to go she stood back up and began wandering across the vibrant green field with Lady besides her. She decided she couldn't go back home to Harry. Not now, at least. She didn't want to have failed him. She didn't want him to lie to her like she knew he would. 'Clover' he would say, 'I'm not disappointed in you, nor am I mad' though she would be able to see the disheartenment shine in his eyes, the frustration. She couldn't look at that yet.

And so, when she reached the forest, she took Lady under her arm and with a little difficulty she managed to scale a tree. She sat on a thick branch with the dog once more in her lap, absentmindedly running her fingers through Lady's fur. She watched the sun lower itself. the burning orb's rays gently caressing the tops of the trees. Each leaf painted delicately by the sun's beams. And she wanted now more than anything to be brave.

...

After a few hours alone with her thoughts, she walked back to the Kingsman building. She snuck in, careful to avoid Arthur. She found Merlin in his office. He looked up at her and frowned in concern, quickly making his way to her side. "Where've you been, Goose?" He questioned and she shook her head.

"It doesn't matter-"

"Oh yes, it does." He countered with a scoff.

"Look," She sighed. "Can you just get a car to take me home?" She asked. "I'll tell you everything tomorrow but...I just want to go home." Sympathy dance in his eyes and he looked down at the young woman.

"Of course." He mumbled. "It'll meet you outside." She sent him a weak smile. That word again. Weak.

"Thank you." He nodded and kissed her temple.

A/N:

aYYY MORE EGGSY x CLOVER - WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK THEIR SHIP NAME SHOULD BE?

Arthur is the biggest fuckin dick I swear to God I'll fight him

x Clara