Steve Rogers was a busy man. Given, he wasn't as busy as Tony Stark with his business or Nick Fury with the management of SHIELD. However, Steve Rogers was Captain America and there's weight in that name. He was a good man, but he was far from being a saint. So, when he received a long distance call from London requesting that he confirm something in behalf of Peggy Carter, he dropped everything. He called in a favor to Tony and was on board a private jet to London in just a few hours.

Kingsman. A tailor shop in Saville Road. Normally, he wouldn't even remember anything about a tailor shop, but they mentioned Peggy and it was easy to remember things about her. Little things that she could slip through busy schedules and bonds of secrecy. England's new knights. He relished the emotion as with every memory of her, looking forward to the day he could see her again. His heart was heavy for what he lost, but there was peace in some degree. They would be proud of this future.

Peggy definitely never gave up the fighting for said future.

"Good morning. I'm here to be fitted." He wasn't a saint, because he found enjoyment playing these little roles that he had to act in. Peggy would always smirk and tell him that he was a decent actor. "I was told that it'll make me look like a knight of legend."

The middle aged man at the counter looked at him with a small smile to match his own. A secret passed in between and a cue he was taught long before. "And may I know who recommended the Kingsman to you?"

He pushed the urge to say Peggy Carter away, amused at how true that statement would be. Only for him, though. "Arthur, sir. My name is Steve Rogers."

"If you would follow me, we have some very fine suit designs you can choose from at the back." He did. The need for haste now dead, and the emotions beneath now reined in. Curiosity. Concern. A slight fear. His mind returning to the theories of what he could confirm in Peggy's behalf. He just hoped that whatever it was, it would be something he was there back then to confirm. "Please wait here. I'll get one of our tailors to do the fitting."

He gave a nod and moved into the room. His eyes roamed through the displayed suits. Hmmm. He wasn't the best in fashion, but he couldn't deny that they're quality suits. Maybe he would get a suit before going home. Heaven knew that he had a plenty of formal occasions to attend. They even had all those fancy watches and other accessories. This would be Stark's type of place. He might even recommend this to him.

There was a click of the door opening and movement.

"My, my, Captain Rogers."

His breathing stuttered and everything froze. His mind threw memories to the forefront in quick succession. Twin teasing smiles of red lips and two pairs of caring eyes were constant through all of them. The tailor shop faded and was replaced by one of those bars during the war. One of the many that Peggy brought him to of which a table was already reserved for four, one of the chairs filled in. A night of stories exchanged and intel earned through sweet smiles and flirting glances.

"Is it true that you're working with a god now?"

"Pevensie."

All the tests were positive. DNA, fingerprints, and whatever it was that Merlin could put her through. They all came out saying that yes, she was Susan Pevensie. The cat was also clean of any inconsistencies that could mean trackers or cameras. The cat, was just a normal cat.

Now, the disbelief on Captain Roger's face was captured in perfect detail by the shop cameras. The audio? They caught the hitch of breath and its exhale.

"They told me it's been 60 years for me. How long has it been for you?" Pevensie stepped into the room with her arms folded and a reminiscent smile. Captain Rogers crossed the distance in four strides, engulfing the woman in an almost bone-crushing hug. There was a soft squeal and in moments, she was hugging him back. "Oh Steve, I thought I would never see you again."

Merlin also didn't like how his global tech sweep returned with nothing that could validate his argument of Susan Pevensie's loyalties.

"Well I doubt someone could fucking fake that." Eggsy stood to the right of his seat. "That thing she said yesterday was her password too, wasn't it?"

"You said it too." Roxy spoke up, closer and from his left. "Her prints and DNA matched."

"What happened? How—Why—Don't tell me—Susan."

"Steve. Steve. Breathe." Pevensie chuckled and held Rogers' face in both her hands. "Steve, you're not the only one experimented on."

"When? How?"

Rogers slowly set Pevensie back down, then led her to the nearest chair. He didn't let go of her hand even when he sat down beside her. "Was it after?"

"Ten years after. Someone had revived the time travel project."

That was how she explained it to him and Harry. It wasn't cryosleep, super strength, or any other attempt to a biological superpower. It was a try to stop the war from even happening.

"Time travel." There was an undertone of rage in the captain's voice. "I have read and heard of an attempt of it. There were talks of shutting down that project when Project Rebirth succeeded. They believed there was no more need for it. Project Rebirth would handle everything. Why would anyone want to revive that when the war's already over?"

Merlin already knew what she would answer to that question. He had asked the same yesterday. If they were able to achieve the technology to time travel, then it's like getting a chance to reset every mistake and see every possibility to fruition. It's a dangerous power.

"And if you're already here, that means they succeeded." That was another matter that Merlin was worried about. However, he also knew how she would answer this.

"I'm not a helpless child, Steve. I know and have sabotaged technical operations before. I made sure that they wouldn't be able to do it again." She looked so sure of what she was saying. Looking at her now beside her displaced kin, the impossibility seemed more possible to Merlin. However, to trust would be to stake things bigger than he could ever give easily. "I think they were so desperate of the success that they needed someone that could survive both the travel and the stay."

"So they took a spy."

"I think it's more unbelievable that she's an impostor." Roxy cut through the chance the silence gave. To them, a day was too short to wrap the mind around what was before them. "Not only with all the impossibilities already happening around us, but because it's a bit too risky of an investment to make."

"When did they take you?"

July 27, 1955. Susan Pevensie was forced to take a vacation after her body gave out during a meeting. She was the key player in a Kingsman clean-up mission of a prior one that failed. She never got to her destination and was never found. There were records of almost every Kingsman's testimony of that day and those that followed. Every single attempt to find her and every single dead end that they encountered. Merlin would have to update her file when the time comes. Add, 'Found: August 15, 2015.'

Merlin repeated in his head. There's too much at stake. He knew the power of technology, and he also knew that it was never fool proof. His cameras might have taken the moment she popped into existence, but there's still a margin of error.

"How are you, Steve? You've been here longer."

"Almost fully adjusted. There are times I am still forcefully filtering everything before letting them hit me."

"And—the others? Peggy—"

"The files said she joined us when she was 21, early 1950. She wouldn't have known Captain Rogers or knew of Project Rebirth."

"Hell. I'm still floored that she fucking knows Captain America. D'you think I can ask her to ask him to give me some autographs or take some pictures?"

"Focus Eggsy."

"Come on. You wanna know what I think about this?"

Merlin wasn't looking away from the screen, but it seemed that Eggsy took the silence as an agreement, because he continued. "There's no other choice but to keep her. I mean, if she ain't who she is, it's better to keep her close than let her wander around with the information she has on us. On the other hand, if she's as good as she's supposed to be, we can use her until she shows her true colors. Killing her so soon would be ungentlemanly."

That was a point that he and Harry agreed early on. They couldn't ignore the possibility that she was loyal to the Kingsman.

"Alzheimer's!" Merlin closed his eyes to hide the panicked face of the woman on the screen. There was something else that bothered him. It wasn't about her loyalty to the Kingsman or if she was who she said she was. What was it? "I don't understand. She's one of the sharpest minds I've ever met."

"She was staying in a home in Washington, but was moved to Manchester because she wished to see England one last time. O-once you've settled, I can bring you to her."

"Once I am allowed, definitely."

What was it? What was it? What?

"Seriously, she's good."

"That's a change of mind from how you were yesterday."

"I'm not saying I like her and I trust her. What I'm saying is that she's giving us a chance to know her and it might be a risk, but she's risking more as well."

Control. Merlin's eyes snapped open. The moment Susan Pevensie stepped into the room, she knew she had to be in control. She knew she was in disadvantage with current information so she used the advantage of shocking those that could still be shocked. She expected Eggsy and Roxy to give her time. It also helped that they didn't expect her to reveal her blatant lie so quickly.

She might be desperate. Desperate enough to cling to said control even when he tried to take it away from her.

"Because she's alone in the heart of enemy territory." Roxy seemed to have grabbed and went far at the little clue Pevensie gave.

"The whole Annalise stunt was like an exam we failed, eh Rox?"

"Well, she's Susan Pevensie. She's pretty notable."

"First female Kingsman?"

"I'm disappointed Galahad." Harry finally joined the conversation. "This was covered during training, at least briefly."

"I knew she's supposed to be dead. I'll make sure to brush up when we have another time travel incident."

Merlin didn't even need to look at Eggsy to feel the cheek. He turned away from the screen either way. Eggsy looked impressed. Roxy looked with an undertone of wonder. Harry was smiling softly. All of these under the sheen of suspicion.

"Susan Pevensie. 1950 - 1955. MIA." Merlin started reciting what he could remember of the training material. The Kingsman training limits the information revealed and thus, he had to remember what was safe to tell. "She joined with a stellar background and a notable recommendation under her belt. As ye assumed, many thought that the recommendation came from Peggy Carter who was one of the top agents of MI5 and SSR."

"A recommendation of one person that's not a Kingsman shouldn't be a sure in. Unless there's politics there. Does that mean that we had connections with SHIELD?" Eggsy looked at Harry.

"I have the same question." Roxy looked at Merlin. "Do we still have it?"

Yes. They still did. Merlin was impressed that those two got this far. They continued to prove themselves every time. However, the matter with SHIELD was something they shouldn't know the full scope of. Yet.

"It wasn't Peggy Carter's recommendation that gave her an in to the Kingsman." Harry gave him a look before carrying on. "Before she met Peggy Carter, she was already spying for England at age of 15."

"No shit."

"That's too young!"

"Yes shit, Galahad."

"Do you want to go back? I know SHIELD isn't dabbling in time travel, but we have the technology that might make it possible. Tony and Bruce are geniuses, don't mention that to Stark. I could even ask Thor for help. He'll like you."

"Then why do you stay?"

Silence.

"Because they need me here."

"For this land now have greater troubles and in need of greater heroes. I think I'll stay. I don't want to mess the timeline more than I already have."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, you know me. I've been in the 'adjusting to new surroundings' all my life. Now tell me about the Stark son."

"Fifteen." Eggsy's brows furrowed. "During the war, fifteen."

"Maybe that's why her records are astounding. Five years with so few failures. She's even younger than us when we started, Eggsy."

"Yes. She volunteered to a BSC department in Washington and was accepted because they were quite understaffed. At first she was doing desk work. Some statements of her coworkers there said that she was a large help, both in organization and verification. Again, they were understaffed, so she volunteered to be a handler. It was only when she's been considered to be formally made an agent that they found out she was 15." Merlin took a sip of his coffee. It had gone cold, but he gulped it down all the same. "And that apparently she was just in vacation because her father was giving a lecture in one of the universities."

"Holy fuck, that's some vacation."

"She volunteered. If that happened today, I would be suspicious, but it was during the war. Younger boys would've tried to get into the army. That must've been hard."

Merlin sought Harry's eyes this time. He was still smiling and the softness in his gaze was still there. Merlin was only relieved because there's still suspicion. Knowing Harry though, he's going to give the girl a chance while still being prepared to destroy the first sign of threat.

Merlin decided to take over the explanations. "That same year, Peggy Carter came into the picture. She tried to recruit her only to be denied. Ms. Pevensie was still a valuable asset to the BSC which was already affiliated to the MI6. Her parents allowed her to stay under the cover story that they were told about. A prestigious school offered a scholarship which appealed to her father. Ms. Carter continued her attempts, striking a bargain with the BSC. Before her first year ended, Susan Pevensie was an unofficial liaison between the BSC and the SSR."

"So that's why she knew of Project Rebirth." Roxy looked at him with her brows raised. "These weren't in the archives."

Merlin raised an eyebrow at her in return. He only let it down when understanding broke through her gaze, which didn't take long.

"Of course. Special authorization."

"Susan. Are you sure you're going to be fine? Are fine?"

"I'm sure. I'll adapt. You know me."

"Yes. You were taken just when you were about to take a vacation. Kept somewhere in god knows how long. Shoved into some contraption only to step out in a century not your own and in a place where the last thing you remember is saying goodbye to now old and dead comrades!"

The outburst caused a silence. Merlin snapped back to the screen just in time to see the clear grief and anger on Captain Roger's face. A beat later they were pushed back behind concern.

"Susan. Are you alright?"

"... No."

The anguish on her face only made the silence stretch. It made everyone in the lab realize the gravity of the situation in her perspective. Roxy was right. She was alone in the heart of the enemy territory.

"There are still things back then that are still here though, changed they may be." She looked around the room with a fond smile before her eyes met its blue kin. "And you're here."

"For as long as you need me beside you."

"A week."

"Su. Even more than that."

"Oh no, Captain Rogers. I won't be selfish enough to take you from the people. Imagine all the hearts broken."

Merlin thought she smiled a bit too easily. Now, he realized it wasn't the case of frequency but nuance. Those she gave them yesterday were inferior compared to the ones she gave Captain Rogers. Her eyes sparkled and there's a liveliness in the stretch of her lips even amid her grief.

"Give me a week, Steve. Let's visit the old places. Let's visit Peggy."

"A week then."

"Good. Now first order of business."

Rogers chuckled and shook his head. "Already."

"There's a very kind and impressionable young Kingsman who has nothing but admiration for you the moment I started asking about The Captain America."

The tension in the lab shifted quickly. Eggsy's eyes widened to saucers as he leaned closer to the screens with his hands on the desk.

"I don't know, Su. I'm supposed to not show favoritism. Also, how much are my autographs in the market these days? They're sold the moment I give them."

"Fucking hell! Who would want to sell Captain America's autograph immediately? That would be stupid! At least wait a few years or some big event like the aliens in New York."

"Eggsy!"

"What? You'll get a shit ton of money out of it. More than thrice the price sometimes."

"You're unbelievable."

"Nah. He's too smart for that. The next time you save the world from aliens, maybe then."

"Ha! She gets it!"

"Or, I'll recommend a time when the government uses you as scapegoat."

"A woman after my own heart."

"Though that's a small price compared to what I'll get from the embarrassing stories of Captain America. I'm sure Stark would pay a hefty sum enough for me to retire, for each story."

A slam on the desk jerked everyone. Eggsy pushed himself off with a face eating grin. "Well then, lady and gentlemen. I will leave you to propose eternal love to that woman there and get my new investments. Arthur?"

"You are dismissed, Galahad. Don't be too disappointed when she says no, Eggsy."

Yes. Merlin's having quite mixed emotions about the power of Pevensie's control.

Susan said no to the proposal, laughing so hard her eyes teared up and her grin was as wide as Eggsy's. He also got more investments than expected, Captain America giving then with a flourish.

Eggsy had the feeling it was for making her laugh.

Note:

This would be a really slow fic, so far with what I had already written. I want to go deep into the lore of intertwining Susan's in between status. I also want to go deep on how she would adapt to the modern world and how the others would help her and adapt to her presence. This is also gonna be pretty Susan-centric. Not only in a Susan POV sort, but also the others' POV of Susan. I am just so excited thinking of how Susan would react to the new and old things of the modern world.