Eggsy and Roxy ducked to cover, back inside the pub, taking quite a few bullets to the back of their suits. The suits which took the lethality out of the bullets, always made sure to leave some of the pain.

Roxy and Eggsy grunted in pain, as they positioned themselves up against the thickest wall in the pub. Which also happened to be the one closest to the door. Roxy quickly fixed her hair back, so it was out of the way. So fast that Eggsy spared a moments thought to how efficient she was when changing hair styles, and how she always managed to pull off every one.

"We alright?" Roxy pulled out her Kingsman issued handgun, shoving in a shotgun round and a fully loaded magazine. Her face was determined, her stance strong.

They were leaning shoulder to shoulder. Their backs to a wall that was quickly being obliterated by hundreds of bullets. Eggsy wanted to answer with a loud 'NO'. Out numbered, out gunned, exhausted, and 1/2 pregnant. 'No we are not okay' he wanted to say. Instead he just smiled at her unconvincingly.

"You know what? I was thinkin, we should take a holiday after this mission. Somewhere nice." Eggsy loaded his gun.

"I like that idea. Somewhere with no skydiving available. Maybe a cruise." Roxy offered.

"The Mediterranean, or something like that." Eggsy thought aloud.

She smiled. "I'd like that."

"We're ready?" Eggsy placed an affectionate hand over Roxy's womb.

She placed her hand over his, and they locked eyes. "We're ready."

Roxy made a glance at the now abandoned bar that Eggsy acknowledged. The two of them took turns covering and shooting back through the door, while they moved closer to the cover of the bar. Each of them took more and more painful hits. Most Eggsy tried to take for the three of them. 'Bless the tailor who made these' he uttered as his suit continued to save his life.

Meanwhile the brigade of shooters were getting closer to entering. They had thought their mission was a success, until return fire erupted from the small door. Ten men were hit from those quick and precise shots. They were ordered to go in and finish it.

"There's two of them! Forty of you!" Harvey Boyd shouted at them, and they listened.

They all filed into the bar, sights set to kill, per his instructions. All except for the two at his side and the four holding Harry Hart.

"Bad decision Mr. Boyd." Harry said still struggling to get free of his restraints. "Many other agents would be just two agents. Any other two agents actually. But they're not."

Harvey Boyd snickered, shaking his head while doing it. Two agents versus his unbeatable army of forty. The victory of those agents was inconceivable. Regardless of what the man who was previously with them, said. He was Harvey Boyd, the current head of Murkery industries, and the last prominent man standing of the Vargas group. The group that made it big off of illegal weapons dealings. A group that had been affiliated with Radcliffe's operations.

Boyd smiled as the sound of gunfire erupted yet again, from inside the pub. He could see the flashes and smell the gunpowder in the air. 'Not long now' he thought.

A loud scream was heard from the inside of the pub. A scream belonging to a man older then that of the two agents being hunted. The pub erupted in a large and fiery explosion, sending the men in it flying alongside the derbies aflame.

"Arrivederci!" Harry Hart shouted, saying a goodbye to the pub and the army Boyd had put so much faith in.

"Shut up!" Harvey shouted at Harry, turning his face away from the burning scene of humiliation. Turning his face away from the incoming two agents he had underestimated.

"No. Why don't you?" Roxy punched the man square in the jaw, landing him on the ground. She kicked him in the face, and shot his leg with a gun shot round. While Eggsy quickly took out the two men at his side. The element of surprised should never be unappreciated.

Placing a shoe on his chest Roxy pointed her gun at Boyd's bloody face. She nodded at Eggsy who jumped in to get the four remaining men off Harry's back.

Once he got Harry loose, they fought side by side. It felt right, familiar even. Fighting beside his mentor, the previous Galahad. Eggsy was enjoying the feeling of fighting besides Harry a little too much. They were down to two men, when Eggsy misjudged the capabilities of one.

Eggsy swung low, and expected the blow to take. Eggsy took a quick seconds breath, which was a mistake. The man he hit, regained himself in lightning speed. He picked up his knife, and swung it hard at Eggsy. He was stabbed in the stomach once, and the side of his neck was slashed.

Bloody splattered all over the ground as Eggsy fell, grasping at his neck. His hand couldn't stop it all, the red liquid flowed down his hand and onto his arms and chest. Such a nice suit was now ruined.

He was done for. He would suffocate, and die, choking on his own blood. Defeated by a henchmen with a knife, no less. Yet the worst part of it all, was that he would be no better than his own father. Unable to even meet his child, before dying for the Kingsman. Unable to continue living to protect the woman he loved. Though, now that he was being honest with himself, she didn't really need his protection. Not in the physical sense anyway. She would kill him if he died on her. She had said so herself.

Sounds became muffled, and the world around him grew harder to see. He thought he heard helicopter blades cutting loudly through the air. Or was that just his heartbeat?

Eggsy felt a warm hand on his face and neck. A soothing voice whispered his name, lovingly, in his ear. Then consciousnesses slipped away from him.

"Careful with him!" Roxy ordered, as she let the medical team aboard the extraction helicopter, take Eggsy. He was in their hands now. Had Harry's contacts not arrived when they did...

Roxy clenched her bloody fists. She would kill Eggsy if he went and died on her. She had told him herself.

Her eyes shifted towards Harvey Boyd's bruised body that the medical team was also picking up. Her eyes turned hard, and she began to make her way towards him. Toward the man who was responsible for making her best mate bleed so very much. She would make him bleed too.

Harry intervened, with a gentle hand to her shoulder. "Let's not doing anything rash now, Lancelot. We both know how that turned out last time."

"Yes. With me winning."

"But you also had a very disappointed Eggsy on your hands. Who was very concerned for you and the baby if I'm not mistaken. His baby." Harry added.

Roxy sighed heavily as she remembered that she had larger responsibilities than revenge. The coldness in her eyes vanished as she began to tell Harry how great of a father she knew Eggsy would be on the flight back. All the while she was sewing up her own wounds, and treating her own injuries.

"Have you ever seen him with his sister? Daisy?"

Harry shook his head.

"He just lights up when she walks into the room. Swooping her up every time they reunite, even if she's grown to the size of a gorilla. And he's really good at the tough love. Anytime Dais disrespects her mum, or gives attitude, he just turns into someone else. Someone demanding respect, someone she listens to..." Roxy's eyes averted away from Harry and to the small table where Eggsy lay, surrounded by a medical team.

"He'll be alright. Kingsman have survived worse-"

"Not worse... Kingsman have survived worse you said, but no. Kingsman have only each survived different horrid circumstances. Not to mean that you being shot in the head wasn't worse, just that it was a different worse.

"It's all bad, it's all worse than it should be. It's really just- We can't know anything for sure. Not now, not ever. That's what Kingsman has taught me. But I-" Roxy just stared at the stitching needle in her hand. "I don't think I could do this without him."

"Being a parent?" Harry asked. To which she nodded.

She still seemed pretty put together given that the father of her child was dancing on a thin line far too close to death. But that was just Roxy. Able to keep a lid on it when she needed to. She would never crack in the presence of a compleat maniac like Harvey Boyd. A man ready to kill those who simply messed with his partners. She could break down in the presence of Harry she realized, if she needed to. He was a comfort to her.

"I still can't believe you're back. I don't think I said congratulations. And welcome back. It's good to have you here." And she really did mean it.

"Thank you. It's good to be back. I wanted to apologize, that we never properly got to know each other before. I really didn't make much of an effort. I did believe Eggsy would win the spot. But I truly did respect you, and how far you'd made it. Eggsy bragged about you more then he did himself, during the last trials."

She smiled. "He would do that. And don't worry about it. You were dead, it would've been hard for you to get to know me."

"But still, I never did make an effort, before I died. We shook hands once, and I was preoccupied with how Percival was smirking the whole time. Which was shocking because we both know that man doesn't smile often. He was beaming with pride I realized."

"Ah, Percy." Roxy smiled at the comforting thought of her uncle and godfather. The man who had brought her up and into the world of Kingsman. "He's Arthur as of now."

"Is that so? They made him Arthur. I would've expected them to pick Gawain, or anyone over Percival." Harry remarked.

Roxy's shoulders sunk. "Harry, I don't think you heard, but Gawain's dead. Poppy..."

Harry's smile vanished. "Ah. I see."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too. We both knew him. A good chap, that Willard."

"He was."

He sighed. "I have a lot to catch up on, when I get back, don't I?"

Roxy shook her head.

"Speaking of catching up... you and Eggsy, how long has it been going on?"

"Us? Not till recently. Two, no three months. I think. We weren't involved until after we split up from team missions."

"Ah. Two months... what month is it now? When was I last myself?"

"15 months since Valentine. Give or take a few days."

"And yourself?"

"Myself? Oh. Two months." She looked down at her hand that had subconsciously found itself resting over her womb.

"These days, I guess people don't take their time." Harry smiled kindly.

"It's not like that. It's a result of a mission actually. Our last joint mission... I'll tell you about it some other time. Or you could just read the file. I was proud of that one. The file, not so much the mission. There was a lot we could've done differently..."

"There always is." Harry added with comfort.

"Boyd, from what I recall, had dealings with the man we took down in that operation. Radcliffe. The sick man."

"Who I'm sure I'll read all about in no time."

Roxy stood, and made her way over to the medical bed Boyd was strapped to. He was visibly in pain, and hating every minute of the journey, even with the medical team having had attended to him.

"Murkery industries. You were the head weren't you?"

The shoulder length bleached haired man in his thirties, Boyd, said nothing.

"Vargas too. That's how you and Radcliffe were affiliated. He was a horrid man."

"Anyone who met him could've told you that." Boyd spat out. He sounded just as disgusted with the man as Roxy had been.

Roxy nodded. Good. She was getting him to talk. "His most recent trade was his downfall in the end. Bizarre, isn't it?"

"So were all of his ideas. He was a loose cannon, a ticking time bomb. We were about done with him and his shenanigans, the Vargas group and I. But he had one last thing we needed. Before I was to take care of him." Boyd became silent.

"When we entered the scene and foiled it all."

Boyd's head twitched. She was right. It still didn't justify the man's rage and anger with not being able to kill her and Eggsy. Even now she could see the disdain for her, in this man's eyes. He had beautiful eyes though, she would give the man that. Familiar even.

"He was dealing in breeding. Breeding babies that were tailored to his tastes. Brought up like monkeys in an enclosed zoo, and trained to kill or pounce on command. Children. And in the end they turned on him."

As Roxy had spoken on this subject she noticed Boyd's breathing began to quicken. His slight twitching of the head continued as well.

"Surely you weren't aware of his business in children. Because the Vargas group is a respectable group in the underground world. You don't deal in children, despite your many faults. Unless that's what yo planned on expanding into, experimenting on human development." She was fishing for something to put him over the edge. Roxy knew she was close to the topic that was making him quiver. "You would let the man rape women and take the children who were the result, all the while profiting from the eventual trading of highly trained assassin children."

"We would never!" Boyd grunted. "We are many things, but child sellers is not one of them. We are a business association group, Vargas, and I am a businessman. Look at Murkery. A successful business, I worked from the ground up to get it where it is today! Radcliffe's operations were a disgrace. But you. You and your agency took him out before I could." Anger filled his eyes. "And you took something of mine. Something he had- stole. You had all of the children killed. With no regard for them and their potential to come around. My own flesh and blood, who I never even met! You and your agency! Screw your dying comrade, and your entire agency while you're at it." Boyd shouted.

Roxy couldn't speak at first. She was shocked. This was not a completely irrational man. He was just a man broken at not being able to see his child."Mr. Boyd. I believe there's been a very large misconception. All of those children are alive. We've sent them to a recovery center, tailored specifically for them. So they can learn to be human, and see how humans should be treated."

Harvey Boyd changed in an instant. He gave out an almost smile. Laughing out loud. "You mean to tell me, that I've been out on a revenge quest for nothing?"

"No. I was just going to yell at you for nearly killing my partner for nothing."

Harvey Boyd's face immediately took on a look of regret. "I'm so sorry. I'm really not in the killing business at all. You see, he would've been my first kill."

"He still could be..."

His eyes said sorry for him, as they seemed to plead for forgiveness.

In that instant, Roxy knew how she had recognized this man's eyes. She had seen them in a little girl that had escaped from Radcliffe's bunker with them. The little girl Eggsy had called Foura.

"I believe I've met your daughter."

"A girl, aye?" He smiled. "She would be about... Four now. No five. That was my estimate."

Roxy shook her head. Sounds about right for the kid.

"Her name?"

"She didn't have a name. Only a number. 24. So Eggs- my colleague, he called her Foura. Which she liked."

Harvey Boyd smiled. "Foura. But damn that Radcliffe. Inhumane. Numbers and not names. I was so glad when he got taken down. But then I heard stories of all the children being slaughtered. Killed by the agency that had taken him down."

"Something so far from the truth."

"Will I get to see her? Could I see her? Radcliffe, you know, had a sick way of bringing her about. Without my consent or knowledge. But she's mine. My child. Take my blood it'll match up, I'm sure."

"Oh I believe you. I would understand more than most. All of that will be determined in time. If you haven't forgotten, besides sending many people to kill us, you also are a world renowned criminal."

He smirked. "That is true."

"But you have my word, that I will do what I can. Contrary to criminals, and businessmen, I keep my word."

Boyd nodded a thanks.

"Are you a religious man Mr. Boyd?"

He shook his head, no.

"You'd better try at it. Start praying. Because you also have my word, that if my partner does not make out alive... Pray you don't have to find out what'll happen."

Muffled voices grew more distinct, as the world became focused again. He could hear the helicopter blades cutting ferociously through the air. He was beginning to feel his surroundings as well. He was half clothed, on a stretcher that was much more comfortable than one would expect.

"Eggs?" Roxy came to sit right besides him.

"Rox. Iggg..." Eggsy cleared his throat and swallowed hard. "You okay?"

She smiled. "Nah. My best mate nearly got himself killed. So you can imagine my distress. I had made it quite clear that I would kill him if he went and died on me."

"Good thing he didn't."

"What do you mean? I wasn't talking about you." She joked, then fell silent. The silence stayed for quite some time.

"It was a stupid slip up. You were right. We ran out of luck for a moment."

"What are you talking about. We never had any luck to begin with." Roxy joked.

"What are you getting on about. Luck was there when we met. The odds that we'd hit it off and stick together from there on out..."

"That wasn't luck. It was more like the hand of God."

Eggsy could see the exhaustion filling Roxy's eyes, there was wonder there too. He didn't need to ask how close he came to dying, her eyes told him everything.

He grasped her hand tightly. "I'm sorry." He whispered, taking the moment to brush his hand through her hair and onto her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. She let out a very rare tear. One Eggsy quickly brushed away.

He always had her back. Always looked after her, always taking care of her. When they both knew she didn't need it. But she wanted it, desperately. That she would never admit to. But she would never have to. Eggsy knew her too well, and vice versa.

Eggsy kissed her hand, then looked around the plane. Wincing at the amount of pain it took, which he attempted to hide from Roxy.

"And Harry?" Eggsy looked around the plane, and didn't stop his mentor.

"He's fine. In the cockpit, catching up with old friends." Roxy smiled. Harry had done this deliberately, to give her and Eggsy some privacy.

"And... the man in charge?" He asked, trying to force conversion along after another long pause.

"Ah. Boyd. He's dealt with. And not what you'd expect."

"That right?"

"He really only went after us because he though we killed all of Radcliffe's children experiments. One of them was his, biologically speaking. Who Radcliffe brought about without his knowledge. I have reason to believe he's Foura's father."

Eggsy's face lit up slightly at the mention of the little girl who he had grown fond of. After a very short time spent together.

"He's got the same eyes." Roxy added, as she simply stared into Eggsy's.

"You know, we never visited them. Not that we had time. But we ought to."

"Yeah. We will." She whispered then brushed a hand through his hair.

They sat there in silence for some time. It wasn't uncomfortable at all. There was actually something comforting in it. In a world and life as crazy as theirs, these moments of silence, together, were more precious than gold. It was almost a reminder that they were human, and that rest was required for them to continue on.

"Rox?" Eggsy cut the silence, which nearly startled his fellow agent from her silent

"Hm?"

"We want the same things, yeah?"

"Yes." She said questioningly. She could see he was thinking on something very carefully. The speed at which he placed his words was a tell.

"We work well together. You and I..."

"Right."

"I'm always hanging about you. And... You haven't tried to get rid of me yet. That I'm so thankful for. I'm my best self when I'm with you. Just cuz you're so incredible in every way. And you don't have to admit that you love having me around. Because we both know that you do. You and my mum, you get on great. Dais adores you. And me and you, we get along better than great. Stop me if I'm wrong."

"You're not."

"I only want what's best for you. You know that?"

"Yes. And I want the same for you. The very best."

"When I thought you died, I lost it. A literal mess. You're my best mate Rox, and I would never presume to know what you want..."

"Eggs, just get to the point. You're really not good at talking circles. Not with me."

"A'right," Eggsy shifted his positioning on the stretcher, bringing his neck and chest up just slightly. "Roxanne," he started inching closer to her, despite the pain.

Her eyebrows lifted. It wasn't often that he call her Roxanne. He only ever did this when something was serious.

"you know I love you. Rox- Roxanne Morton..." He was engrossed in her eyes, and face, the smell of her, and the feel of her pulse through her hands. The hands which he clutched on as if for dear life. He truly did love this girl. The one who cared for others more than she did herself. The one girl who cared for him more than anything in the world, while trying to save that world everyday. "Would you..." He swallowed hard. "Marry me?"

Roxy just studied his face, and searched his eyes. Saying nothing, for what felt like ages. Then she sighed lovingly, and followed it up with one of her beautiful smiles.

"Yes, yes I will. Gary Unwin." She laughed, heartily, so much so that her eyes began to water. He joined along with her in laughter as they embraced.

She really couldn't believe it. Or could she? She really never saw her life in retrospect, without Eggsy in it. The bloke who she admired so much.

"I don't want you to think this has anything to do with our little Melchizedek." He said, and then they laughed, "Well, maybe it has it a little to do with the little munchkin. But it has everything to do with you."

"Me and 'you'." She emphasized the you, eyeing Eggsy. They were in this together. She kissed him tenderly, and rested her forehead on his. "Marriage is compromise, sacrifice, and forgiveness, before its anything else. You realize that? It's not easy work. Not by a long shot." She said, her eyes serious.

"Neither is parenting." He added. "But nothing we can't handle." He lowered his voice to a whisper as he squeezed her hand, "Together."

"Together." She whispered back.