The Bus touched down an hour outside New York City. She passed all the psychological tests to be able to meet Steve, not that she agreed in the slightest with their hesitation. She watched as the Agents unloaded The Bus, "So," She took a few steps over to Daisy and Bobbi, "So I've been cleared to meet Steve." Of all the Agents Daisy was the most likely to be honest.

"That I know of. I think he was given the green light." she looked up from the tablet that kept her busy. Daisy tucked it under her arm to talk to Peggy, "And Coulson cleared everything so, I think you're going public."

"I can't wait to be trending." Peggy Deadpanned, "Is there the capability to get some new clothes before-"

"Aww, for Steve." Daisy teased the historic icon. "You mean you're not impressed with Shields workout attire? I'm sure we can set you up with something."

Bobbi smirked, "Not that either of us really have something you'd probably like. We're both a little too-"

"Casual?" Peggy tried not to step on toes- though she new the two girls could handle it. "It's nice to know I'm not required to wear Dresses in the workplace though." She turned hearing someone call her name.

"Agent Carter?" Coulson walked over with a short haired redhead flanking him on the right, "I can say that now can't I?"

Peggy nodded, "Yes I believe I'm cleared."

"Meet Agent Romanoff," Coulson gestured over, "She'll be taking care of you from here on out."

Peggy sighed, not being able to get over the feeling of constantly being babysat, "At least I'll be on the ground for it this time. It's nice to meet you Agent Romanoff."

"Call me Natasha." She shook her hand, "Now if you don't mind Director…" Natasha gestured for Peggy and herself to leave, "Us girls have some shopping to do."

There was something about Natasha that made Peggy want to keep her guard up. To be honest she wished someone else had been in charge for this section of her education, or even better left to figure it out herself. "That's all? You don't have to wear slips or stockings?" She looked around the undergarment section of a ritzy clothing store. Everything seemed so revealing.

"Not for something like that." Natasha leaned against the wall as Peggy looked through some tight fitting dresses.

"Is there anything a bit more…. what I'm used to?" Peggy looked around fighting off the feeling of being overwhelmed. "Dresses with a bit more coverage."

Natasha walked over from where she usually shopped and over to something more like Peggy. "More coverage but something Steve would like." she pushed things aside, "Something like this?" It was a Pencil skirt, then he held up a cream blouse. To be honest Natasha held it up sarcastically.

"It's perfect." Peggy walked over, "I really just need something plain.."

She examined it again, "I guess it is pretty similar to what you would have worn. But can I insist on you getting some other things?"

Peggy nodded, "As long as it's not too tight, or too short.. or too much like everything else." she examined a rack of shoes, "However, these are nice." Peggy had always been a sucker for a good pair of heels. "Do you know Steve well?"

Natasha was busy shopping for Peggy, "Yes I do. I'd say we're pretty close to friends. As close as I could get to friends."

"Does he know I'm back?" Peggy picked up some heels, "Is he with someone else?"

Natasha laughed imagining the drama that would come along with that, "If Steve knew you were here, he'd be here right now. And no, that man is married to his work. He's having a hard time to adjusting to the idea that you're gone. But I can't imagine what it's going to be like after."

She sat down on a stool, trying on the shoes she was interested in. Part of her felt sorry for Steve. If she hadn't come back, where would that leave him. Where she was 60 years ago, painfully in love knowing it was impossible. But now she was back, and there was at least a chance that they could be happy now. "When can we meet? I just need to be prepared." Peggy steadied herself with a breath. Relationships were always so difficult. She stood up testing the heels that turned out to be far more comfortable than their vintage cousin.

"I'll make plans with him tomorrow at the Avengers HQ. He doesn't have much going on so he won't be able to say no." Natasha took Peggy by the arm and pushed her in the back to try everything on.

Steve walked out of the changing rooms with a file of things to do for the day. He knew he and Sam would be around to tease and work out with. Wanda was training too- though he was really no help when it came to… whatever she did, nor did he care to be around it. He was useless around Vision but he just wanted to make sure the team knew he was there to support them. "Steve!" Sam shouted down the hall, "You ready to kick my ass in some running."

"That's not fair. It's so hard to compare myself with someone so slow." Steve jabbed.

"Oh you're going to regret that… somehow. Anyway, Nat wanted to see you. There was someone in her office. I don't know."

Steve shrugged, "It's Nat, she's the second biggest question mark I've ever been around." He and Sam walked together for a bit before they were about to break off, "See you when I'm done. Don't wear yourself out before I can get there." He took a left down the hall to where Natashas office was. Though the term Office was pretty loose. It was more like a living room than anything else. The women kept strange hours- and that was saying a lot with them seeing Tony's sleep pattern-or lack thereof. He knocked then opened the door, "Nat?"

Peggy stood up from sitting on the couch as the door opened. She quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on her navy blue skirt and pale pink blouse. Her heart was beating out of her chest.

"Peg?" Steve's brain couldn't stretch far enough to figure it out. He sput around making sure Wanda wasn't behind them, then back at Peggy. "What's happening?"

Peggy looked down at her hands that were fiddling together with nerves, "I… I'm afraid it's a rather long story. One I don't have many answers for." She pushed her hair back behind her ear, "There was an accident-"

"I know that." It sounded more hostile than he meant it to be. He was sick of SHIELDS secrets. "I mean- I mean I read your file. A lot. KGB assassin… you died."

"As did you." Peggy took a step forward, "Howard tested something on me.. and it worked. I guess.. I woke up a few days ago."

Steve's head snapped to Natasha, "A few days ago? You knew and didn't tell me?"

Natasha shook her head, "I found out yesterday. The orders were to make sure you both would handle it."

The room was silent, both Steve and Peggy searching each others faces for answers. They were more than arms length apart but Steve took the first steps forward and wrapped Peggy in his arms. "You're alive." He was careful not to lift her up, "And you're here.."

Peggy nodded following his lead and wrapped her arms around him, "It had been so long Steve." She couldn't stop herself from crying. Not that it really mattered, "You were gone.. we looked so hard for you..."

"Peg, don't cry." Steve pulled away for a moment before pulling her chin up to kiss her, "Please.." he whispered and pressed his lips against hers.

Natasha's mouth curled into a small smile, "Easy you two." She joked and walked to the desk to pick up a box of tissues, "You have your virtue to think about." she delivered them to Peggy.

Peggy rolled her eyes and looked over to Natasha, "Oh please." She wiped her eyes, careful of the Make up. "Steve… I expect you have a day planned ahead of you." She sniffed and looked up to Steve with a smile, "But do you think you could make room for me?"

Steve wrapped Peggy back in a hug, "Anything for you Peg. Anything."

Not the end. I promise.