Jamie: Don't ask. I don't know why Keeper picked this song.
Keeper: Because you and the Legends have been through a lot of changes recently! The title is literally: Changes!
Jamie: DON'T CALL US THAT! I don't think David Bowie was going for what you're thinking when he made the song.
Keeper: Shut up and do the disclaimer.
Jamie: *sighs* Keeper only owns what's not owned by anyone else. *Keeper slides paper over* And she says that it's rated T for language and violence.
"I still don't know what I was waiting for and my time was running wild. A million dead-end streets. Every time I thought I'd got it made, it seemed the taste was not so sweet." -David Bowie, Changes
Jamie Hill accepted the money from the eager customer and handed him his food and change. Of all the things she thought she would aspire to, a McDonald's employee was not one of them. Her time was almost up in the God-forsaken place when she saw her. A stupid teenager.
She was wearing a Captain America hoodie.
Gripping the counter tightly, she called to Alyssa, "Cover for me!" Then hurried to the bathroom.
Scrambling into a stall, she clutched the edges of the toilet in preparation for her loss in the battle against her post-traumatic stress. Her mind flashed through the last two years—since New York—and re-watched her world come crashing down.
Dr. Chelsea Marx admitted to convincing Danielle Jones to commit suicide. Danielle had been confirmed as the second Iron Man and her body had not been recovered. Horrified and angry, Alex and Jamie had threatened her and told her to disappear and never reappear, else risk certain death. They managed as a team of two for a while until Alex stumbled on to Phil Coulson. Furious, that she was kept in the dark about his death, or lack thereof, she changed her name back to Middleton, turned in her ID and vanished. This left Jamie alone to deal with her unstable boyfriend: Steve Rogers.
Then, he did something unforgivable. So she left.
The Legends died.
Jamie had managed to pick up one of Danielle's old aliases, Rachael Bond, and got a job where no one would find her. She told the management that she had served in Afghanistan where she earned her PTSD so the other workers had been given instructions on what to do when she went into one of her episodes.
She could hide in the bathroom as long as she wanted. But if she waited there too long, Danielle would appear.
No one knew how Danielle had gained the nickname 'Danny Boy' except for Jamie because she had made it up. On her very first mission, there had been a lot of violence, a lot of death. She couldn't take it. As she sobbed into her pillow on that first night, Danielle had come in and sang Danny Boy to her.
So would her ghost.
Therefore, she left the bathroom and resumed her job, ignoring the stares from her co-workers.
She had managed to avoid everyone in the fast-food restaurant until her phone buzzed. "Rachael Bond! What did I say about phone usage?"
Shit.
The rather…calloused, coach-like manager stepped forward and swiped her phone from her hand. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please allow me to apologize for the inconveinence this employee has imposed. Apparently, you were not as worthy of her time as the following message from," He glanced at the screen. "Nick F."
Her eyes widened. What did Fury want?
The manager continued. "This message says," His brows furrowed. "'Long live the Legends.'"
That was the emergency phrase.
It was code for haul ass, people really need your help. Jamie hadn't heard it in a long time. Could you declare something to live long if it was already dead? She was no legend.
Damn it, Fury. She thought. This had better be good for what I'm about to do.
"Give it back, Harrison." She growled, her hand extended to accept the device.
"You know the rules, now you either endure the consequences or get the pink slip." He replied.
"Shut up and give me the phone. Consider this my resignation."
"Miss Bond-"
In the blink of an eye, she had reached forward, took her phone and had flilpped him overhead on to a table. He groaned as she made for the door. "I can sue you for this, Bond, don't think you can walk away so easily!"
She stopped and turned on her heel, "My name is not Rachael Bond, you will never find nor hear from me again. If you try, you will die. My connections can make sure Harrison Clark never existed. Stay away and never, ever, threaten a veteran." Her exit would have been incredibly bad-ass if it wasn't for nerdy Robert Jameson who had wired the speakers to sing 'I'm lovin' it!' whenever the door opened.