Okie dokie, Legends, assemble! I own nothing save Jamie, Chelsea, Alex and Danny Boy, whom you'll get to meet in a moment and also whom will probably be doing the disclaimers and information up here every now and again :D I hope you enjoy and for anybody who's looking for a little more information on The Legends, there is a profile of them on my profile! Enjoy! ~A Keeper
"I might just lose my mind and never get it back," -Persona, Blue Man Group
"Hey, Danielle, Alex, how was Monte Carlo?" Twenty-four year old Jamie Hill said as she joined the agents in the debriefing room after the mission she had not been invited to. Twenty-five year old Danielle Jones looked ever apathetic as she rubbed her temples.
"I had fun," Twenty-two year old Alexandra Middleton said with a mischievous smile as she cast a playful glance towards Danielle.
"Of course you did," She muttered in reply. "You got to play at the casino while searching for your target. I had to knowingly take that stupid drug-laced drink to get to their headquarters." She shot a glare which turned into a scowl.
"Guess what time it is," Twenty-three year old Dr. Chelsea Marx said with a knowing smile as she approached Danielle who was just having one of those days.
She proceeded to bang her head on the table once before groaning, "Ugh, that was not a good idea."
"Sorry, Fury's orders. You need to get that drug out of your system and I'm the doctor that got tasked with it."
"Just hurry up. I hate check ups and I have work to do."
Chelsea laughed, "Don't worry, no needles."
Danielle, Jamie, Alex and Chelsea were the Legends, a secret team of highly trained agents who were used in nearly every form of work the agency could provide. The Legends got their name after their code names were assigned: Danielle became Hestia, intelligent, constantly having a bad day, and was the older sister to the others. Jamie was Persephone, a fun-loving, chaos-prone girl who had the capability of brightening anyone's day. Alex became Artemis, though she was not very skilled with a bow. She was the brick wall that pretty much helped to hold at least everyone in SHIELD up whenever they were having troubles. Danielle and Alex lived off of each other—they both needed each other. Last, but not least, Dr. Chelsea Marx was the sense of the group. She was the one that needed to be there to keep the others from doing stupid things and stupidly dangerous things.
"Oh, Davy Jones!" Jamie called in a sing-song tone as she entered The Lounge. "Guess who I met!"
Danielle looked up from her armchair surrounded by papers, books and files with a scowl and a half-glare at her nickname. "Is it someone famous?" She asked through her teeth which clenched her pen.
"Yep," Jamie said, rocking on the balls of her feet like a five-year old. Alex rolled her eyes, but a smile graced her face at the childish display. She looked to Danielle, almost as if to ask her to play along, though the death glare made her rethink how badly Jamie needed to play the guessing game.
"Is he a genius?"
"You bet!"
Chelsea smiled from her computer at Jamie's enthusiasm and Danielle's lack thereof. "It's Tony Stark, isn't it?" She said, taking the pen from her mouth and jotting a note on a paper without looking up at the flustered girl. She honestly didn't know how she always got stuck completing the paperwork for the entire team. Wasn't Chelsea supposed to nag Alex and Jamie into doing their own work?
"How'd you know?" Jamie asked, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.
"Because I've met him before."
"What?!" She looked around at her three team mates who were chuckling and giving her sympathetic smirks. "Wait, all three of you have met him?"
"Yeah, sorry, Jamie." Alex said with a knowing smile.
"How? When?"
"Well, I was put on the Stark missions with Phil," Alex replied, only to receive a burst of "Aw!" from the others who knew well enough of her crush on the agent.
"I did a bunch of his medical work and research after we found out about the magnet in his chest." Chelsea said, and understanding look in her eyes from behind her glasses.
"Okay, what about you, Danny?"
"First, don't call me that. Second, don't get me started on the egomaniac; I was with Natasha on the last Stark deal when he thought it was funny to enter the Moroccan race thing. It was a pain not being able to talk to Alex or Coulson let alone watch him. After that, then Fury put me on babysitting duty when he became the consultant."
Alex shook her head and snorted while Jamie and Chelsea looked at her with surprise in their wide eyes. "Why didn't we know about this before?"
Danielle leaned her head back and covered her eyes with an arm. Groaning, she held up her ID card which had a shiny '09' right beside her name. "Higher clearance level."
The Lounge was an abandoned office at SHIELD's home base as well as an old storage room on the helicarrier that the girls had transformed into a common meeting/sleeping place for their personal use. Both rooms on both bases were nearly identical with the main room an equal square which had two rooms parallel on the sides and a door into the hallway at the front. The room was the standard gray of the agency and the carpet was black. Originally, Jamie was planning on painting it some flamboyant color, but Fury had gone against it. Instead, Jamie, who was in charge of bringing in the furniture, used her pay check to buy a lime green couch, a light blue desk and a pair of maize armchairs that didn't match any other bit of the entire place. The two rooms on the sides were for sleeping, relaxation and to hold the souvenirs from years of service. One room was shared by Danielle and Alex and the other was for Jamie and Chelsea.
All the girls were different, yet fit together like puzzle pieces.
Danielle had grown up with SHIELD since she was six and had the most secrets—and clearance. Alex had joined about six years ago after she was involved in a HYDRA take down and never went back. Jamie grew up as an experiment, though scientists have yet to see any affects of the experimentation aside from kick-butt spy skills. Chelsea was the newest. She had been there for about three years, but she was a genius and the girls took her in in no time flat.
They were a group to be feared and loved and they were one of SHIELD's greatest weapons.
They were unstoppable.
Or so they thought.
"Alright, I'm exhausted, good night!" Danielle exclaimed, tossing another file into the "complete" pile for one of the mail boys to take when they made their usual runs. She jumped up joyfully, and nearly sprinted to her room. Being a SHIELD agent isn't all it's cracked up to be.
"Night, Danielle!"
"See you later, Danny!"
"Sweet dreams, Davy Jones!"
She hated Jamie's little farewell. Not because of the stupid nickname that had taken root, but because she knew she would dream, but it wouldn't be sweet. She climbed into her silly SHIELD standard bed and closed her eyes, falling asleep when her head hit the pillow.
"There you are, I've been looking for you." She'd recognized that rich accent anywhere and slowly peeled her eyes open. She wasn't in her bed at The Lounge at SHIELD's home base, she was lying on a rather lumpy bed in the same cabin in the middle of nowhere she's appeared in for the last four years.
"Loki, I appear on this bed each time I come here, how could you possibly be looking for me?"
She looked up at the devious man through one eye while the other remained squinted shut. He shook his head and smiled one of those stupidly adorable half-smiles. "Are you going to get up or am I going to have to make you?"
The little cabin lacked a kitchen and bathroom—the two things they didn't need in their dream. It was log cabin with a fire place on the same side as the door that opened into the woods that never ended and never began. The furniture included a faded couch from at least 1925 and a plush rug upon the wood floor. There were two beds opposing each other, one with green covers and the other with gold. Danielle woke in the gold bed.
"Ugh, why can't I just have a peaceful night's rest for once?"
"Because, as you say more often than not, 'the world and everything in it hates you.'"
"Jerk."
"Be careful to whom you call jerk," He said playfully, then scooped her out of the bed, carrying her as she cried, "Loki? Loki! What on Earth are you doing?! No, no, no! Put me down! I-"
"If you insist," He dropped her upon the not-so-comfy rug and shot a glare at him.
"I swear on your silly, gold horns that I will get you back for that!"
"Oh, really?"
"Ah huh," She used her legs to trip him (to his surprise) and struggled briefly before pining his arms to the ground and sitting up on his chest. "Pinned you."
"I suppose you're enjoying this," He grunted, then flung her arms away, rolled atop her and pinned her. "But I prefer it when you're on your back and I have control."
"Yeah, I bet you like that." She leaned up and gave him a quick, passionate kiss which caught him by surprise—something she took advantage of and pushed him off before pinning him once more. "Pinned you again; you're losing your touch."
He smiled up at her and chuckled, ceasing to struggle as a silent submission.
Her smiled weakened and she released a nearly untraceable sigh before lying beside him, resting her head upon his chest. In the first year of their coexistence, they had hated each other and did everything in their power to avoid each other. In the second year, however, he saved her from being lost forever in the never ending woods and they developed a friendship. More recently did feelings of romanticism begin to stir and much more recently were those feelings addressed. "Where are you?" She whispered.
"I wish I could say," He replied, taking her hand and kissing her palm. "But I promise that I will come to you, soon enough."
"When?"
"Soon," He chuckled. "You'll have to be patient, my dear one."
She smiled at that. Most of her life, she had been broken and kicked and used and betrayed by nearly everyone, but what he had said—my dear one—that rang a bell in her heart. She was his and his only.
"'Til then," She whispered. A lonely tear slipped down her cheek as she closed her eyes to leave him once more and she felt his cold hand wipe it away.
He would always be there to wipe away her tears.
Always.
There was a rather loud knock on the door and Alex and Jamie broke into a run and, Alex being the first one there, opened the door to see Phil Coulson frozen in mid-knock. "Don't. Do that. Danielle's sleeping and you do not want to be in the middle of that angry mess."
"Sorry, Alex," He whispered and she couldn't help but blush. Out of the four girls and their numerous attempts to get him to call them by their first names, he only did so to her. "We can leave her if you want, but I need to take at least two of you out to the Tesseract, it's sparking and they want good protection if anything goes wrong."
"Well, since Danielle's asleep and Dr. Marx is working on a science project," She turned to her companion. "Jamie, come on."
Phil's eyes widened as he realized that he could very well become involved in another trivia dispute about Captain America. "Oh, you'll be fine." She hissed quietly, though she knew well enough that Jamie would instigate something stupid soon enough.
About two hours later, Danielle woke to find only Chelsea who was asleep at the computer, her face pressing the 'B' continuously.
Gently, she shook the good doctor awake. "How do you do it?" She murmured groggily.
"Do what?" She muttered with a smirk as she pushed the swivel chair and the tired doctor to the couch. She shoved Chelsea on to the faded plush in what was the most obvious act of compassion she had shown in a long while.
"Live off of eight hours of sleep a week?"
"Very carefully," She replied as she laid a blanket over her friend. "And years of practice."
"Of course."
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, before you pass out, where did the others go?"
"Phil wanted someone to go to the Dark Energy thingamabob, they'll get there tonight."
"Without me? Tsk, tsk, they should know better. I'll have to meet up with them."
