Chelsea: Can I just ask all of you to not hunt me down and murder me...I'm kind of necessary for this story and I'm just an actress...

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"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind and sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take when people run in circles it's a very, very, mad world." -Mad World, Gary Jules

"You don't look comfortable," Bruce Banner said. He sat across the table from Chelsea. His calm smile managed to draw out her own and he took her hand which had rested on the table. Their rings made the tell-tale sound of metal on metal. They had been married for three months now, and argued over who was the better Dr. Banner.

"I don't think we should celebrate my birthday this year, I don't need anything special."

"And yet, come my birthday, you'll surprise me with a trip to Brazil. So enjoy this for me, if not for you." She smiled lightly and took off her glasses to clean them. The whole restaurant suddenly jerked forward, windows shattered and the contents of the table spilled on to the floor. Quick-thinking Bruce had pulled them both under the table. He took her into a protective embrace and they waited until the building stopped shaking to come out.

Chelsea scanned the interior of the building which was still standing. No one was seriously hurt, but there were a few people with glass embedded in their hands. "Can you take care of them?" She asked, gesturing to the frightened customers. He looked slightly green for a moment but a calm, reassuring hand on his shoulder and pressed against his cheek was enough to sooth him. "Can you do this or do you need me?"

He took a calm breath. "I can do this. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to check to see if anyone outside needs help." She explained as she headed out the door. About thirty yards from the restaurant was a newly formed crater. Some cars were sitting on the side of the road, but no one was in them; they had probably gone to get help. She made for the crater and waved the smoke away, peering inside. The form of a body reached her sight and she slid in, aiming to reach the body as quickly as possible.

She pulled a cloth from her purse and held it to her face, hoping it would keep out a good deal of smoke and ash. She fell to her knees at the body and felt for a pulse. It was present and steady, but faint. She turned over the body and stole a look at the face.

Her heart stopped. "Oh, my…" She blinked and tried to scrub away the ash from the face to see the features more clearly. "Oh, my-" There was a sharp pain in the back of her neck and she fell forward, unconscious.

"Hey there, Mrs. Banner, a lot's changed since we last spoke." Chelsea opened her eyes and found that she was in The Lounge on the Helicarrier. This was a dream. The Lounge was empty, though, save for her and none other than Danielle Jones who was walking around, waving a gun in the air.

"How…how did you know about me being married?"

Danielle winked and tapped her own head with the gun, "This is all in your head, Chels, I know everything." A chair appeared out of nowhere and she took a seat, straddling the back of the chair. "Now let's discuss."

Chelsea suddenly found that she was sitting on the horrible couch that was older than she was which had stood in the corner of The Lounge for years. "What are you talking about?"

"The Legends." She waved the gun around as though it was just a common, non-lethal object. "Athena the Great, sent away by her friends for committing a crime she didn't realize she was committing."

"I thought you were going to join Loki. If that happened, then we would've lost."

"Oh," She tsked. "But you didn't realize the painI was in! A real Romeo and Juliet!" She held the barrel of the gun to her head. "In reality, I was trying to save your life. But I died! So now, you get to hear my dying wish, O Wise Murderess!"

"Your dying wish?"

"I want you to reform The Legends. To become great one last time. You Veterans have slept long enough. Do you accept the challenge of redeeming yourself?"

Chelsea nodded hesitantly. "Sure. But what about-?"

"Oh, yes! That little crater snafu? That's not until later. You probably shouldn't tell anyone about it." She stood and turned as though to walk away. "Oh, and Chelsea? I want you to know that none of this was your fault. Everything was my decision and mine alone. Much like this." She raised the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

"No!"

"NO!" Chelsea woke up in her bed about twenty minutes from D.C. She grasped her head to ease the fierce headache and removed the covers from her sweaty body.

"Hey!" Bruce exclaimed upon entering the room. "Are you alright? How do you feel?"

"Fine, fine, I feel fine. What happened?"

He had her sit down. "It was a meteor, they're saying; big enough to leave an impact after making it through the atmosphere. No one seriously injured, no one died. I got us out before medics and police came in."

No one dead, no one seriously injured…

It troubled her. The body should have proved to have had at least a serious injury…unless it was missing. And the pain before she fell into unconsciousness? That was human made. She wanted more than anything to investigate it, but his next words took the notion out of her head.

"An old friend called; she really needs your help, Chelsea." He held out the phone to her and replayed the voicemail.

"Hey, Chelsea," The voice was hesitant, seasoned and old but unmistakably belonging to Jamie Hill. "It's been a long time, huh? Listen, I know we didn't really leave on good terms, I know we haven't talked since…you left, but something's come up. Nick Fury is dying and he said that you'd know what to do. Chels, something is very wrong. We need you. If you can help, get to the triskelion as fast as possible."

She locked eyes with Bruce in surprise. "Oh, God," She whispered. "Oh, Bruce, what do I do?"

"I think you know the answer to that." He replied, his hand running up and down her spine. "You've known it for a long time, now."