Jamie: I said I don't want to do these things.

Keeper: Chelsea, would you do the disclaimer?

Chelsea: No, thank you, I'm kind of in the middle of something. *She glances up from open heart surgery* It's not the best time.

Keeper: *groans* I liked you better when you were a team and Jamie was happy-go-lucky and Chelsea was a funny smart-arse. Fine. I only own what's mine and my obnoxious girls don't necessarily have to count if they're in stupid moods.

"When my time comes, forget the wrongs that I've done, help me leave behind a reason to be missed. Don't resent me and when you're feeling empty keep me in your memories, leave out all the rest. Leave out all the rest." -Linkin Park, Leave Out All the Rest

Jamie groaned as she woke, a bright light seemed to exist only to make her miserable. She blinked twice before sitting up. "I'm glad to see you're awake." She cracked an eye open and stifled a groan of annoyance. Steve Rogers sure knew when to show up.

She promptly ignored him and pulled out the IV in her arm. Due to the amount of morphine, she couldn't even feel it. She sat up and bit her tongue when she felt the jarring inside her and instantly knew that a rib had been broken. So that's why she needed all the morphine: that damn shield had broken a rib!

"I don't think you should be doing that-"

"Can it, Steve, you know nothing about me." She growled and swung her legs over the side. One foot on the cool tile, the other. Pressure. It felt like her insides were tossed in a blender, and then pain came in like a dull ache. "Where are my clothes?" She had always hated the hospital gowns. It made her feel confined.

She spotted them lying on the counter and began her trek to reach them. "Why are these here? Usually they keep them away until you're fully recovered."

"Because you have a great doctor who knows you too well." Upon reaching her clothes, she took hold of the counter to rest and allowed her gaze to shift to the doorway where Chelsea leaned against the door frame.

Jamie didn't know what to expect when she saw Chelsea again; she didn't know how she would react.

She just nodded her thanks and looked away. She assumed the job of putting on her clothes under her gown. "How's Fury?" She whispered, her voice cracked as memories of friends, family and death overcame her.

"I did everything I could for him," She explained, hoping that Jamie couldn't detect the lack of some truth to her words. "He's going through the surgery, now. If he pulls through, he'll live. If not…"

Jamie nodded. Chelsea went to leave when she forced words to pass her lips. "Thank you, Marx. For trying."

She smiled faintly. "You're welcome, Hill, but you should probably know that my name's Chelsea Banner."

Jamie raised an eyebrow. Two years ago, she would've been bouncing off the walls in happiness. Now, she simply nodded. The Doctor left and she and Steve were left to the room alone. "Let's go see Fury."

"I don't think that's a good idea, especially in your condition." Steve protested, stepping in front of the door before she limped to it.

"You've got to trust me, Steve." She said. "I know I've no business trusting you, but I've never done anything to wane your faith in me. Besides, Danielle walked away with broken bones and fractures all the time to do what was necessary for a mission. I'm just asking to go be there for him."

"You're not Danielle, Jamie. You can't replace her no matter how much you want to."

"I'm not trying to replace her!" She exclaimed. "Danielle was a normal person. There was no super-soldier serum, no experiments, no chemical mixtures gone wrong. She was trained from birth. She was determined. She walked away from injuries that put other agents in the infirmary for months without anything special to help her. If she can do that, I can go in there and make sure he's okay."

He sighed and opened the door. "Alright, but only if you let me help you and you sit down the whole time we're there."

She didn't acknowledge him, but accepted his extended arm which she used as a crutch. Together, they made their way to the viewing room where they could watch over Fury as the doctors tried to save his life. She knew that he was walking far slower than usual and she was grateful for it, but she would never tell him that. Not anymore.

When they entered the viewing room, Jamie locked eyes with Natasha as she was helped into a chair. The assassin smiled faintly, "It's good to have you back, Persephone."

She offered a light, but fake, smile in return, hoping she couldn't spy the anger in her eyes. "Don't call me that."

Chelsea took a seat beside her while Steve went to go stand beside the window. "Fury called you Athena." Jamie whispered. Even saying the name of another Legend threatened to bring her to her knees in haunting memories. "Why is he so desperate to get us back together and if he brought us into it, where's Alex?"

"I think he suffers from PTSD, just like the rest of us." Chelsea explained, not looking at the questioning Jamie who wanted to know how Chelsea knew about her PTSD. She could probably tell just by looking at her. "We all know how close he and Danielle were, there were even rumors that she was a higher clearance level than she said. It's my theory that he was so attached to her and her life style that losing her took out a chunk of his sense. I think he's trying to get as close to her as possible, even though it's not possible at all."

"But now we have the USB to worry about." Jamie whispered. Her thoughts went to the messages Fury showed her back at Steve's apartment. "Among other things. You'd think he planned this because you and I are here, getting ready to go on one more mission."

There was suddenly a loud and violent, repetitive beeping noise. Chelsea jumped up and ran into the room, scrambling around frantically in an effort to bring Fury back. Jamie pulled herself to her feet and went to stand beside Steve, watching, hoping…

Chelsea looked up and locked eyes with Jamie. She barely moved, but Jamie could see the slight shake of the doctor's head. She sunk to her knees as the knowledge slammed into her chest, leaving her more breathless than when she had taken the shield to her gut. Nick Fury was dead.