Hi, everyone! No, your eyes do not deceive you! ANOTHER FANFIC CHAPTER IN THE SAME DAY! This one was written up a while ago, and while it's short, it will contain some important things and shows Katie being pushed to new limits as Arthur begins his change into a less aggressive agent himself. Hope you all enjoy this second update. As always, I own NOTHING but my OC's. This is for FAN-Purpopses only, so PLEASE DON'T SUE! Other than that, enjoy.

The Spec-Ops Plane, Arthur William's Office…

Arthur sat across from Katie who kept constantly avoiding his gaze.

"You mind repeating that?" Arthur asked.

"I didn't steal your car to distract Agent Sitwell." Katie said louder so he could hear it more clearly, "I did it for myself because it seemed fun and I don't want to be in S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore."

Arthur sighed.

"Why would you do this?" Arthur asked, exhaustedly, "I was actually starting to believe in you, Katie! You disobeyed direct orders and almost got people killed as a result of your incompetence. Why?! And don't tell me it was because you thought you were doing bad. You were breaking new records, Katie! You…"

"I DID IT BECAUSE THEY LAUGHED AT ME!" Katie yelled.

Arthur was taken back.

"I'm sorry?" He asked.

"They were all laughing at me!" Katie said, with a bit of tears starting to swell up in her eyes, "The other recruits! Even the nice ones! I overheard them saying how I wasn't good enough! That I didn't have the skills, or the brains, or the right idea of mission parameters…"

She stopped and covered her face with her palms.

And for the first time, Arthur Williams actually felt sorry for Katie Sheila.

"No." She said, "I don't want to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent or a Rising Tide member anymore. I thought I could make it but I…I'm just a street girl. I'm not like you and I never will be. Those two girls I was with? Their names are Abby and Tabatha. They're two girls who are still at that orphanage I grew up in. They're good people, but they're obviously poor and often get harassed by the local drug dealer, Daryl. I try to make things better by stealing stuff for them, or just trying to have fun in general. But I realize now nothing I do makes a difference. The world just sees me as some scumbag and there's nowhere else for me to go. But home's the one place I don't get the wind kicked out of me for being poor, if I just do as I'm told."

Arthur just looked at her, allowing Katie to fight back the tears before he walked over to her.

"Hey." He said, putting his hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry. I think I know something that might help."

He got up and motioned over to his desk.

"Do you know why I keep all this stuff here?" He asked.

Katie wiped her nose with her sleeve and looked confused. All that was there were just some old photos or some old plane models.

"No." She admitted.

"All this stuff is something I've brought for every salary my mission's paychecks allow me. For every forty-two times I've ever stopped a terrorist attack, I can afford enough to earn one model plane. For every seventy times I've disabled a rouge submarine, I can get one photo. The rest of my paycheck allows me to have a nice hotel when I'm off-duty and the rest I use for food and other necessities. I originally brought this stuff to fool the people at S.H.I.E.L.D. into thinking I was doing extra things outside of my job, but you've just helped me realize it served another purpose, Katie. It's a testament to the fact that as I've explained before, S.H.I.E.L.D. is nothing like an action movie where the main hero makes millions of dollars in one mission."

Katie looked at him confused, wondering why he was sharing this stuff with her.

"Wha?" She asked, "So you don't earn millions of dollars?"

Arthur chuckled lightly.

"No." He admitted, looking at her, "It's not as easy as it seems. That's something I should've told you earlier. Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent isn't about getting fast cars, or partying in nightclubs with unlimited cash. It's about helping those who can't afford it even if they don't realize it."

He put a hand on her shoulder.

"Look…" He said, "Would you stay on if I took you on as my apprentice full-time? I'd show you the ropes of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, take you out to the field on all the high-profile missions with me, show you the places to get your suits, explain how to talk properly and all that."

Katie looked at him amazed and was surprised when he actually gave a small smile.

"I'm sorry I misjudged you." He apologized, "I had problems fitting in when I first got recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. and it seems you're having the same problems. I can pull one final string to try and get you in, but I need you to agree to this if you're willing for one more chance."

Katie stood there thinking for a minute. Then she smiled.

"All right, I guess." She said, "I suppose I got nothing else to lose."

"Good girl." Arthur smiled.

Without warning, he threw his other back hand against Katie's neck. Seconds later, she felt a prick in her skin and was out cold before she hit the ground.

…...

Later, Japan…

Katie coughed as her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she felt was her body against a gravelly surface. It felt hard and rough. Getting up, she saw to her astonishment that she was standing in the middle of what appeared to be Tokyo without any clothing save for only a pair of underwear, some socks, and a bra.

Worst yet, there were already tourists and citizens stopping to point and laugh at her.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Katie declared, trying to cover herself up.

"Katie?" She heard Arthur's voice ask in her ear, "You're awake, I take it?"

"What the actual hell, Arthur?!" Katie demanded, "What's going on?!"

"I'm sorry, Katie." Arthur said, as apologetically as possible, "This is the only way I could find for you to stay in S.H.I.E.L.D. I convinced Hill and Hand for one final test as Director Fury has been absent as of late. This is the actual first S.H.I.E.L.D. mission where you're on your own, so don't expect me to hold your hand through this entire thing. The basic setup is that S.H.I.E.L.D. has tracked down an infamous businesswoman and you need to capture her and bring her back to the states before an innocent man is executed because of her. You also need to catch a plane back here to the states within 24 hours or you're done and there's no retries. The person's name is Melissa Gold, and somewhere where you are, you have an accomplice nearby who will give you the passport you need to come back to the states once you have Ms. Gold in custody."

At that moment, Katie heard a police siren as a Japanese Police Car pulled up.

"And I think that's going to be difficult to accomplish while you're explaining to the guards what you're doing here half-naked in the middle of Japan. Good luck, Katie. I believe in you." Arthur said as the transmission cut out.

At that moment, a Japanese Police officer got out and marched straight over to Katie.

"Jigoku anatahaderedsu ka?!" The man said.

"Uh…" Katie said, trying to think, "I'm sorry. I don't understand Japanese that well…"

"Jigoku anatahaderedsu ka?!" The man repeated, brandishing his gun at her.

Katie thought quickly, but then gave up.

"Oh, screw it." She declared, head-butting the guy.

"Alright." She said, taking his clothes, "Normally I wouldn't do this, but I need transport and clothes, so I kill two birds with one stone."

Within a few seconds, she was all dressed in the officers clothes and had him handcuffed to a nearby lamppost.

"Oaky," Katie said, looking at the GPS, "I might not remember the language, but there's no reason a keyboard shouldn't be built the same way as an English one is."

She typed in Mellisa Gold and found one address.

"God." She said to herself, "Please let me be right."

With that, she drove off.

….

Soon…

Katie pulled up to a giant mansion. It seemed like a cross between an American Millionaire Mansion and that of an ancient Japanese Palace like the ones she had seen in cartoons and anime when she was younger. As she parked the car, she heard something pounding in the back of the car.

"What the hell?" She asked.

Getting out, she opened the truck and was surprised to find a man who was tied up in rope bonds and a piece of duct tape on his mouth, lying in the trunk. He wore a fancy blue suit and red tie, and had tanned skin and short greying black hair.

"Ah." Katie said, as she began to untie him, "And who are you exactly?"

As she freed his hands and legs, she suddenly heard a voice calling out from the top of the mansion.

"Keisatsu! Wareware wa koko de keisatsu o mortte iru! Sorea o korosu!" A Japanese man in a well-tailored suit yelled, as more Japanese men dressed in similar fashion joined their friend and began firing at the two bellow.

"Dammit!" Katie swore as she and the man got back into the car and she sped off, "Who the hell is this woman?! Why is she doing this?!"

Katie heard the man from the trunk struggling in the backseat. She glanced behind her view in the rear-view mirror and saw him rip the piece of tape off from his mouth.

After taking a few deep breaths, he finally spoke and shocked Katie with what he said.

"Because this is the home of Melissa Gold, you moron!" He said, in a slight Japanese accent, "She's one of the world's leading drug extorters for MGH! The Mutant Growth Hormone! She's a drug lord!"

"Wait!" Katie declared, "You speak English?!"

"I never said I didn't." He replied, "Ibra Kanazaki. I was one of Ms. Gold's employees before she left me at a raid, and I was accused of the mastermind behind the operation. You are?"

Katie paused for a second and replied.

"Katie Shiela. Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." She introduced, "At least I will be if I can just find a way to bust in there and…"

Suddenly, a thought struck her mind.

"Wait…" She asked, "You've got any weapons in this thing? Any flash bang devices?"

"Yes. They're in the trunk under a secret compartment." Mr. Kanazaki answered, "What were you thinking?"

Soon…

"Now we will find this policewoman imminently." Melissa gold told her fellow bodyguard in their native Japanese language, "Then we will see just how this policewoman managed to track me down and…"

She was cut off by the sound of an explosion, followed by rapid gun fire from outside and then machine guns bursting inside the room as all of the other bodyguards dropped to the ground dead.

Melissa Gold frowned as she looked up to see the young policewoman whom she just now noticed wasn't even Japanese, holding the guns to her.

"Okay," Katie asked, "I'm running a bit late on time here, so I gotta ask…do you have a chopper we can get to?"

….

The Hub, Later…

Arthur Williams stood in the hangar right next to Phil Coulson, who was taking some R&R time with his team before they headed out. Phil had left with his team disobeying orders to save Fitz and Ward, and it looked like Arthur's work paid off in the end. Now it was time to see if Katie could complete her own mission on her own.

"Mind if I join?" A new voice asked.

The two turned to see Grant Ward heading towards them.

"Ward." Arthur nodded.

"Williams." Ward replied.

"It's quite all right, Ward." Phil replied, "We're just waiting for Arthur's protégé to return from her mission of retrieving Melissa Gold."

"She's not gonna make it." Ward said, "No offense, Williams, but she stole your car and smashed it up bad. She seems like a walking time bomb that's waiting to go off. And if she isn't back within the next ten minutes…it doesn't look like she's really S.H.I.E.L.D. material after all."

"Funny." Arthur said, "I think I read somewhere you said the same thing about Skye and now it looks like you're trying to play the Football Jock to her Cheerleader."

Ward was about to say something, when suddenly a plane zoomed into the area.

"Hold your fire." Arthur said, as the other armed agents ran into the room.

The doors opened, as the agents grabbed their guns, preparing for the worst. To their surprise, however, Mellissa Gold emerged, handcuffed and with a piece of tape over her mouth. Katie emerged from the plane wearing the garb of a Japanese Policeman, leading her to the agents.

"What kind of Criminal Drug Lord doesn't have a plane?" Katie grinned.

"What the hell…?" Ward declared, utterly shocked and horrified at the same time, "How? How did you do it?"

"I took all that I learned and applied it to every action film I watched, and then did the rest on my own." Katie said, smiling before turning to Arthur, "Oh, and I set the victim free and he's back home with his wife and kids now. All charges have been dropped. The local police found a number of documents proving the man's innocence and the confirmation of Melissa Gold's actions."

"You see, Ward?" Coulson asked, "Arthur was right. Sometimes putting your faith in something besides the system does turn out for the best."

She looked back at Ward.

"Wait! You're Agent Ward? The guy who accused Arthur of taking steroids when he beat you in a race?" She asked surprised, "You actually look a bit…laid back than I imagined."

Arthur smiled back at her.

"Well done, Katie." He said putting his hand on her shoulder, "Now how about we get you fixed up?"

He walked with her back to his plane, but turned his head so he could give one last message.

"See you, Phil." He responded, "Nice chat, Ward."

….

Later…

Things had been pretty nice since the incident in the hub over the last few weeks. News had been relatively quiet, and so this gave Arthur the perfect opportunity to keep Katie in shape and hone her senses.

Since then, Arthur had helped her study the ways of proper posture, speech, and etiquettes with some side help from Jessica and Faye. Katie had learned the proper walk of an agent without looking too inconspicuous, but at the same time had a feeling that demanded authority be given to her. She had also learned the proper way of eating which would be how to sit at a table with the wrists touching the table and not the hands or elbows. Anything else would be unacceptable.

That was just one of the many tricks to being an agent that Katie had learned.

Now, Katie was ready for her first official suit and makeover.

Arthur sat in the waiting room of the location of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s official tailor. Katie was imminently given a list to look over as Arthur waited outside for her to finish. He made sure to give the tailors the specific instructions as to what dress she should wear and how it should look on her, as well as her appearance from now on.

He smiled to himself as his phone showed him the latest data. He had been on the lead of this case involving his Mother, and it appeared that he finally had a break in the case. At that moment, one of the dressers emerged from the room and nodded at him, indicating Katie's tailoring and make-up was done. Arthur nodded back and Katie was brought out from the dressing room.

Arthur was impressed with the work that was done on her.

Katie was now dressed in a gray-blue suit and pants with a white dress shirt worn underneath. She also wore a blue-and-white striped tie and a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent's Standard Multi-tool kit pocket watch. On her feet were a pair of black Oxford shoes which almost seemed to shine brightly. Additionally, Katie's hair had been straightened out and her face seemed more clear than usual.

"We've given her some extra makeup and redone her hair for the effect, as you requested, Agent Williams." One of the tailors responded, emerging from behind the curtains, "Oh, and we gave her the secret gun case you requested, so everything she's carrying looks dangerous."

Katie put one hand on her hip, smiling.

"What do you think?" She asked.

Arthur smiled.

"That'll do." He said, "Now let's get your gear."

Later, Brooklyn Antiques…

Arthur and Katie walked into the store where an old woman was looking after the counter.

"Morning." Arthur greeted, "We're here for Item 84."

The woman smiled, but Katie could tell there was a suspicious look to her.

"Silver or Bronze?" The woman asked.

"Neither." Arthur answered, "Gold."

The woman's suspicious eyes suddenly faded and she gave an appropriate smile.

"Go right in, Mr. Williams." She said.

"Thank you." Arthur replied, leading Katie into a back room where a large mirror was hung on the wall from.

"Put your palm straight on the center of there." Arthur instructed.

Katie did so and to her shock, a green outline of her hand appeared on there.

"Welcome, Agent Katie Sheila." A female computer voice said, "Level 7. Field Agent."

With that, the mirror opened up revealing a secret room full of guns and other gadgets. A big grin suddenly appeared on Katie's Face.

"Oh, yes!" She declared, "Come. To. Mamma."

"You like it?" Arthur asked.

"Most definitely!" Katie declared, looking at all the objects around her.

"Hold still for a second." Arthur said. Katie did so as Arthur quickly took off her cufflinks and replaced it with new ones that looked similar to the one that he had taken off.

"Now." Arthur said, "Give your best impersonation of a scumbag millionaire's greeting."

Katie stood up straight and responded with extending her middle finger.

"Cute." Arthur said, sarcastically.

He brought his right arm up and turned the cufflink on his suit with his opposite hand. Suddenly, a sharp pin came up out of there.

"Woah!" Katie exclaimed, "That is cool!"

"To deactivate," Arthur explained, "Turn it the other way. This contains a special serum that renders all bodily function control of a person's body immobile for about 24 Hours."

"Sweet." Katie explained.

"So," Arthur smiled, "Shall we Agent Sheila?"

"Absolutely, Agent Williams." She replied with a grin.

….

Later, The Spec Ops Plane…

Needless to say, the rest of the team was impressed with Katie's new appearance and posture. Katie no longer walked like some shady street girl, but rather now walked with her stomach and backside tightened giving her an elegant walk resembling that of a gentlewoman. It was most fitting given her new outfit.

"You look good, Katie." Sabrina complimented.

"Feeling good." Katie replied.

"Alright." Arthur said, leading them into his office, "Here's our next mission. Based on the information I gathered at the Hub, it appears that we will be making a quick stop at San Diego."

"Why there?" Katie asked.

"Because apparently there's been something going down at Hammer Worldwide Systems that has me worried." Arthur said, spinning around to activate his TV screen. Instantly, an image came up of Justine and Sasha Hammer standing in front of a giant crowd by a podium.

"We spend over two-million-dollars each year on cellular communication." Sasha explained, "Each year, that price gets higher, and your phones get no guarantee that satellites will keep them in check with the growing threat of metahumans in this day and age."

"But now," Justine grinned, "For a limited Time, Hammer Worldwide Systems will be launching the first satellite which will be designed specifically with defense against any metahumans that threaten its continued existence. To celebrate the occasion, we will be selling five billion Hammer Worldwide System Smartphones with touch screen and internet for free wherever phones are sold."

There was a thunderous amount of applause, but Arthur posed, making a spit screen on Sasha and Justine Hammer and zooming close into their arms. Everyone gasped. There was a scar on their arms reminiscent of the one they had seen on the clone of Arthur's Mother.

"I'm going to handle Justine's Mom." He said, "Katie, you'll be having lunch with Sasha over at their estate while I see what kind of information I can get out of Mommy Hammer."

"Do you think either one of them is Igraine?" Faye asked.

"No." Arthur admitted, "But I have a feeling they might have an idea of who Igraine is. However, I'd like to keep this secret so as to not acknowledge this person if the Hammers are working for them."

He tossed Katie a folder which she caught.

"Kate," He said, "You will be looking over the info on where you have lunch with her and what to say. Keep in character, okay?"

"Just as long as you don't try and smooch with Mrs. Hammer, okay?" She winked.

"Very funny." Arthur replied sarcastically.

….

Later…

Katie sat in the limo across from Sasha Hammer. They had met around two hours ago, and Katie's cover story was that she had been assigned to talk with her about funding on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. to fund the group down there.

"I'm surprised you have enough money to fund our project, Ms. Shiela." Sasha admitted, as the limo took a right turn.

"Well," Katie smiled, working her lies, "It seems fitting now that I've been given a promotion. Did you know we actually make all of our money from the people at Red Cross and Goodwill Aids?"

"Ha!" Sasha laughed, buying Katie's cover-up story, "Amazing what America will do nowadays, right?"

"Well." Katie said, "Do we have a deal?"

Sasha looked a bit regrettable, and turned away. It was then that Katie noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

Sasha was holding the back of her head, but she was tapping it gently. It was almost like she was doing it in Morse code. Sasha waited for a few minutes before looking at Katie again.

"Look." She said, "We're at lunch now, so why don't I fill you in after we fill up."

Katie felt honestly nervous like someone was about to pull a gun on her, but held her fears behind a curious face.

"Where are we, exactly?" She asked.

Suddenly, there was a squawking sound and then the sound of someone over a grainy loudspeaker.

"Hello. Welcome to Friendly's. How may we help you?"

"Uh, I'll have the number five salad." Sasha told them, "And you, Katie?"

"I'll have the same as well." Katie told her.

Sasha nodded.

"Good choice." She said.

….

Later, the Spec-Ops Plane…

Katie re-entered the meeting room. She had lunch with Sasha and unfortunately nothing came up in the meeting other than the facts that Sasha was a pawn in this plan by this Igraine person, and that they could apparently communicate using morose code. Fortunately, that little information was helping Arthur as he fed the facts he had retrieved into the Spec-Ops Bus computers. Katie had also been polite when leaving Sasha following their lunch and discussions, thanking her for being such a "friendly" person. It felt good to use that kind of classic spy wit in the field when something didn't go as planned.

Apparently, Arthur got more or less of the same.

Finally, some information came up on Arthur's screens.

"Okay." He said, "So far, what we know is that based on this communication we discovered, whoever this Igraine person is, they've gotten ties to Project Centipede."

"What's Project Centipede?" Katie asked.

"What Agent Coulson's team's been looking into." Arthur explained, "I put in a call to Phil and his team, but they aren't responding right now. Last I heard though, they were on a mission with Mike Peterson. One of those recruits who gets recruited to S.H.I.E.L.D. after spending enough time at a bad organization to know to stop and use their gifts to help us. Point being, we know it's Centipede based on the form of communication they were using."

Arthur pulled up a holographic image of a cybernetic-like eyeball.

"This," Arthur explained, "Was what Coulson's team reported Centipede's victims were using. It apparently allows people to 'see' what poor test subject gets this stuck in their eye, and receive instructions through the eye that only the wearer can see."

"So what's our next move?" Faye asked.

"We'll know as soon as Agent Coulson and his team respond." Arthur said.

Just then, a logo appeared on the holograms indicating a message from Coulson.

"Right on time." Arthur smiled, opening the communications, "Ah, Agent Coulson. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Arthur!" May's voice replied, "Agent Coulson's missing."

The entire Spec-Ops Plane Inhabitants looked at the communications hologram shocked.

"WHAT?!" Arthur demanded.

"He was picked up a while ago when Centipede tried blackmailing Mike Peterson into working for them again. They then asked for Coulson and he gave himself over willingly, and they killed Mike shortly afterwards. We're mobilizing all available agents now."

"Right, Agent May." Arthur said, "Just tell us where you need us to be and…"

There was a sudden burst of static as the hologram suddenly went into a static screen.

"Agent May?" Arthur asked, becoming concerned, "AGENT MAY, RESPOND!"

He was met with the hissing and crackling of static for a full minute before a voice spoke. It sounded almost nerdy-like mixed with a bit of an electronic voice-box filterer.

"Hello, Agents." The voice said, "Is this a bad time?"

"What the hell?!" Bruce asked, "How'd this happen?! We put in security measures!"

"Oh, your little security was quite easy for us to bypass." The voice responded, "But enough about that."

"Yeah." Arthur said, "So whom are we talking to?!"

"Just refer to us as the Trinity of Torture." The voice responded, "We come bearing a game for you, Agent Williams. Courtesy of your…accomplice Igraine. It's a little game that should not take any more of your time and before you know it, you'll be back and tracking down Agent Coulson again. Oh, and don't try tracking us. You won't find us anywhere on the map."

Arthur groaned, as he saw all attempts to trace the call ended with failure.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Come to Bethel, Maine." The voice said, "Address is 10239, Vineword Rd. If you're confused, I'm sure your team biologist would be more than happy to explain. See you soon, Arthur Williams."

With that, the feed was lost, and the team could hear May's voice fading back in.

"-MS! Can you hear me?"

"May…" Arthur said, sighing, "We just had a break-in from Igraine. We're going to investigate."

"Out of the question." May replied, "Whoever broke in wants you to be distracted…"

"They mentioned Coulson meaning they must know where he's being held." Arthur explained, "You do your part, and we'll see where ours leads us."

There was a pause before May responded.

"Very well." She said, "Good luck, Arthur."

"And to you, May."

With that, he turned to Sabrina who was backing away from the team nervously.

"Something you'd like to explain, Sabrina?" He asked.

So another cliffhanger, folks. This next chapter might take longer to write, but I promise I will try to get it out as soon as possible. Until then, reviews and comments are appreciated! Hope you enjoyed! And as always, I own NOTHING. This is for FAN-Purposes only, so PLEASE DON'T SUE!