I'm baaack! Sorry, It's been awhile. This chapter has been awhile in the making and I've been very busy, but it's here now! Enjoy!

"It's not as complicated as it sounds. You just need to make me some plastic pieces and attach them to my wing. I'll get you the specs when everything's less crazy. Once those pieces are attached, I should be able to fly to Stark to get my more permanent implants. I'll chill out there to recover for a bit, and then maybe come back. I don't know. I haven't really planned past the "get the implants" part."

It was Skye who spoke up next "But why do you need us to keep this top secret? You're a SHIELD agent. Shouldn't they know what you're doing?"

I scowled. "I'm only an agent because the director offered me these same implants. It's been months. He's still making excuses for why he's not even using one scientist to make them. So I'm using my sources and only sticking around to use theirs."

I could tell they were stunned and distrustful. I mean I guess I would be too. You meet somebody for the first time and they ask you to hide things from people they trust. Why did I think this was a good idea?

"Hey, we can talk about this later. You set up the communications or examine my wing or whatever you guys need to do. I'm just the skinny muscle."

After a conversation of glances, Fitz headed off to the communication center on the upper floor, and Simmons approached me and began looking closely at my wing.

Skye just kinda stood there awkwardly, before heading to join Fitz.

"So what actually happened on that helicarrier?" Simmon's voice was almost a whisper as she carefully touched my wing.

I was confused, "What do you mean?"

"During the battle of New York. Do you know what happened when Coulson died?"

Oh, that makes sense to ask. "Yeah. I walked into the room right as he got stabbed by Loki. Seeing him made me angrier, which caused me to be reckless. Being reckless got me this wound. This wound made me be off my game during the battle, so it got much worse."

Simmons nodded, "That looks fairly accurate. The main wound itself is fairly clean, but the rest of the wing around it is ragged. I think the best way to let it get better is just to let it air out. Try not to cover it if you can."

I smiled. "I think I can do that. My wings are much easier to deal with that way."

She gave a nervous smile before heading off to join all the others in communications. Yeah I'm extremely feared. They even like May better than me. But they don't really know me.

I rolled my shoulders and started to the stairs. I then decided to go get changed. Putting on tight clothing with huge-ass wings can be an unnecessarily long progress.

By time I had on my tight catsuit, Coulson and Ward were back from finding the location that we would raid. Everyone was gone suiting up, so I went to retrieve my spear. I hadn't used it outside of practice since New York, and Tony had redesigned it for me. The points were at a different angle and were made of a stronger material. He said that it had traces of adamantium and vibranium, and I didn't need any reminder to know exactly how strong that was.

As I held the cool metal in my hands, my memory flashed back to New York. While I didn't have PTSD like Tony, but I still had issues beyond my wing. I could still see all the details of that brain attack mid battle. All the Chitauri ranks, hierarchy, biology, battle formations, culture, history. Everything. And I couldn't tell anyone. SHIELD doesn't know about my brain attacks, and I wasn't planning on letting them know. If they figured out that I could get information like that, I would never be allowed to leave. I'm barely allowed to leave as is.

And with that thought, everyone began to gather in the back of the plane. As we all gathered, FitzSimmons were drooling over Peterson. I mean, its not like he's bad looking. He's really attractive. Just, not my type. Because, clearly, I have a type. Obviously. Psh.

"This time, I want answers. Means we go in quiet, do minimal damage to the facility and the people inside"

Coulson then began passing out orders, I would go with him and Peterson through the loading dock. Clearly, we're the attack team. I'm glad though, that means I can finally move my muscles after being trapped in this flying can.

As we entered the warehouse, everything seemed empty and abandoned. Coulson asked Simmons if there was anyone else, and she responded that there wasn't. But something didn't quite seem right. When the team decided to call the cell phone we traced, I tightened my grip on my spear.

And at that moment, the doors to the storage container were ripped outwards and a soldier stepped out and threw the bin at us. As soon as Peterson stopped it from crushing us, I used my wings and kept on top of it. They may be stronger than me, but I was faster and more experienced. Plus, even though I couldn't fully fly, I would have an advantage in the air. But how to get them in the air...

As I was contemplating this, one of the centipede soldiers decided to climb on the storage bin with me. Oh well, looks like I better get into the action. I work better on instinct anyways.

Once the soldier found his footing, he ran at me. Once he was within range, I hit him as hard as I could with my spear. It looks like I cut his face. Here's hoping there's no healing factor. When he was still reeling, I flared my wings to gain the extra momentum to swoop down on him. At the last moment, he rolled out of the way, causing my spear to pierce the metal beneath him. A growl erupted from my throat, and I pulled the spear out of its hole. Once I turned to strike, everything fell to instinct. As I lashed out, stabbing and snarling, my brain seemed to take a backseat. Just like New York, I felt like I wasn't in control. I, seemingly, had been shoved into the back of my own mind. It felt like I was possessed or mind controlled or something. And honestly, it scared the shit out of me.

And through this entire attack of fear, my body kept attacking.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I wonder what's controlling Max... ehehehehehehe

I want to know though, do you want me to keep following AOS, or pull away at best opportunity?

Anyways, please review. It actually does motivate me to keep writing.