Author's note: Hey, Plumcot here! Thanks to everyone who favorite, reviewed and/or followed this story. You guys are the best! Now, I'm hoping to update every Tuesday and Thursday, if I can actually keep to that schedule. And I know, this chapter's short, but bear with me! It gets good soon. I just thought you might want a little backstory on Wendy's appearance..

Three months later. I had been living in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters for about, well, three months. Fury had me doing things like mopping floors and cooking food for the other residents. I had been such a good little girl that Phil had picked up some of my clothes from my apartment. I was wearing my good old turtleneck again. Well, sort of; it used to be a black turtleneck, but I ripped off the sleeves, the hem, and the collar, so now it was more of a warm tank top. He even brought my black cargo pants from my "Hero Outfit", and the black combat boots too. I looked in the mirror above the sink, in the bathroom adjacent to my "room", which was more like a closet. Jet black hair. Black eyes. Black outfit. I looked badass. I scrutinized the reflection. I once had a friend who had piercings, everywhere. I always thought it looked awesome, but I was too chicken to get anything anywhere but the lobes. I smiled at myself in the mirror. Light bulb. I strolled out of the room and into the hallway, knowing that if I meandered around enough I'd eventually run into Phil. I was right; I found him on the cargo deck, for whatever reason.

"Hey, Coulson!" I said, approaching him with a big smile on my face. He looked surprised.

"Trescott, what are you doing down here?" He asked.

"I was looking for you!" I walked up and gave him a quick hug. As I pulled away, my right eye twitched, and the right corner of my mouth lifted uncontrollably into a half-smile for just a second, a tic left over from the early days of the collar, when I was basically a live wire every minute of the day. Now it only served as a reminder.

"Um, um…" he stammered. "Do you need anything?" I looked up at the ceiling, as if in thought.

"You know what, I did, I did, but I can't remember what. It'll come to me sooner or later. Bye!" I left him to scratch his head over my behavior, as I walked off fondling the badge in my pocket, along with Phil's credit card and cell phone. "Sucker." I muttered under my breath. A few days later, I had Phil's credit card and phone safely returned, and a box of body jewelry hidden in my room. I stood in front of the mirror, holding the badge open in one hand so that the pin was bare, and holding an ice cube in the other. "Here goes nothing." I said to myself. I took a deep breath. And gave it my best shot. By the time I was done, I had five silver rings up and down each ear, one in the middle of my lower lip, one in my left nostril, two silver bars in my right eyebrow, one in my left, and one in my belly-button. Looking in the mirror, I liked what I saw. There was just one thing missing. Or, one thing too much. I gathered my hair behind my head, trying to see what it'd be like to cut it short. I took one look, and thought; why not? I rifled through my drawers and found a nail-clipper, the sharpest thing I had besides the badge. And I got to work.

"Hey, Bruce!" I said, swaggering into the lab. Bruce had his back turned to me, as he rifled around in a cardboard box full of files. "Need any help with anything?"

"Actually, yeah, I-" He cut short when he turned and saw my new look. Now, along with the piercings, I had cut short my hair into a sort of spiky pixie-cut. Of course, it had taken me hours with the clippers, and the piercings had hurt like crazy, but it was worth it to see the look on Bruce's face! His mouth gaped as he scanned me up and down. "Wendy, what did you do to yourself?"

"What, you don't like it?" I said, pouting.

"Never mind that, how did you get those piercings? Did you do them yourself?"

I smiled, mock-sheepishly. "That's very dangerous, Wendy. And you know the metal will only serve to better conduct the shocks from your collar?" I slammed my palm into my forehead.

"I'll go take them out." I said, leaving for my room.

"I do like them." Bruce said as I walked through the door. "The way they look, I mean." I just kept walking through the door. I couldn't help it; as soon as the door shut behind me, a huge smile spread across my face, and I strode down the hallways in the best mood I'd been in since I'd got there. Who cared about the damn shock collar? He liked my new look! He liked it! Now to see what Fury thought of it…