Literature
Commission for KoalaOShiz
It had been one year, three months, twelve days, three hours, and sixteen minutes since Fenzi had been taken off the streets and tucked away into the world's most classified agency. Not that she was complaining, mind you. She had never thought that she would end up on the streets to begin with, but life had a very different plan for her.
She laid on her bed, curled up and content, an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She couldn't remember exactly where S.H.I.E.L.D had found her, but Coulson had set her up with an apartment in the New York branch's office building. She wanted for nothing; any clothing she wanted, all of the cigarettes