saralahnce:

When I woke up, my parents were dead. I wasn’t so lucky. They call it “Molecular Disequilibrium.” A rather dull name, I think. Doesn’t quite do justice to what it means. Every cell, in my body, is torn apart and stitched back together … Dr. Foster did his best to keep me safe. But others at S.H.I.E.L.D. saw an opportunity in my affliction. They built me a containment suit so I can control my phasing. And trained me to be a stealth operative. They weaponized me. I stole for them, spied for them… I killed for them. And in exchange for my soul, they were going to cure me. They lied.

(Source: chloefrazcr)