AN: This is a short filler while I work on the actual continued chapter, I will work on a longer chapter to continue the previous chapter! AN responses will go there too!

On Laura Kinney's 13th birthday, the former child SHIELD captive stayed up late, watching the clock tick to 12, before settling down in her bed, making sure her pimp, Zebra Daddy, the coke-sniffing lanky man, was asleep. Stretching her fingers out, she felt a sharp quick pain and metal-coated claws shot out of her knuckles.

Polishing it habitually with her cheap duvet, she looked at her reflection in the lethal weapons and hummed the happy birthday song she had heard a few times before.

Lifting up her left sleeve, she crossed up her arms in straight, neat, precise and perfectly even, identical lines. It hurt, she certainly still had human sensations.

On the 13th bleeding line, she dared to push in deeper, really feeling her claw hit something. She continued to hum happy birthday to herself, and watched as the skin on her bleeding arm closed up one by one, in a zipper like fashion.

She couldn't be hurt, she could only hurt others, she could only be hurt temporarily, but the wounds always closed back up before she could swallow what had happened.

The worst was being a human slave to men, that did something to her inside, her darkness was not immune to the indignity.