Grant makes her more perfect

The perfect agent. That was what Grant wanted from May. And he was nearly there. Only a few more things had to be changed.

"May, you don't remember anything about your past. You are not aware that you have a family, that you have friends. You have no memories, only loyalty."

Melinda May blinked. In an instant, her life was gone. Ballet dancing when she was ten, vanished. Picking herself up after Ice skating while her parents cheered her on, gone. Meeting Phil Coulson, the man she valued most in the world, destroyed.

All that she could hold onto was her loyalty to one man. Nothing else mattered anyway. Only him. Only Grant Ward. And he was speaking.

"You have no desires of your own, no passions. You have no identity. No name. You are known as Agent, nothing else. Everything about you is indistinguishable. You are generic. A white woman in her thirties, only noticeable because she is attractive."

The Agent knew all this to be true. She didn't know who she was, or where she came from. She didn't care. Serving Grant Ward was all that mattered.

"In fact, you are covered in latex, from head to toe. The only parts of you that are exposed are your mouth, your pussy, and your asshole."

The Agent did nothing as Grant spoke. She listened.

"Every person you touch will become identical to you, in body, clothing, and mind, except for me. So will every person they touch, except for me, and so on. Go convert S.H.I.E.L.D."

The Agent obeyed.