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Chapter 6: Testing

The 'Radiation Testing' was basically putting me through a scanner, and seeing how much radiation I had in my body, except I had to do that 5 times to check for all the different types of radiation. They were checking for everything from gamma radiation to Tesseract radiation, not that they'd tell me that it was Tesseract radiation. I snuck a quick peek at the file when they weren't looking. It didn't say Tesseract Radiation, but it said Project Pegasus, which is what the other file said when it was talking about the Tesseract, so I was assuming that's what it meant.

The 'Intelligence Testing' was basically like an extremely long and complex IQ test. I answered every single question as honestly and quickly as I could, putting my best work in it. It took me 15 minutes to do over 250 questions. By the look on their faces, I could tell that I did that in record timing. By the way that they looked at me afterwards, I could tell that I did extremely well on it. That led to them giving me several more tests, and having similar reactions to my scores on those as well.

After that test they gave me a sheet of paper I'd have to fill out. It was listing things like fears, financial situation, contact information, and emergency contact information. I had to put Dina and Robert down as my emergency contacts. My financial situation was easy to gauge, since I did my own bills. My fears, well, those were harder. Most of those, I didn't want to list out, so I listed out what I thought was important; heights, falling, falling from heights, spiders, and snakes.

I had already gone through ¾ of the testing, before I actually asked their names. I was too worried that something would go wrong, that I had forgotten to ask them. How do you forget to ask people their names? Oh yeah, you're in a government building getting tested on while panicking that you're going to die.

"Um…what are your names?" I asked.

"Fitz." The man said.

"Simmons." The woman said, as soon as he finished saying his name. "Now, we're going to do the blood testing." I raised an eyebrow.

"Blood testing?" I said, "What kind of blood testing?"

"I'm going to take some blood and we're going to run some tests on it." She said. I nodded slowly.

Did I have reason to be worried? Probably not. Was I worried? Extremely. Especially since the nice lady pulled out a big needle. Usually that means you're either going night-night or you're about to die. Mine was somewhere along the second one.

27 minutes 42 seconds of excruciating pain later

"Ow!" I yelled for the 7th time, "You're supposed to be taking my blood, not repeatedly pricking me with a needle!"

"I'm sorry! I just can't find the vein!" Simmons snapped. Around the 3rd time she had done it, Fitz had given me a stress ball to take my anger out on. Around the 5th time, the stress ball was in a hundred pieces all over the floor. He was now in the process of cleaning up the floor while his friend continually pricked me with a needle and missed my vein.

"I don't know if you know this, but taking blood is not in my job description." She said nervously, as she tried to find the vein again.

"Then why are you doing it?" I asked. She didn't answer. "OW!" I yelled again, "THAT'S NOT MY VEIN! Why are you doing this?!"

"Because nobody else here knows how!" She yelled.

"I don't think you know how!" I protested.

"Give me the needle." Fitz said.

"No." She said, pulling her arm back.

"Jemma, give me the needle!" He yelled. I watched the scene unfold in front of me. They were wrestling over a needle. A needle that they were going to have to poke me with. It was a cross between funny and weird.

"Um…guys." I said, "That's a needle. Just get it in my vein and take some of my blood." I said, "I don't care who does it as long as it goes into my vein this time." She gave him the needle and he did it in one try.

"Thank you." I said, letting out a sigh of relief. I turned to look at Simmons, "By the way, you might want to work on that." I didn't mean that to be rude, but she really needed to work on that. She nodded.

"I know." She said, before going back to her files and walking off.

"Is that everything? Am I done here?" I asked, sticking some gauze and a Band-Aid on my arm.

"Yes, just go sit and wait for Agent Coulson." Fitz said. I didn't know whether they were desperate to get rid of me, or they needed to check the results, or what; but it probably wasn't a good idea to leave me alone in a hallway. After all, I was apparently a dangerous criminal that needed to have somebody watching them 24/7. After a few minutes, probably after realizing what he did, he poked his head out of the door. "Don't go anywhere." He said.

"Nowhere to go. They've got my stuff." I said. He nodded abruptly and closed the door.

I sat there for a while, waiting for Agent Coulson to come back. I heard and saw Buster before I saw Agent Coulson. Coulson was attempting to keep Buster in check while walking him towards me. As soon as Buster set his eyes on me he burst into a sprint down the hallway, nearly ripping Agent Coulson's arm from its socket.

Coulson dropped the leash, yelling for everyone to watch out, which was a smart move. Otherwise Buster would have really ripped his arm from its socket. He had almost done that to me on more than one occasion. He had done that to Robert on more than one occasion.

"Hey." I said as he sprung on me like a windup toy, licking my face. "Ok, ok, ok. I get it, I get it. You missed me. It's only been 3 hours." I pushed him off of me.

"Director Fury wants to see you." Coulson said, handing me back my bag. I looked at him wide eyed as I got to my feet.

"The Director Fury wants to see me?" I asked. He nodded.

"It's going to be ok. He's not going to kill you." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"I can't believe that when it comes to S.H.I.E.L.D, I don't know who I can trust." I said honestly.

"We'll you can trust me. If you can trust one person in this building, it's me." He said, trying to be sincere.

"Ok Agent Coulson—" I said.

"Phil." He said, "Just call me Phil."

"We're on a first name basis?" I asked.

"If it makes you feel safer." He said.

"Ok…Phil, so what does Director Fury want with me?" I asked.

"He wants to talk to you. To see what you're like. To see if you match up with what your test scores say. And, in his own words, and I quote: 'She sounds like a 50 year old scholar, acts like a teenager, and is really a scared 11 year old girl'." Phil said.

"Well, that sounds like me." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Exactly, now just talk to Fury and nothing bad is going to happen." He said, trying to be reassuring. We walked down the hallway to Fury's makeshift office. They weren't supposed to be there, and they just gave him an office to work out of for the time being. He almost had to push me into the door. "You're going to be fine." He said again. Then he left me in the room. Marvel Universe people really liked to be dramatic.

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