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0600 (6:00am)
"So let's talk hypothetical. If you were driving down the road, and there was a kid and an old lady in front of you, what would you hit?" Steve sat in front of me, with Bucket over to the side just in case I got a little out of hand.
"Easy. I'd hit the old lady, that bitch has run her race already. And I don't kill kids." I spoke confidently, sure that I had the right answer.
"No Y/n! The breaks! You would hit the BREAKS!" Steve was getting a little frustrated with me, I could tell. And the guy in the corner was getting a kick at all of my wild answers.
They told me that this was a test to determine my morals, and what I would do if certain situations arose. As far as I knew, Loki was having the same done to him, just a little bit differently. They also informed me that either Tony or Bruce were watching from the camera in the room, recording the data.
I also had probes stuck to me everywhere, to 'watch my brain activity'. I say it's a load of bullshit. I still had my straight jacket on, so the only brain activity they were receiving was agitation.
0700(7:00am)
"What flavor of beef jerky do babies like the best?" Bucket was now asking the questions, Steve had given up.
"Hmmmm......sweet teriyaki, if the baby has good tastes." I shrugged and scratched my chin on my shoulder, not having my hands to use.
"No....that was a trick question. Babies choke on all kinds of jerky." Bucket pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Oh......I knew that. I just just.....testing you." I paused, trying to get myself out of this situation as quickly as possible.
0900(9:00am)
They had me in a larger room now, and it had a bunch of tables filled with various objects. The first table they took me to, had a bunch of records neatly placed on top of it.
"Okay, Y/n. Let's say you're having a bad day. Which album would you chose to.....raise your spirits?" Steve spoke slowly, and he watched me as I looked over the records.
I thought for a moment. There were albums from several different types of bands. I immediately walked around the table to the other side when I spotted the older rock albums. There were albums from Journey, Blue Öyster Cult, Guns N' Roses, Def Leopard, and many more. I motioned for Bucket to come over and help me sort through the records. He flipped through a few.
"Stop! That one." I nodded triumphantly when he stopped on an AC/DC record, specifically, their Back In Black album.
1200(Noon)
We were finally at the last table. The table had many different types of flowers on top of it, and I perked up straight away, and looked for my favorite.
"Just pick your favorite." Steve sounded utterly exhausted.
I walked around the table until I found what I was looking for, F/f. I nodded my head to them, and the brunette came and picked them up. Steve wrote something down on the small pad of paper that he had.

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