cv (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ephemeras) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms,@ 2015-06-27 01:12:00 |
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[The blonde girl (she wasn't sure it was okay to call herself Gwen) wasn't sure how long she'd been there; her short-term memory was still kind of sketchy.
She'd avoided talking to everyone since she'd been led into the containment cell at Tony Stark's Bay lab. She remembered the place as a creation of Doctor Banner's (not her Doctor Banner, because if what Flash said was true, then she hadn't ever met the man herself), but she still had the associated memories that corresponded with the creation of the lab.
The containment cell was comfortable, and the girl sat back against the wall on the clean cot, knees to her chest and her chin against her kneecaps. She knew this was necessary, this period of testing to determine what she was. Depending on the results of the biometrics and additional tests, then they could decide what needed to happen to her. She understood that if any evidence of the symbiote was found in her cells, then the logical course of action would be to destroy her in some manner, and she would be the first to argue the necessity of such an action (but it didn't make it any easier).
She was trying not to think about her current situation too much, which was challenging for her. She was trying not to cry, which was just as challenging. She focused on plucking at her pleated skirt, and on using the sleeve of her pink sweater to keep any tears at bay.]