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Chapter 40: This Guy Is Truly Annoying
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Tony expressionlessly sized up the guy who had suddenly appeared. How to put it? His first impression of this silver-haired guy was... quite annoying.
"Who the hell are you?" Tony asked, knowing full well the answer.
Among the Speedsters who had appeared recently, he seemed to know only two. One was Reverse-Flash, who was still playing weak in that small place, Central City, painstakingly trying to bring about the real Flash, Barry Allen, ahead of schedule to help him return to his own era. The other was just Old Man Magneto's kid, who was rumored to be incredibly arrogant.
"You, get down here. From now on, you'll follow me. Even though it was that old guy's order, I find you somewhat agreeable, so I'll reluctantly accept it. Also, my moniker is Quicksilver, you don't need to know my name." Quicksilver was incredibly arrogant. He stood with his arms crossed, looking at Tony out of the corner of his eye, speaking as if taking Tony on as a subordinate was an immense chore.
Tony immediately jumped onto Optimus Prime's shoulder, looking down from above at the arrogant youth. Because the guy in front of him always stood with his arms crossed, chin raised almost parallel to the horizon, and those sidelong glances, it always made Tony feel like *he* was the one being looked down upon.
Quicksilver seemed to possess a peculiar ability: he always managed to make others feel utterly scorned by him.
"This arrogant punk is even more arrogant than me! Are all of Old Man Magneto's kids this irritating? Anyway, if you keep looking at me like that, believe it or not, I'll punch you!" Tony's veins throbbed; that peculiar gaze made him intensely uncomfortable. He always felt incredibly insignificant under that strange scrutiny, and it made him want to punch someone.
That posture, that gaze—it was quite remarkable that Quicksilver could maintain such an act.
Quicksilver held his chin high, forcing himself not to look at the dismembered limbs scattered around. The lingering smell of blood in his nostrils almost made him gag. He forcibly suppressed his discomfort, changing from crossed arms to hands on his hips, still glancing sideways, but his chin was raised even higher.
"You're mistaken. 'Old Man Magneto's kid'? I don't belong to anyone's family. And besides, you can't hit me." Quicksilver's eyelid twitched. He urged Tony to hurry up and follow him, to go enjoy good food and drink, and not to stay in this disgusting place.
Tony's veins throbbed. "What's the damn point of changing to hands on your hips? That's not what I'm talking about!"
Quicksilver crossed his arms again, continuing to look at Tony out of the corner of his eye, his head tilted so far back it felt like his nostrils were directly aimed at Tony. He incessantly urged Tony to come with him, claiming that if Tony didn't move soon, he would simply tie him up and take him away.
"You're no match for me. You can't keep up with my speed at all. I'll tie you up before you even make a move." Quicksilver's gaze flickered to the side, where he happened to spot a corpse. His face instantly turned deathly pale; he felt the food he'd eaten hours ago rising to his throat, desperate to be expelled.
Tony stroked his chin, sizing up this rare Speedster within the Mutant Community, especially as he watched him suffering terribly, unable to adapt to the battlefield. He let out a cold laugh.
"How many fights have you been in? Magneto sent you to find me, clearly intending for me to train you, to at least let you see some blood... How old are you? Are you even an adult? If not, hurry home and play games, what are you haphazardly getting involved in?"
Tony kept muttering, loudly blaming Magneto for being too unscrupulous. If he was going to send help, he should have sent a warrior, not a greenhorn. After saying that, Tony gave Quicksilver a sidelong glance.
Quicksilver's expression changed. Tony's words had thoroughly stung him; this was his sore spot. This reclusive and arrogant young man could not tolerate humiliation.
It was true that he and his only sister were both Magneto's children. However, before their birth, their birth mother had fled home during her pregnancy out of immense fear of Magneto's power. She subsequently gave birth to them and entrusted them to the Romani, Maximoff, for adoption. It wasn't until recently that Magneto found them, but he had never acknowledged them, whether he didn't recognize them or recognized them but chose not to say.
In recent years, Quicksilver and his sister had always followed Magneto, even fighting against the X-Men and S.H.I.E.L.D. multiple times. Yet, this kind-hearted brother and sister had never harmed anyone, and because of this, Magneto had punished them harshly more than once.
Just a while ago, Quicksilver's sister, curious why Magneto always refused to remove his helmet, secretly snuck into Magneto's room and saw a photograph. It was of their birth father and mother: Magneto and Magda.
The truth of everything became clear. They immediately went to confront Magneto, but he neither confirmed nor denied it, never directly answering.
Quicksilver believed that Magneto had recognized them long ago and had specifically sought out the two siblings. Quicksilver had always harbored this matter in his heart, brooding over it. It was his forbidden zone, his sore spot, and no one was allowed to touch it.
Not to mention that Tony kept shouting that he was Magneto's child, which deeply stung him.
Magneto, their own biological father, wouldn't acknowledge his long-lost children, yet Tony, an outsider, kept proclaiming their father-son relationship!
How utterly ridiculous and ironic!
Quicksilver roared in anger. He was truly enraged. He wanted to severely teach Tony, that bastard, a lesson, and show him that some things just couldn't be said.
In an instant, Quicksilver vanished.
Tony's expression changed drastically. The Allspark had endowed him with extremely strong neural reflexes; the moment Quicksilver vanished from his spot, his nerves instantly tensed, and his entire being screamed an alarm.
"Wasn't it just calling you a greenhorn? Is there really a need to fight so desperately?"
The images seen by his eyes, feeding back to his brain, always had that fraction of a second of reaction time. Although Tony's neural reflex speed far exceeded ordinary people, compared to a Speedster like Quicksilver, that speed was simply akin to trash.
A fraction of a second was enough for Quicksilver to unleash dozens of punches and turn Tony's head into a swollen mess.
In the eyes of ordinary people—at least in the eyes of the Man in Glasses—countless fists appeared simultaneously in an instant, smashing into Tony without pause. Some punches were so heavy they left Tony's precious Armor riddled with dents, truly scaring the Man in Glasses silly.
Just now, when facing over a hundred heavily armed Ghoul Tribe members, the Mechanist hadn't even looked like this!
The Man in Glasses' eyes suddenly lit up, a mix of schadenfreude and despair. He saw Tony being brutally beaten and, in his heart, desperately wished this Silver-haired Youth would deliver a killing blow. But he was even more despairing: in front of this guy who was impossibly fast, it would be a miracle if he could escape.
"What kind of freaks are these?! One can create Mechanical Soldiers, and the other is simply too fast to even see! This world is too dangerous, completely unsuitable for ordinary little folks like me, isn't it?!"
The Man in Glasses suddenly felt his entire life was a monumental tragedy. He had already decided: if he didn't die this time, he would immediately retire, find a remote mountain forest, and just live out the rest of his days there.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Tony expressionlessly sized up the guy who had suddenly appeared. How to put it? His first impression of this silver-haired guy was... quite annoying.
"Who the hell are you?" Tony asked, knowing full well the answer.
Among the Speedsters who had appeared recently, he seemed to know only two. One was Reverse-Flash, who was still playing weak in that small place, Central City, painstakingly trying to bring about the real Flash, Barry Allen, ahead of schedule to help him return to his own era. The other was just Old Man Magneto's kid, who was rumored to be incredibly arrogant.
"You, get down here. From now on, you'll follow me. Even though it was that old guy's order, I find you somewhat agreeable, so I'll reluctantly accept it. Also, my moniker is Quicksilver, you don't need to know my name." Quicksilver was incredibly arrogant. He stood with his arms crossed, looking at Tony out of the corner of his eye, speaking as if taking Tony on as a subordinate was an immense chore.
Tony immediately jumped onto Optimus Prime's shoulder, looking down from above at the arrogant youth. Because the guy in front of him always stood with his arms crossed, chin raised almost parallel to the horizon, and those sidelong glances, it always made Tony feel like *he* was the one being looked down upon.
Quicksilver seemed to possess a peculiar ability: he always managed to make others feel utterly scorned by him.
"This arrogant punk is even more arrogant than me! Are all of Old Man Magneto's kids this irritating? Anyway, if you keep looking at me like that, believe it or not, I'll punch you!" Tony's veins throbbed; that peculiar gaze made him intensely uncomfortable. He always felt incredibly insignificant under that strange scrutiny, and it made him want to punch someone.
That posture, that gaze—it was quite remarkable that Quicksilver could maintain such an act.
Quicksilver held his chin high, forcing himself not to look at the dismembered limbs scattered around. The lingering smell of blood in his nostrils almost made him gag. He forcibly suppressed his discomfort, changing from crossed arms to hands on his hips, still glancing sideways, but his chin was raised even higher.
"You're mistaken. 'Old Man Magneto's kid'? I don't belong to anyone's family. And besides, you can't hit me." Quicksilver's eyelid twitched. He urged Tony to hurry up and follow him, to go enjoy good food and drink, and not to stay in this disgusting place.
Tony's veins throbbed. "What's the damn point of changing to hands on your hips? That's not what I'm talking about!"
Quicksilver crossed his arms again, continuing to look at Tony out of the corner of his eye, his head tilted so far back it felt like his nostrils were directly aimed at Tony. He incessantly urged Tony to come with him, claiming that if Tony didn't move soon, he would simply tie him up and take him away.
"You're no match for me. You can't keep up with my speed at all. I'll tie you up before you even make a move." Quicksilver's gaze flickered to the side, where he happened to spot a corpse. His face instantly turned deathly pale; he felt the food he'd eaten hours ago rising to his throat, desperate to be expelled.
Tony stroked his chin, sizing up this rare Speedster within the Mutant Community, especially as he watched him suffering terribly, unable to adapt to the battlefield. He let out a cold laugh.
"How many fights have you been in? Magneto sent you to find me, clearly intending for me to train you, to at least let you see some blood... How old are you? Are you even an adult? If not, hurry home and play games, what are you haphazardly getting involved in?"
Tony kept muttering, loudly blaming Magneto for being too unscrupulous. If he was going to send help, he should have sent a warrior, not a greenhorn. After saying that, Tony gave Quicksilver a sidelong glance.
Quicksilver's expression changed. Tony's words had thoroughly stung him; this was his sore spot. This reclusive and arrogant young man could not tolerate humiliation.
It was true that he and his only sister were both Magneto's children. However, before their birth, their birth mother had fled home during her pregnancy out of immense fear of Magneto's power. She subsequently gave birth to them and entrusted them to the Romani, Maximoff, for adoption. It wasn't until recently that Magneto found them, but he had never acknowledged them, whether he didn't recognize them or recognized them but chose not to say.
In recent years, Quicksilver and his sister had always followed Magneto, even fighting against the X-Men and S.H.I.E.L.D. multiple times. Yet, this kind-hearted brother and sister had never harmed anyone, and because of this, Magneto had punished them harshly more than once.
Just a while ago, Quicksilver's sister, curious why Magneto always refused to remove his helmet, secretly snuck into Magneto's room and saw a photograph. It was of their birth father and mother: Magneto and Magda.
The truth of everything became clear. They immediately went to confront Magneto, but he neither confirmed nor denied it, never directly answering.
Quicksilver believed that Magneto had recognized them long ago and had specifically sought out the two siblings. Quicksilver had always harbored this matter in his heart, brooding over it. It was his forbidden zone, his sore spot, and no one was allowed to touch it.
Not to mention that Tony kept shouting that he was Magneto's child, which deeply stung him.
Magneto, their own biological father, wouldn't acknowledge his long-lost children, yet Tony, an outsider, kept proclaiming their father-son relationship!
How utterly ridiculous and ironic!
Quicksilver roared in anger. He was truly enraged. He wanted to severely teach Tony, that bastard, a lesson, and show him that some things just couldn't be said.
In an instant, Quicksilver vanished.
Tony's expression changed drastically. The Allspark had endowed him with extremely strong neural reflexes; the moment Quicksilver vanished from his spot, his nerves instantly tensed, and his entire being screamed an alarm.
"Wasn't it just calling you a greenhorn? Is there really a need to fight so desperately?"
The images seen by his eyes, feeding back to his brain, always had that fraction of a second of reaction time. Although Tony's neural reflex speed far exceeded ordinary people, compared to a Speedster like Quicksilver, that speed was simply akin to trash.
A fraction of a second was enough for Quicksilver to unleash dozens of punches and turn Tony's head into a swollen mess.
In the eyes of ordinary people—at least in the eyes of the Man in Glasses—countless fists appeared simultaneously in an instant, smashing into Tony without pause. Some punches were so heavy they left Tony's precious Armor riddled with dents, truly scaring the Man in Glasses silly.
Just now, when facing over a hundred heavily armed Ghoul Tribe members, the Mechanist hadn't even looked like this!
The Man in Glasses' eyes suddenly lit up, a mix of schadenfreude and despair. He saw Tony being brutally beaten and, in his heart, desperately wished this Silver-haired Youth would deliver a killing blow. But he was even more despairing: in front of this guy who was impossibly fast, it would be a miracle if he could escape.
"What kind of freaks are these?! One can create Mechanical Soldiers, and the other is simply too fast to even see! This world is too dangerous, completely unsuitable for ordinary little folks like me, isn't it?!"
The Man in Glasses suddenly felt his entire life was a monumental tragedy. He had already decided: if he didn't die this time, he would immediately retire, find a remote mountain forest, and just live out the rest of his days there.
(end of chapter)
