A wisp, no, a blur, sped into the room. And Just as it arrived, it vanished.
Quicksilver stood proudly in the Break Room, adjusting his vision from the blur of speeding objects to the boring world of the stationary. Peace, stillness.
Ultimately uncomfortable, however. Everything was moving. He
needed
to be moving, but here he stood, idly looking around the room.
"Did you seriously get the last of the hot chocolate? This is ridiculous! Do you even know how far I ran for some of this?"
Cower, worship, or beg. All are valid choices.
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