Screw You!

Henry's question had been pointless. For a girl who had come searching for family, how could she not want to know if there was a lead on her relatives? Seeing the tomboy nod eagerly, Henry took out his phone, dialed a number, set it directly on the table, and turned on the speaker.

The moment the call connected, it was answered instantly. "Hello? Who is it? Speak. If you dialed the wrong number, apologize immediately. If you're looking for me, state your purpose. Borrowing money is out of the question. If you're here to mess around, give me your location."

"Hey, Quicksilver, it's me, Henry Brown."

"Henry~! My friend, what made you think of calling me? Want to race and decide who the fastest man in the universe is?" "Whether it's Marvel or DC, the fastest man will always be Barry Allen. Officially certified. Anyway, I didn't call to talk about that." The man on the phone rambled on. "Okay, what do you need? If it's too troublesome, I can't help. I've already retired from the X-Men.

"You know, I'm getting old. Running has become a little difficult. I used to be able to run for three days and nights without even panting. Now, after three minutes, I'm panting like a dog."

As he spoke, the person on the other end began imitating a panting dog. By the end, Quicksilver had made himself laugh.

Damn! Who knew Quicksilver had this kind of problem? Put him together with Spider-Man, and the two could have a rap battle. Henry hurriedly cut him off. "It's nothing major. It's about your sister."

"My sister? Wanda? You went on three dates with her, and now you can't shake her off, so you want my help? If that happened, I'd only help Wanda tie you to