The Returning Red Guardian

Alexei looked at the others with a disdainful expression, his thumb pointing toward the mech area. "You know, as long as you carry enough ammunition with that equipment of yours, wiping out an entire division by yourself wouldn't be a problem.

"The only thing you'd need to consider is how to hunt down the scattered, fleeing soldiers—or put a hole in their foreheads before they surrender.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has no idea we'll be making a move today. They haven't even realized we exist. Caught unprepared and facing such a massive equipment gap, I really don't know how this battle could be any harder than playing a game."

"Can I go too?" Quicksilver asked eagerly.

Quicksilver had long known that everyone else had their own exclusive mech, but he had nothing like that. Yet under the influence of the group, asking the lively Quicksilver to stand by and do nothing was practically torture.

Looking at the excited Mutant, Henry pointed toward the mech area. "If you want to go out, put on that Duck Type suit." Quicksilver let out a drawn-out, complaining sound at the cute mascot-style mech. "Ugh... do I have to? That equipment will only slow me down."

"If you use Super Speed and let S.H.I.E.L.D.'s people see you, someone will go looking for Professor X or your mother the next day to ask where Quicksilver went. You might as well just bring a rope and help me tie all of them up." Henry was only speaking the truth.

Gilgamesh chimed in as well. "That's right. And if you use Super Speed, it's no different from cheating. Put on the Duck Type suit, and we can have a fair match under the same conditions. Of course, you can also just admit defeat."

This overgrown child simply couldn't stand being provoked,