This Guy Was Really Annoying

Donnie stared woodenly at the guy who had suddenly appeared. How should he put it? His first impression of this silver-haired guy was... pretty damn annoying...

"Who the fuck are you?" Donnie asked, despite already knowing.

As far as he knew, there were only two speedsters around right now. One was Reverse-Flash, still lurking in that backwater called Central City and keeping a low profile. That guy was painstakingly trying to create the real Flash, Barry Allen, ahead of schedule so he could return to his own era. The other could only be Magneto's kid, who was supposedly extremely wild.

"You, get down here. From now on, you'll be following me. Though it was that old man's order, I think you look alright, so I'll reluctantly take you in. Also, my codename is Quicksilver. You don't need to know my name." Quicksilver was incredibly arrogant. He stood with his arms folded, looking at people from the corner of his eye as he spoke reluctantly, as though taking Donnie on as a lackey was an immense concession.

Donnie leaped onto Optimus Prime's shoulder and looked down at the unruly kid from above. The guy always kept his arms folded, his raised chin nearly parallel to the horizon, and his sideways gaze made Donnie feel as if he were the one being looked down on.

Quicksilver seemed to possess some magical ability: he could always make others feel that he was looking down on them.

"A guy this arrogant is actually more arrogant than me. Are all of Magneto's kids this annoying... Say, if you keep looking at me like that, I'll beat the crap out of you, believe it or not?" Veins bulged on Donnie's forehead. That bizarre gaze made him deeply uncomfortable. Under that strange scrutiny, he always felt tiny and had the overwhelming urge to hit someone.

That posture, that gaze—Quicksilver was truly impressive for being able to put on such an act.

Quicksilver lifted his chin high, trying his best not to look at the severed limbs scattered around him. The smell of blood filling his nostrils nearly made him vomit. He forcibly suppressed his discomfort, changing from folding his arms to resting his hands on his hips as he looked sideways, though he raised his chin even higher.

"You've got it wrong. I'm not Magneto's kid. I'm nobody's kid. And you can't hit me." Quicksilver's eyelid twitched as he urged Donnie to leave with him and enjoy the good life instead of staying in this disgusting place.

Veins bulged on Donnie's forehead. "What the hell is the point of changing to hands on hips? That wasn't my point!"

Quicksilver switched back to folding his arms and continued looking at people sideways, his head nearly tilted back against his spine as he blatantly pointed his nostrils at Donnie. He repeatedly urged Donnie to come with him, declaring that if he did not move soon, he would tie Donnie up and take him away himself.

"You're no match for me. You can't keep up with my speed at all. I'll tie you up before you can even make a move." Quicksilver glanced aside and happened to spot a corpse. His face immediately turned pale, and he felt the food he had eaten hours ago rise back into his throat, desperate to come out.

Donnie stroked his chin and examined this rare speedster among the Mutants. Watching Quicksilver struggle painfully to adjust to the battlefield, he gave a cold smile.

"How many fights have you even been in? Magneto sent you to find me because he clearly wants me to train you, at least let you see some blood... How old are you? Are you even an adult? If not, hurry home and play video games. Why are you sticking your nose into this?"

Donnie kept grumbling, loudly accusing Magneto of being utterly unkind. If he wanted to send help, he should have sent a warrior instead of a baby. After saying that, Donnie looked at Quicksilver from the corner of his eye.

Quicksilver's expression changed. Donnie's words had thoroughly stabbed into his sore spot. This was his reverse scale; this solitary and proud young man could not endure humiliation.

It was true that he and his only sister were both Magneto's children. Before they were born, however, their biological mother had fled home while pregnant, terrified of Magneto's power. She later gave birth to them and handed them over to the Gypsy Maximov to raise. Magneto had only found them recently, yet he had never acknowledged them. Whether he had failed to recognize them or had recognized them but refused to say so, no one knew.

Over the past few years, Quicksilver and his sister had been following Magneto. They had even fought the X-Men and S.H.I.E.L.D. several times, but the kind-hearted siblings had never harmed anyone. Because of that, Magneto had punished them harshly more than once.

Some time ago, Quicksilver's sister had grown curious about why Magneto never removed his helmet. She secretly entered his room and found a photograph. It showed their biological father and mother: Magneto and Magda.

The truth became clear. They immediately ran to question Magneto, but he neither confirmed nor denied it, never giving them a direct answer.

Quicksilver believed Magneto had recognized them long ago and had specifically sought out the two siblings. He had always kept this matter buried in his heart, unable to let it go. It was his forbidden ground, his reverse scale, and no one could touch it.

Not to mention Donnie kept shouting that he was Magneto's child. That had deeply hurt him.

Even Magneto, his biological father, refused to acknowledge the child he had been separated from for years, yet Donnie, an outsider, kept affirming their father-son relationship!

How laughable and mocking!

Quicksilver let out a roar. He was truly enraged. He was going to teach Donnie, that bastard, a vicious lesson and let him know that some things could not be said.

With a faint sound, Quicksilver vanished.

Donnie's expression changed drastically. The AllSpark had granted him extremely powerful neural reflexes. The instant Quicksilver disappeared from where he stood, Donnie's nerves tightened, and his entire body went on alert.

I only called you a baby! Is that worth risking your life over?

There was always a fraction of a second between an image entering through the eyes and reaching the brain. Although Donnie's neural reflexes far surpassed those of ordinary people, compared to a speedster like Quicksilver, they were utter garbage.

A fraction of a second was enough for Quicksilver to throw dozens of punches and beat Donnie's head into mush.

In the eyes of ordinary people—at least, in Glasses' eyes—countless densely packed fists seemed to appear in an instant, all smashing into Donnie at once. Some of the punches were heavy enough to dent Donnie's precious armor, frightening him half to death.

When facing more than a hundred Ha-Ghost Clan members armed with heavy weapons head-on earlier, The Mechanic had not looked like this!

Glasses' eyes immediately lit up. He felt both gratification and despair as he watched Donnie get savagely beaten, wishing that silver-haired young man would finish him off. Yet he was even more despairing. In front of someone so fast he could not even be seen, escaping would be a miracle.

What kind of freaks were these people?! One could manufacture mechanical soldiers, while the other was simply so fast he could not be seen at all! This world was far too dangerous. It was not suited for an ordinary nobody like him, alright?!

Glasses suddenly felt that his entire life had been one enormous tragedy. He had already decided that if he survived this, he would retire immediately, find some remote mountain forest, and spend the rest of his life there.