Quicksilver had the heaviest workload, so Jean specifically pulled him aside to give him instructions.
"Daisy said she wants you to paint all the walls on the streets of New York..." Jean felt a little embarrassed even making such a request.
Quicksilver looked utterly speechless. "Can that even be done in time? All of New York?"
Jean wore a sympathetic expression. "Daisy said that if it's you, you can definitely make it in time..."
After learning that Lorna and Wanda had also been assigned a mountain of work, Quicksilver realized he was not being singled out. Unable to complain, he ran off like the wind—only to run back after encountering a whole pile of problems, then run out again once Jean had asked Daisy and gotten the answers...
"Will this really work? It reminds me of those emergency cleanups we used to do in the army to deal with inspections from higher-ups." Captain America did not think much of this kind of last-minute scramble to put up a façade.
In barely half a minute, Quicksilver had already run back several times.
Though he had grown up poor, Quicksilver had never done work like painting walls. His originally sleek, form-fitting Battle Suit was now blotched with white and red paint. His hands and hair were covered in it too, and even his face was smeared.
Painting the walls was not just about applying paint; they also needed repairs. Many walls were covered in all sorts of messy graffiti that had to be cleaned off before painting. Some walls had holes blasted through them by bombs, while others had been smashed into human-shaped dents during fights between superheroes and supervillains. All of it had to be handled by Quicksilver.
Using Jean as a relay, Daisy assigned tasks to her wind-fast brother-in-law from