Little Rachel shook her head like a rattle drum, her expression sincere, her mischievous eyes carrying a hint of cuteness.
Daisy sighed. She knew she had asked the wrong person. Asking one of the trees in the woods would have been more useful than asking her Second Ya. She could only turn to Big Ya.
Big Rachel looked down on Little Rachel's constant attempts to act cute. "Hmph! Can't you figure out something this simple? You could have deduced it, couldn't you?"
Seeing that Daisy was still waiting for an answer, she lifted her chin. "Earlier, Pietro and Legion wanted to have a little spar, then this guy rushed into the atmosphere and wanted to race Pietro..."
The Johnson family's relationships were a bit complicated. Big Rachel and Quicksilver had no blood relation whatsoever and were about the same age. In Western society, calling each other by name was perfectly normal.
The cause was simple. While Daisy and Wanda had gone out to have fun, Professor Charles Xavier and Magneto had begun talking with barbed words and veiled jabs. As they talked, they discovered, Huh? You have a son? What a coincidence, it seems I have a son too!
Then let them have a little contest and see who was stronger!
Strictly speaking, Quicksilver was certainly no match for Legion. Physical enhancement was inherently inferior to mental enhancement, and Alpha-level mutants and Omega-level mutants were separated by a vast genetic chasm.
Legion could casually manifest dozens or even hundreds of personalities. That was even more formidable than multiple shadow clones. Quicksilver felt like a mouse trying to pull a turtle—he had no idea where to start.
Still, Quicksilver had received professional training from the Avengers. Whatever a stodgy old-fashioned man Captain America might be, his training methods were second to