New York, late at night.
"Pietro!"
"Quicksilver!"
"Maximoff? Please, please! Wake up! Can you hear me?"
Quicksilver was sleeping groggily when he vaguely heard someone calling for him. His recent training had been lax, and his reactions were undoubtedly several beats slower than usual.
What was only an instant to ordinary people had been delayed by him for a full second.
Fortunately, as a husband and a father, his instinct to protect his family kept him alert. Quicksilver sat up at once and looked around.
There was nothing unusual nearby. Instead, a golden bolt of lightning flashed through the depths of his consciousness.
He asked in surprise, "Barry?"
After what felt like a long time, the voice returned with a relieved sigh. "God, I finally got through to you. I'm too far away from your side. If possible, please come to the Speed Force dimension. I'll come get you."
To be honest, Quicksilver lacked a spirit of adventure. His wife and children were right beside him—why would he go off seeking danger when he had a full stomach? That would be insane!
But he preferred the thrill of racing at full speed. The Speed Force dimension could grant him that power. With his own abilities and the Speed Force, he could run at a speed that even gods would be ashamed to match.
After thinking for a minute, he made his decision and began getting busy.
He sent Wanda a text, left a note for his wife and children explaining where he was going, then contacted The Flash, Barry Allen, in the DC world. He ran at top speed, entered a faster-than-light state, passed through the gaps between time and space, and raced toward another world.
Both he and The Flash had improved over this period. The two met up