Cross Goes Mad

This was the roundabout way Apocalypse had devised to defeat her.

Since the Phase-Shifting Suit let Ava switch freely between her physical and quantum states, changing its circuitry should, in theory, temporarily lock her into her physical state.

It would not hold her forever, but even a short window would be enough to subdue her.

The second set of information Apocalypse had asked Nick Fury for was the Phase-Shifting Suit's schematics.

But Apocalypse knew nothing about circuits, and he could not shrink.

Scott Lang and Hope had to work together, slip inside the suit, and alter its circuitry.

They needed a brief opening while the suit was in its physical state.

Otherwise, they could not work on it while it was in its quantum state.

Apocalypse had used himself as bait to trick Ava into briefly switching to her physical state.

He had not expected his body to sever her hand.

The quantum state was extraordinarily strange. Earlier, Ava had reached for Apocalypse's heart.

By all rights, her hand should have been physical, yet the muscles in his chest had not stopped it. It seemed to have existed in a superposition, half physical and half quantum.

Now Scott Lang and Hope had forcibly altered the circuitry, dropping her completely into her physical state.

That was how her wrist, caught inside his chest, had been severed.

The muscles in Apocalypse's chest rippled and spat out Ava's severed hand.

He quickly pressed it against her wrist.

The torn bone and flesh rubbed together, sending a fresh surge of agony through her.

Beads of cold sweat streamed down Ava's brown face, and her delicate features twisted in pain.

Scott Lang and Hope stared at what he was doing, speechless.

*What, did he think her hand was a piece of bread that had fallen