Alex isn't agreeing on this. Nah.

"Really?" Here, cue the surprise and a bit amused look he was serving to the other mutant. "Destructive would fit a bit more." He chuckled softly.

Badly swallowing the brownie, he cough heavily. "---- Seriously?"

Brows raised. "Are you tryin' to kill me, or what?"

He's half-asleep on the first dining-room's couch. Good morning, yeah. Sorry, but no.

"Three. But I think I'm going to stop before ending up dead." He said, amused. "Or you'll end up through the window as a plan B."

"Higher than yours. There were a loads like that, back in the days, when I was in jail." "---- Well, not totally. You could, ( also ) end up in the pool."

"Don't bet what you don't have, Maximoff!" He sneered. "I can't trip if I stop to eat 'em. See? That's what we're calling maturity." "Ew. That sucks."

"I don't. But in comparison to your sisters, you aren't." He answered, offering the speedster his infamous corner grin. "Definitely."

"Up to you, bud." He shrugged. "---- It's already five. I think I ain't going to bed before tomorrow. You?"

"I think I'm going to end up near the great lake, looking at the sky and pray that everything will be alright, tomorrow." Poetic Alex time.

Oh, there aren't. Or maybe yes. "Because we aren't safe. We never had been, and never be."

Naaah, it's an illusion. "Optimistic is a synonym for Summers, didn't know that, uh?" Sneered. "What do you think I'm here for? But that's the truth, Maximoff. We aren't safe."

ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴏғғ. ──── ✦ ──── ❛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ❜ — ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ. — ᴍᴄᴜ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ. — ᴏᴄ + ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ. ↳ ʀᴛ?