Flash had finally managed to escape from Attilan.
He came out alone.
Aquaman from the DC Universe remained imprisoned, locked in a vibranium cell, still furious and clashing with the superior Supergiant in the neighboring cell.
It wasn't that Barry didn't want to save him.
He simply couldn't.
In the Marvel Universe, there existed only a fragment of Speed Force energy.
Flash had barely managed to slip through the vibranium bars himself, let alone pull someone else out.
And he wasn't capable of carrying others through solid walls.
Especially now, when he had a more important mission.
"I have to find Superman!"
While escaping the base, Barry stumbled upon a space suit in Attilan's storage room.
The label read: Quicksilver.
Exactly.
It was a specially designed space suit, one personally built by Tony Stark for Quicksilver.
In addition to basic protection, it was designed to allow speedsters to use their powers in the vacuum of space.
"Haha! Now it's mine."
Without hesitation, Barry put on the suit.
And immediately, took off from the Moon.
In zero gravity.
With each step he took, a counter-energy shield formed beneath his feet.
Barry was literally running through space.
As if on an invisible path, the shield generated and vanished with every stride.
In the Marvel cosmos, there was one rule: if you want to reach your destination, you have to leave something behind.
And this suit that Tony made for Quicksilver allowed exactly that.
Each step an energy pedal.
Each push, the shield broke apart under the pressure, but Barry had already landed on the next.
"Oh my God…"
"Why isn't there anyone in my world who can make me something like this?!"
Thrilled by the design, Barry nevertheless stayed focused on his mission.
After some time adjusting to the rhythm of space, his gaze fell upon, the S.W.O.R.D. base, the Avengers' temporary space station.
First mission: find out where Superman was teleported.
"Hold on, Superman, I'm coming to get you!"
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At the same time
While Barry was putting on Quicksilver's space suit...
On Earth, Tony Stark was negotiating with Batman from the DC Universe.
At some moment, something flashed through his mind.
"That silver-haired kid… still so stubborn."
"But now he's surely seen how much of a genius I am, hasn't he?" Tony murmured with a smirk, thinking Quicksilver was using his suit.
And continued the conversation with Batman.
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However...
Inside the S.W.O.R.D. base...
The real Quicksilver, who had barely returned after the ambush in the DC Universe, sat before the console.
A fire burned in his chest.
He monitored various screens, tracking all data in real time.
"I don't know if Rhodey will make it…" he said quietly, staring at one of the security feeds.
He felt guilty.
Marvel's defeat, the invasion, the chaos, he took it all personally.
He was convinced every mistake could have been avoided.
If only they had stopped Martian Manhunter's hypnosis earlier.
If only he had been more careful.
If only he had used more of Stark's tech.
"Damn bastard…" he hissed through his teeth, turning toward a slice of pizza.
But right then…
A flash of red lightning flickered across one of the monitors.
"Hm?"
Quicksilver blinked and stared at the screen.
But the flash disappeared.
No trace left.
No alert triggered.
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"This isn't…"
"This isn't…"
"No, where's the Avengers data?"
Meanwhile, Flash had successfully entered the S.W.O.R.D. space base.
Relying on his speed and skill at phasing through solid materials, he carefully avoided security cameras and SHIELD guards still patrolling the old sectors of the base. Although the station was currently under Avenger control, SHIELD's roots remained deeply embedded.
After a swift and precise maneuver through the base's complex corridors, Barry found what he was looking for the secret data room.
The walls of the room were lined with layers of lead, thick enough to block X-ray vision and all forms of scanning.
Inside…
Flash found Tony Stark's plans concerning Superman.
Since the plan had already been executed, it now looked more like an operational log, post-mission documentation, rather than a plan.
"Teleportation to Limbo… Tens of millions of tons of nuclear weapons…"
"Oh my God."
As he read the document labeled Project: Divine, his face went pale.
A horrifying thought crossed his mind, that Superman might not have survived.
"It's normal to feel awful… That guy used to be an arms dealer."
A voice behind him suddenly interrupted.
Flash spun around.
"Oh my God! You scared me!"
Quicksilver stood behind him, leaning against the wall.
"I see your powers are returning," said Pietro, arms crossed.
"Good. Now at least someone can challenge me."
Though still recovering from earlier battles, Quicksilver was genuinely pleased to see Flash in action. Finally, someone who could match his speed.
"Sorry, you're still far from it," replied Flash.
A double-edged remark: his powers weren't at full strength yet, but also, Quicksilver wasn't strong enough to beat him.
Quicksilver smiled, catching the play on words.
"Then prove it."
"No problem."
But the moment Flash said that, he turned and vanished through the wall using his speed. He didn't fight. He didn't waste time.
He passed not only through the room but also through the outer shell of the S.W.O.R.D. base, directly into space.
From the other side of the window, Quicksilver merely watched the red lightning streak through the vacuum.
"I'm sorry," Flash said to himself, glancing back, "I have to save Superman. No time for duels."
With his hand raised in farewell, he left Quicksilver behind and raced back toward Earth.
A red trail shimmered like a streak across the cosmic backdrop.
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Somewhere on Earth…
"Phew~"
"I need to get rid of him."
"I wore his suit. He's probably furious."
Flash landed on the ground and exhaled deeply.
He turned… and saw a shocking sight.
"Why… weren't you expecting this?"
Quicksilver stood in front of him.
In his hands, a slice of pizza.
"How did you…?"
"You don't have a space suit! How did you…"
But before he finished the sentence, his eyes locked onto the pizza in Quicksilver's hands.
Perfect cheese, crispy crust… it looked irresistible.
"Space suit?" Quicksilver looked at Barry's outfit.
He smiled.
"Who said I was running?"
He waved his hand, and a portal opened in front of them.
Flash was speechless.
"I use magic," added Quicksilver with a grin, taking aбе: of his Pizza.,