“Ah ah.”

In a flurry, a grey and blue tornado circles around you before you were tied to the same chair you had just escaped.

“You can’t escape someone with super speed, babe.” He takes a dreamsicle out of the wrapper, biting at him while staring intently at you.

You pull at the restraints, leaning towards him but not enough to get yourself up.

What would an X-men mutant want you with? Entertainment. The thrill of having you under his capture had his boredom at an all time low. Watching a normal person trying to escape at superhuman was funny to him. His own personal TV show.