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It was one thing to take a sucker punch from someone, it was quite another to hear the chuckles and comments from your peers over it.  Simply letting a growl of frustration out as he got up, letting out a cough that left green and red on the ground.  “Fucking dammit...”  Was all he could let out in a meek tone, as his throat felt like it got stomped on by a herd of elephants.  Little smart ass web boy was going to get his when he didn’t suspect it.

Still it was good to see the mission was looking pretty good so far.  Both Angelica and Kurt were out of the cages and the goopy substance was for the moment nothing but harmless snow.  When Cyclops asked him about a key Quicksilver patted his pockets not recalling one.  “Hmm hold on...”  He let out in a raspy tone, his throat still sore from the surprise.  Darting around the room Quicksilver checked each of the guards one by one until he finally got to Herbert Landon, who not only had the key but suddenly had his pants fall to the ground.  Quicksilver just couldn’t resist, after all how many mutants can say they panted an anti-mutant piece of shit?

“Here...”  Quicksilver coughed as he casually tossed the key over to Spider-Man to let him do the honors.  As he himself was still coughing up a storm and little bits of blood.  Hopefully Jean wasn’t going to make working a little longer tonight... or isn’t still pissed about his actions in Boston.