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What am I watching for?

So, Avenger's Tower, huh?

Wonder what this button does.

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That's it? How underwhelming. Where are the rockets and lasers - the switch to release the Hulk? [Tommy flits about the room, moving so quickly that he appears to be teleporting.]

So, Avenger's Tower, huh?

Wonder what this button does.

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So, Avenger's Tower, huh?

Wonder what this button does.

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I have seen some people complain about how John Byrne ruined Steve Englehart’s "brilliant job" of giving Vision, Wanda and their twins a happy life, singing high praises for his writing, lamenting an "innocence lost" etc. But these panels, and Doctor Strange’s insistence in previous issues that Wanda was having only one baby, make it clear to me that Marvel never wanted these two to simply settle and have a happy life with their sons, that it was an editorial decision taken years before Vision Quest to make a shocking reveal about the twins’ origins, and probably many of the other aspects of that story.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch #12 (1986)

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Tommy smiled into the wind, legs coiling tight in preparation to jump: that would be Angel's cue, and he hoped she would take it. Otherwise there would be little he could do to prevent an impromptu dip in the freezing lake. He didn't use his words, likely they would be stolen away before they could reach Angel's ears. Instead he squeezed her marginally tighter and, without breaking stride, launched them both into the air, momentum pushing them higher than should have been possible.

Wow. Angel was breathless; not just because they were moving so fast it was hard to breathe, but because they were moving so fast. It was all she could do to cling to him. Ducking her face behind his head as protection from the wind, she could see the glassy surface of the lake hesitating as Tommy passed over it, and rippling after they’d moved several steps farther. It was awesome, more than anything else.

She definitely understood why he’d been so jittery. If she had the ability to move this fast, she would hate anything else too. She couldn’t see where they were going—and she didn’t dare try, in case it sent her flying—so she waited, somewhat nervously, so his signal to take off.

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Her warm breath puffed across the shell of Tommy's ear, causing gooseflesh to erupt across his bare forearms.  Angel's weight was a soft pressure against his back, and true to his word she felt lighter than air. The seam that joined them was borderline too hot, Tommy's naturally higher-than-average body temperature combining with what must have been the remnant heat from Angel's fire.

"Okay," he exhaled, holding her forearms to himself, wary of Angel losing her grip, and took off. The wind bellowing in his ears, Tommy kept his eyes up, staring intently at the wide, calm expanse of the lake. If he looked downed, Tommy was half-afraid that he would sink like a stone. Of course he didn't, his feet flying across the water's surface as as easily as if it were solid ground, never remaining in a singular spot long enough to fall in.

Angel flushed scarlet and thanked her lucky stars that he had already turned around. What a comment! And the look he'd given her... It had been a while since anyone had looked at her like that. If anyone ever had. She hesitated for just a moment before climbing onto his back. Circling her hands around his neck, she was careful not to choke him as she adjusted her grip. "Mmkay, I'm ready," she said, very aware of how close she was to his ear. "Let it rip."

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Nah. I mistook you for someone who could take a joke.

Man,

Wouldn’t have thought a girl like you’d have to resort to roofies.

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Marching along, like a good soldier does I'm setting sail, with anchors holding me down Pack up my bags, stow them away I'm bidding farewell to all that is safe Will I come up for air, come up for air After awhile the current is calling me Lulling me, waving goodbye I'm out here alone, oh God can you save me now? Sinking my heart turns to stone

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"Writer? Script?" Tommy blinked incredulously, an ominous pain beginning to throb in the tender spots beneath his temples. This guy was crazy - not a little unhinged, but one hundred percent batshit, torch his rocker and throw it into the ocean's depths. He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief, stopping only when the motion made him feel nauseous. "Do I look like Wally West to you? Actually - no, don't answer that." There was genuine fear that this guy would say yes, and then proceed to explain why.

"My name's Tommy, and I don't just trip." Colour was creeping up his neck once more at the admission, but Tommy promptly pushed it back down. It shouldn't have been such a big deal, except that it was; Tommy really didn't trip, least of all accidentally. "So how did you do that? And this time nix the crazy."

Have a Nice Trip! || Tommy&Wade

"We ain’t on the road here, Kid Flash. You gotta keep an eye out where you’re goin’." Wade replied dryly, though he was still amused as hell that he managed to time it just right. "Can’t help that your writer wants you to trip. All I can do is follow the script that’s been given to me - and trust me, it’s a fun script," Wade’s smirk grew as he saw how the other started to turn a hue of pink. It was amusing, to say the least. It was great to get out of bed and trip someone that couldn’t possibly be tripped.

From what Wade could tell, he was going to be in for quite a ride. “Don’t be mad, kid. Just suck it up and get up.” He nodded, looking to the area where the kid had fallen. “And that looked like it hurt a lot.” Even Wade had to wince at the thought of falling at such a velocity. He didn’t know how physics worked exactly, but he was sure that having to stop abruptly while going at breakneck speeds had to leave a goose egg or two to one’s head.

"Though you know, I expected you to go flying. Guess physics doesn’t work that way, huh?" Wade tisked, shaking his head as he bent down to look at where his foot had been placed and how far the kid skidded on the floor. "Some things are just made for cartoons, and this isn’t a cartoon. We’re close to one, but there’s still a sense of realism in it, y’know what I’m saying, Speeds?"

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Are you going to live your life wondering Standing in the back looking around? Are you going to waste your time thinking How you’ve grown up Or how you missed out? Things are never gonna be the way you want Where’s it going to get you acting serious?

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Oh. Care to change that? We'll start you off slow.

Man,

You’re a quick learner. But you know what makes an occasion fun? Alcohol. And judging by the smell in here, we’ve hit the mother load.

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Oh. Whatever. So are you going?

Where's everyone?

They don’t allow cellphones in Russia?

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Wouldn't have thought a girl like you'd have to resort to roofies.

Man,

Don’t get me wrong: I’m an idiot, but an intuitive idiot.

Be careful, why? Did you spike the punch?

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Don't get me wrong: I'm an idiot, but an intuitive idiot.

Be careful, why? Did you spike the punch?

Man,

Good for who, that’s the question.

Alright, you’ve got me curious. Guess I’ll stick around for the night’s finale.

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You're a quick learner. But you know what makes an occasion fun? Alcohol. And judging by the smell in here, we've hit the mother load.

Man,

Who’s that?