kid-omega:

mutantfromkansas:

Really, Quentin. Do you really think that at your current level you can handle my mind when not even your future self has managed to get in there deep enough to make a dent?

Feel free to try though. I can show you your father’s head. Maybe even highlight the gory details for you.

*Quentin burst forward, taking him through a wall and up into the sky without a warning.*

You’re dead. 

A sickening laugh ripped free from Evan’s chest. He’s clearly amused by the entire endeavor. Even without his suit, he was still more than capable.

“Actually, I’m not." 

He latched onto Quentin’s wrist, hand heating, growing hot as he slowly let the strength of his hand blast grow, beginning to burn through flesh as he looked into Quentin’s eyes.