Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

— We have to evolve. There's no room for the weak.
— And who decides who's weak?
— Life. Life always decides.

— Keep up, old man.
— Nobody would know. Nobody. The last I saw him, when Ultron was sitting on him, uh... yeah, he'll be missed, that quick little bastard. I miss him already.

— We were ten years old. Having dinner, the four of us. When the first shell hits, two floors below, it makes a hole in the floor... it's big. Our parents go in, and the whole building starts coming apart. I grab her, roll under the bed and the second shell hits. But, it doesn't go off. It just... sits there in the rubble, three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted one word...
— Stark.

What powers? What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them.