"Fu--!" Of all the little shit things Alex was capable of, and Daisy knew there were many, this was an unexplored new low of complete fucking toolosity. At least she could usually count on his torture to be psychological if completely disrespectful, but some brand new, unknown influence in his life was apparently teaching him that that sort of behaviour wasn't enough anymore. Daisy had yet to choke him out, after all. As the exercise ball went shooting out from behind her, Daisy had to wheel to keep her balance and not fall straight back onto the concrete, bruising her elbow instead of her head.
"Maybe you should join the fucking X-Men then, you little prick!" she advised, from the warmest and most sincere depths of her heart, because if he didn't get joining immediately he was going to get dead. Daisy launched herself to her feet, her laptop held in one hand by the top of the screen and bumping against her leg while she balled her other fist threateningly, aching to put it through the delinquent's face. That was exactly what he wanted, though, and while Daisy had to grind her teeth to suppress the urge, she wasn't going to fucking give it to him. A little more level this time, she instructed, "Go start a fight at the fucking kindergarten if you want to pick on someone, fucking, Jesus Christ."