They didn't need to call Nick every time Alex had a fucking nightmare, and Daisy's powers weren't lousy. They were certainly better than a power that depended on eye contact and making someone wet their pants. Did Alex even have nightmares? Were those just dreams to Phobos?
"What do you think, I accidentally misplaced my superpower?" Daisy bit, rolling her eyes and pushing herself to her feet, shaking out her drying hand. If there was an explanation for this, it was that Alex's new and exciting hormones were making a secondary power kick in, like a mutant, which did make Daisy a little nervous. What use did Nick have for two Quakes? She at least had the training over him, and held up her unpainted hand to demonstrate, only the door she meant to slam on him didn't do anything.
Her brow only furrowed for a moment before she accused, "What the fuck?" glaring at Alex like this was some kind of fucking fantastic new trick he learned to torture her with. "What did you do?" she demanded without waiting for him to answer her first question, then again, "You think this is fucking funny?" By the time she was asking this, her hand had jumped back to her collar where she found she had to tug it away from her neck, as if it had been snagged on something when she moved. But the sweater and leggings she had put on precisely because they were comfortable weren't just pulled tight in one place, they were getting tight everywhere, squeezing around her armpits and wrists. This, of course, was extra infuriating and bewildering, and Daisy demanded "What the fuck?" once more, this time with fresh outrage down at herself as her feet got further away and the seams of her clothes began to tear.