The speed had Steve leaning back against the wall of the elevator, head swimming for a moment. He really didn't want to be trapped in a small metal box with Magneto any longer than he had to be, and he watched numbers fly by before muttering stiffly, "Ninety-One." This wasn't going to buy as much time as he'd hoped. But fighting Magneto in this enclosed space was a suicide mission.
"How long have you had Quicksilver?" he asked, inclining his head.