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“Did you loose a bet with someone?” Cisco asked.
“Excuse me?” Dr. Wells asked.
“You're a little...gray,” Cisco said, motioning to Dr. Wells' hair. Caitlin came around, grin on her face. She held out a compact to him. He took it, raising it to look at his hair. The reflection showed a silvery streak down one side of his head.
“I want to try out this naming thing,” Caitlin said. “How about Quicksilver!”
Dr. Wells laughed. “Marvel would shit themselves.”
“Marvel?” Caitlin asked. Dr. Wells shook his head.
“I'm not letting you name me Quicksilver,” Dr. Wells said. “End of story.”