There was the question. "How do you do it?" That was the one question Marc truly hated being asked. He was proud of his martial arts skill, but he lived by a strict code of honesty. He couldn't simply say practice. Marc was born with a gift he couldn't fully control. His reaction speed was no longer normal, he couldn't drop it down to regular capacity anymore. It was always at two times regular human levels of reaction speed. It was getting faster, and faster made him unstable. Unless he needed or wanted it to, he preferred life a little in the calm side. Calm may have been training and joggin and the adrenaline that pumped through his veins, but it was peace non the less. This, was different. He could see everything that was going on, involuntarily reacting to anything that came remotely close to him. Always on guard, always ready to fight, never truly feeling safe anymore. Not to mention now being forced to rely on this ability when fighting was a brutal blow to his pride. When he had control, he embraced his power, now he was becoming scared. He had already been able to cope with being incapable of turning off his adoptive muscle memory, Italy have taken five years, but he did. He would just have to cope. 
" The doctors call it a virtual superpower. My reaction speed can be up to three times faster than an average human when I want it to. Right now it's stuck at two and I can't get it to go lower. If it was turned off I could've dodged the tray, but not kicked it like that. As far as my other ability is concerned, I have Adoptive combative muscle memory. I see a move that call be applied in combat, I can instantaneously do it. Perfectly. Call it a superpower if you will, call me a freak. I'll embrace it either way." Throughout saying this he was I long, for whatever reason, he felt like he could trust Avery.