"Hey, Pietro," you leapt over the couch in your flat. Pietro, one of your best friends, was over, and you were bored. "Race ya?"

"What?" he replied in his heavy accent.

"Race you? Both of us at the same speed, Speedy. Now, in the park."

"Oh? You are on, Y/N."

He flashed around you, and was now no longer in casual clothes but activewear and running shoes. You were already in sports clothing, so you head out the door together.

- - -

Pietro got his sister, Wanda, to judge.

"3!" you crouched onto the ground.

"2!" you raised your back.

"1!" you sprinted. Pietro was clearly struggling, far too used to his superspeed. Pushing yourself as hard as possible, you sped up.

"Y/N wins!" Wanda cheered.

"WHAT?!" Pietro yelled. "Unbelievable. She couldn't-"

"Looks like you're not as fast as you think, Piet," you teased, slugging him on the shoulder.

"I-I want a rematch," Pietro stuttered. "There's no way-"

"Oh I think you'll find it's entirely possible." You kissed him on the cheek and walked away.

"She-she just-"

"Go and get her, Pietro!" Wanda rolled her eyes.

In a flash of blue Pietro was in front of you.

"Pietro, you good?" you arched an eyebrow.

He lunged forward and kissed you.

"I like you, Y/N."

"I like you too, Piet."

"Princessa."

"Speedy."

"Gosh, we're immature."

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