Summary: Speed is the very, very best super power.

Being the fastest means you can get away with a hell of a lot more than others. For instance, time seems to dilate the faster you go, so that allows for you to pull amazing pranks without getting caught.

For example, you could be sitting as innocent as an angel on the couch as someone, let's just say for this example Eli, walks into the room. Now, Eli sees you sitting across the room, covered in bags of chips and stuff. Obviously pinned down, right? There's no way you could ever do anything with all of that on you, it'd take forever to get it off.

This is where super speed comes in handy.

You can get all of the chips off, running over to, oh let's just say use the conveniently placed bag of glitter to make him look better. And you can be back in your seat before he even knows how sparkly amazing he looks.

So, he's sitting there cussing ans wearing at you, and you are just sitting there like "What? I've been sitting here this whole time? Did you see me move?"

HELL NO you didn't see me move.

That's what's going through your head. You're the fastest person on the goddamn planet. No way he was able to see you.

See, if you really want to test your abilities to get away with something, you have to step up your game a bit. Find someone who might possibly be able to keep up with you if you're having a bad day.

Let's use another example, say, your dear sweet uncle.

See, your poor uncle has been having a tough week. So what better way to make it better than some nice, um, what was the phrase your grandpa told you? Pouncing lessons? No no no, that was that stupid Disney movie Billy forced you to watch. Family Bonding, that was it. Your poor dear sweet uncle needs some family bonding. Your poor dear sweet slow uncle.

Since distance means nothing to you, you zip on over to the house he's been crashing in over in his home town. Poor guy really needs his exercise.

You run through his house, grabbing the tub of ice cream he was eating before running off. "Get back here!"

Aah, family bonding. At least he wasn't swearing.

Yet.

You rush through the country side, turning around and taking a bite of the ice cream. "You've got a strange taste in ice cream! Pistachio? Really?"

"If you don't like it then drop it!" You figure you should probably turn around and run properly. The old man was starting to catch up.

You hit the coast, putting on more speed as you race across the ocean. Poor uncle Pietro follows.

Not two minutes later you're hitting the east coast. Now to find your targets.

Today is cuddle day for Altman and Kaplan.

Twisting through the city, dodging cards, searching for the Kaplan's building. It isn't too long before you find it. You rush through the lobby, seen only as a blur a second after you've passed. Up, up up the stairs, then vibrate through the wall. There are Altman and Kaplan, cuddled close on the couch with their tub of chocolate ice cream.

Target sighted.

A final burst of speed and time slows down again, like it always should when you are about to do something amazing. You slow motion grab the tub of chocolate, switching it with pistachio. You slide around the corner right as Pietro opens the door and Billy takes a huge bite of the ice cream.

A cry of disgust sounds from Billy as Pietro slides around the corner.

"Can I help you with something Pietro?" He just glares at you as Billy yells at you from the other room.

"Are you still mad that you can't beat me in a race?"

Although, a problem with being a speedster is sometimes it's hard to dodge fast, close tubs of chocolate ice cream as they're put on your head. Pietro grabs his tub and leaves as the chocolate runs down your face.

There's only one thought going through your head as Kaplan and Altman stomp up.

Totally worth it.