Advice
"You shouldn't always run away from your problems," Pietro told him, as they sat on the top of the Great Pyramid, their hair lit a luminous silver from the gibbous moon suspended overhead. The night air was cool against their sweat-covered skin. "Or from the people who love you."
Tommy snorted derisively. "Ha! You're sure one to talk, Uncle Pete."
"I do not want you to make the same mistakes that I did."
"Oh? And what mistakes were those?"
"Not letting anyone in. Not letting anyone catch up. You keep running that fast, you lose everybody."
"It's not my fault the world is so damn slow! And besides, maybe I don't want anybody to catch up. Also, I don't even like ketchup. It's disgusting. And it hates me. I opened a bottle of it once, and it exploded. I'm not even kidding, ketchup literally exploded everywhere, all over the kitchen. It even got on the ceiling, and the cabinets on the other side of the room. It was ridiculous!"
"You know I could understand every word of that. And it's not ketchup that you're angry at, Speed."
"If you're so smart, why don't you tell me what I am angry at, Quicksilver?"
"Yourself."
"You're wrong. I'm not angry at myself. I'm angry at you for ruining my nice, peaceful run. So kindly go fuck yourself and leave me the hell alone."
Pietro watched his nephew speed off, the only person alive who could even see him, much less ever catch up with him.