Pietro and Kenny were in the school gym, shooting hoops. Pietro had the ball. He dribbled, quickly went around Kenny from the left, and made a basket. With a "Woo-hoo!", Pietro jumped with excitment.

"Yeah! Man I'm awesome!"

"You got some moves, Piet," huffed Kenny, a little out of breath. "You should join the basketball team."

"I would, but I'm pretty busy."

It was true. He was busy with school and work. But he also didn't want to join the team because he didn't want a run in with any X-Men. Knowing the stupid ones, like Evan Daniels, would try to get into his business, and use whatever he found out to try and make his life hell.

Pietro got a drink from his water bottle.

"I gotta go," said Kenny, wiping his face with a towel. "I have ta pick up my mom's cold medicine."

"Alright. Later, Ken."

Once Kenny was gone, Pietro countiued to shoot hoops be himself.

After twenty minutes of shooting alone, Peter entered the gym.

"Hey, Tro," said Peter.

"Oh, hey, Pete," said Pietro.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Shoot."

"Would you train with me?"

"Huh?"

"Weel, since you know my secret, I thought maybe we could train our powers together."

"Hmm, well, I do like to exercise when I can. And there are times I wish I had someone to spar with. I asked my friends lots of times, but they're all usually too lazy. So, yeah, sure."

"Great! Starting tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow sounds good."

Three Months Later

Pietro was exhausted. With working for the Daily Globe, working at the restaurant, his school work, hanging with his Bayville friends, hanging with his Queens friends, training with Peter, occasionally secretly helping Peter's alter-ego Spider-Man take down a bad guy with the hero was in need of the help, and so many other things going on in his life, Pietro was starting to ge really tired.

He was now in the kitchen, face resting on his hands, eyes ready to close, but Pietro tried to stay wake.

He eventually couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep.

Lance walked into the kitchen to get some breakfast and saw his best friend sleeping on the table.

"Tro?" Lanced shook Pietro lightly to wake him. "Tro? Pietro? Pietro, wake up, man. Pietro!"

"Spidey! The Green Goblin is behind you!" Pietro shouted when he finally woke up.

"Whoa!" Lance jumped back and fell on his butt.

"Oh, hi there, Lance. Sorry about that," said Pietro, grinning sheepishly, rubbing the back oh his head.

"You look really tired," said Lance, getting up an dtook a seat in a chair. "Maybe you should take it easy."

"I can't take it easy. I have so many things to do. I have many responsibilities. I can't slow down no matter what."

"Pietro, your health and you getting the rest you need is more important to me than paying the bills. Why don't you take the day off. Just go to bed and sleep."

"I don't know."

Pietro's cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Tro. It's me, Peter. I got news from a friend that every one of Spidey's villians are going to an oction tonight to get their hands on a special tablet that lets who ever has it regain their youth, and I might need the help of my mysterious friend, so make sure you're rested and ready."

"Right."

Pietro hung up.

"Maybe I will rest today."

"Good," said Lance.