Pietro was wearing that little cocky smile of him. He was quite certain of himself.
'You smug little shit,' I smirked at him, while he was waiting impatiently. 'I bet you are some miracle skater, aren't you?'
Pietro shrugged. 'Not really. I can't remember when I skated last. But you know, I am quite good at moving.'
I stuck out my tongue. 'I can't remember either. Yet, unlike you, that doesn't make me eager to do it.'

'Come on, Arrow-Girl.' The moment I had finished tying the laces, Pietro grabbed my hand, and hauled me onto the ice faster than I could register. One moment I was sitting upon the wooden bench, the next moment we skirted down the ice, and fell, hard on our butts.
I cried out, and punched Pietro in the shoulder. 'Idiot! You can't just run down a rink!'
'Oops.' Pietro grinned playfully. 'My fault.'
Characteristically, he hadn't learnt anything from this mistake, and tried to get up just as quickly. I laughed my head off when he smacked down again. When he had tried to get up like three times in a row, I could barely breath.
'Stop, stop!' I gasped, dabbing the tears of laughter off my cheeks. 'Pietro, please!'
He did so, grudgingly.
'Look,' I said, getting up quite demonstratively. It was a bit wonky, but I made it. 'See? Slow and steady, that's how it works.' To prove my point, I made a little circle around Pietro, who was still sitting on the ice.
'You probably just have better skates,' he muttered under his breath. The comment had not been meant for me, but seeing I had inherited my father's keen senses, I heard him nonetheless.
'Definitely. Just how you've got magical shoes to run fast.' I beamed at him, and held out my hand. 'Come on. Let's get you on your feet.'
'I thought you didn't know how to skate,' Pietro complained. Though as I pulled him on is his feet, he clinched his hand around mine, holding on even after he had almost straightened upright.
'You really need to learn how to be patient,' I chuckled.
'Just teach me how to skate, Alexa.'

That took a bit more from me than "just", as I had to skate many feet backwards, so Pietro could get forwards. Early on I realised his problem was that he tried to walk, instead of actually skate. To help him get the leg motion right, I got him one of those metal contraptions for children, which would allow him to focus on only his feet, and not on keeping his balance.
He was really trying, so it didn't take too long before he could stand on both of his legs all by himself. Although he had a whole different opinion on that.
'Alexa, your hand, please, your hand!' He reached out desperately wobbling back and forth.
'Why, it's going great!' I encouraged him, trying hard not to laugh.
'Please!'
I shook my head, though took his hand nonetheless. Pietro let out a sigh of relief when his hand enclosed around mine.
'Come on,' I urged, 'let's make a round.'
Pietro moaned softly, shovelling his feet to move forwards.
'Don't shovel! Glide!' I showed him the wider foot movement, pulling him forwards. At first he spluttered indignantly, until the muttering died out. When I looked next to me, I could see the concentration on his face. His patience and determination where cute, and effective. Eventually, we soared across the ice together.

Contrary to being in Pietro's arms while speeding, skating while going faster than humans should be going was one of the most amazing experiences I had ever felt. The faster we went, the tighter Pietro had to hold me. Somehow, I didn't even mind.
The moment my heart almost stopped, was when Pietro grabbed both of my wrists and twirled me around. I may even have squealed due to the dizzying motion. Strangely, Pietro's abnormally blue eyes almost gave light as we grinned at each other.

The big problem was how to stop spinning. No way would I try to do it by letting go or sticking my skate into the ice.
'How do we stop?'
Pietro shrugged, pulling me even closer. Every inch we neared each other we seemed to speed up. The outside was reduced to a swirl of colours, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to prevent getting sick. Eventually, we slowed down at last, until we were almost standing still. I felt my ankles wobble, before we toppled over. Giggling I reopened my eyes, and saw how Pietro's hat had fully dropped down to the top of his nose.
'Seeing much?'
Quickly, he pulled the woollen contraption off his head. 'Great view.'
'What?' I laughed.
He shook his head. 'Never mind.' He looked around, and took something off the ice. He studied it, and my inners froze over. I knew what it was. 'Hey,' he noted, 'it's got your name on it!'
Rapidly I snatched it from between his fingers. 'Thanks,' I uttered uncivilly. Immediately I put the letter back into my pocket, from which it must have fallen.
'Sorry…' Pietro seemed a bit shocked and affronted. Then he apparently decided let it go. 'Want to go for a cup of hot chocolate?'
Happy with this changing of subject, I nodded, and smiled extra warmly to compensate for my previous behaviour. 'Gladly.'