Miracles weren't something that Archie believed in. Archie's belief was that if something happened, it was caused by real events. You won fights because you trained and fought hard; you failed tests because you didn't study or just weren't smart enough. Archie lived in a very black and white world: a world without miracles and magic and prophecies and predictions and that other stuff. Maybe it was a survival mechanism for Archie. He'd learned a while back not to hope for miracles.
It was young, stupid little Archie believed in miracles and magic. Little Archie thought you could move objects with your mind and read thoughts, and sometimes he could swear that the images Archie saw in his dreams meant more than just something random.
When he'd been told he was part of the band of heroes, Archie had thought that maybe he was right all along. Maybe he was psychic, he wasn't just imagining things on those few and rare occasions. Maybe this was his moment to realise his talent.
But of course, then she had arrived too. Flouncing about with her long red hair and nun-chucks that no girl Archie ever knew could wield. Bubbly, social, a black belt, rich, and gorgeous: and she could read minds apparently. The team psychic. Predicting the future, reading thoughts, moving objects: she was everything Archie thought he was, but better beyond belief.
Drama Queen.
I read a while ago, someone said they had this small idea that maybe Archie was, like a "little bit" psychic, but nowhere near Theresa's level.
And so, I just had to try and write something.