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Fred laughed, "I get to go first, right, Pietro?"

"You got it, Blob."

"Okay," Fred began, leading them into his domain, the kitchen, "I figured that before you go off running here and there it might be nice to have some carbs to burn. I know Pietro's always hungry," He put his hand on one side of his mouth and with the free side whispered into the Flash's ear, "Confidentially, he eats almost as much as I do although you'd never know it by the looks of him." He cleared his throat, once again addressing the two of them, "So, without further adieu, I give you the first challenge." He rummaged in the cupboard a short while before producing a couple loaves of bread, cans of peanut butter, jars of jelly, and the accompanying knives and spoons. "It's a two-parter. First, you have to make twenty pbj sandwiches. First done will receive 10 points, extra points will be awarded for appearance. Part two, you gotta eat 'em. Glasses of milk or water will be included. Ten points for the winner and an extra 20 if you're faster than me."

"Wait a second," Pietro chirped, "You're competing too?"

"You bet I am. I love PB&J."

"Hope you got a stopwatch," Flash warned.

"Don't worry about it," Fred told him, "Toad?"

The human frog leapt into the room. "Yeah?"

"You got those stop watches?"

"Right here, they're working....perfectly," he laughed nervously. "Why won't this thing work?"

"Never mind," Fred told him, "first one to say "done". On your mark," they grabbed the backs of bread, "Get set," hands were poised on the twist ties, "Go!"

There was a flurry of hands as well as condiments that flew through the air. "Done," the speedsters announced. Fred looked hopelessly at the other brotherhood members. "Did you catch which one said 'done' first? I didn't quite hear clearly defined voices."

"I so said it first," Pietro quipped.

"Don't get so high and mighty. My ears clearly heard you say it 1/8 of a second after myself."

"Lance," Freddy questioned.

"Just say they tied. The second half will determine the faster of the two, if not just who has the bigger stomach," Lance replied, eying up the two towers of sandwiches.

"Okay," Fred agreed, retrieving his own stack from the fridge. "Now, remember what I said before," he took a seat, making himself comfortable. "On your mark..."

"Hey, what about my extra points?" Pietro indicated his stack of dripping, misshapen sandwiches.

"Um, those sandwiches are the worst I've ever seen."

"What?! This stack is a work of art."

"Sure is," Fred nodded, "Looks nothing at all like a stack of sandwiches." Pietro's face fell as he began to mutter to himself.

"Mine look better...right?" Freddy glanced at the Flash's own stack of mangled bread.

"Uh...that's a negative. You both need lessons."

"You heard the man," Pietro quipped, "Eat my dust."

"Only if I have enough room in my stomach," Flash responded, fully realizing how difficult the task might be.

"On your mark," Lance prompted, "Get set, go..." There was once again a flurry of hands from the speedsters as Freddy methodically devoured the obstacle. The flurry quickly subsided leaving both with sandwiches still left on their plates- three on the Flash's and four on Pietro's.

"It isn't fair," Pietro stated, "I don't have any more room left in my stomach."

"I hate Peanut Butter and Jelly," the Flash groaned, "Nasty bit of sandwich that sticks to the roof of your mouth. I need some water."

"Betcha I can get it faster," Pietro challenged.

"You're on," the Flash grinned. "On the count of three...THREE!" Both slowly tilted back in their chairs, which wobbled uneasily on only two legs before tipping back hitting the counter. They both blindly groped for the water spicket and glasses.

"Need some help, guys?" Fred placed his empty plate in the sink before handing them each a glass. "There ya go."

Pietro stared disinterested into the swirling liquid. "I'm gonna be sick," he moaned, lurching to his feet and stumbling on his way. The Flash continued to stare before taking a sip.

"Think you're gonna finish?"

The Flash only stared at the boy who had beat both himself and the young upstart. 'How did he do it," the Flash wondered. "You know," Fred continued, "it's gonna take Pietro at least ten minutes to get back here since it takes that long on a good day, likes to make sure everything is perfect. You could be well on your way to being done by then."

The Flash blankly stared at the still unfinished sandwiches. 'I can't eat another bite," he said flatly.

"Give up?"

"Never," he growled.

An hour later found both speedsters staring at the impossible task before them. "Hey," Pietro glared, "you ate one more sandwich than me."

"So it would appear," came the response. Pietro then dutifully raised his own top sandwich to his mouth and took a bite. "I'll let my hygiene drop to that of Toad's before you eat more than me." Flash, who had become a bit lethargic from a full belly simply shrugged.

A half hour later Pietro was putting the last bit of that same sandwich into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. "There, now we're even." They sat in silence for a bit until Fred once again came to check on them. He pointed to Pietro's now equal stack. "You gonna take that from him?"

"You bet I am," Flash responded.

"You two going to call it quits?" The speedsters slowly turned their heads to look at one another, slowly turned them back to look at Fred, and nodded. "Alright, now you're in for some fun." He poked his head out the door, "They're all yours, Todd."

"Oh, goody," Todd exclaimed. "Who won the last one?"

"They both quit, too full to finish."

An evil grin spread across Todd's face. "You were right, Fred, we are going to have fun."