Pietro was looking in the newspaper for a job. If he got a job, he could save up and buy an apartment to live in.
As he sat in an armchair in the living room, looking through the paper, Evan, riding his skateboard, rode by.
"Look out!" cried Evan.
He crashed and landed right on Pietro.
"Get off of me!" yelled Pietro.
Evan quickly got off.
"I thought Sam told you not to skateboard in the house!"
"He did. Don't tell him."
"If you leave right now, maybe I won't. Maybe."
Evan took his skateboard and left.
'Stupid kid,' thought Pietro.
"Hey, Pietro," said Jean-Paul, sitting on the couch.
"Hey."
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Looking for a job so I can get money to get the hell outta here."
"Awwww. You're leaving us?"
"Never even wanted to set foot here."
"It's not that bad here."
"No? You don't have Paige bad mouthing you. Or the spike boy falling off his skateboard on you."
"Evan was skateboarding in the house again?"
"And he fell on top of me. Don't tell Sam."
"I won't. Okay, I can see why you don't like it here. But eventually Paige will warm up to you."
"I don't care. I'm leaving."
"I'll miss you when you leave."
Jean-Paul turned on the TV. The movie Captain America was on.
"Captain America rocks."
"Tch. No he isn't," muttered Pietro.
"Oh, that's right. No one's better then you," said Jean-Paul with a smile.
"No one is. I could beat any one."
"Could you beet me in a race?"
"Are you challenging me?"
"Maybe I am."
"Let's race right now."
"Around the Earth and back here?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Let's go!"
They both moved at super speed.
Pietro came first. Jean-Paul showed up ten seconds later. He was out of breath. Pietro was just fine.
"I win," said Pietro, smugly.
"Yeah," panted Jean-Paul. "G-good run."
"You're not that bad. But I'll always be better."
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