"Ow!" Twelve year old Evan Daniels dropped the sewing needle he was holding, and stuck his finger in his mouth. "Why does this keep slipping?"
"Because you're trying to push it through really thick fabric. Here, use this thimble," Pietro Maximoff said.
"Thanks. But why couldn't Miss Teek fix these for us?" Evan said, resuming his task of sewing the cuffs on a pair of jeans.
"Something about not wanting to spend all her time fixing the clothes of small demons? She's kinda crazy," Pietro said, carefully stitching a collar back onto a shirt.
"Maybe we should stop climbing over that barbed wire fence to get to that gravel pit," Evan suggested.
The two boys looked at each other. "Nah," they both said.
"Besides, sewing's not that hard. Its kinda fun," the white haired boy added.
Evan dropped his needle and stuck his thumb in his mouth. "Ow! Says you! This is hard!"
"Well, it's not your fault I'm better at this that you are," Pietro said kindly. "Wait, yes it is."
Evan grabbed the jeans he had been working on, and threw them at his friends head. "If you're so great at it, here, do mine too!"
Pietro grabbed them. "Fine! It'll take me about thirty seconds!"
Evan snorted. "In your dreams. Not even you are that fast."
Pietro smirked. "Think what you want, Evan, but I'll always be faster than you."
Evan was about to reply, when the door to his room opened. "Boys, it's- What are you doing" Mrs. Daniels asked.
Pietro gave her puppy eyes. "I'm fixing Evan's clothes for him."
"What? That's not-"
"Evan! For goodness sakes, Pietro is a guest here! We don't make guests work. Now, the both of you wash up, it's time for dinner," Evan's Mom said, leaving.
Evan turned, glaring at Pietro. "Time to find out just how fast you are…"
Pietro laughed as he ran down the hall to the bathroom. "I win!"