"I know I can do better, Flash-for-brains," Pietro replied, crossing his arms over his chest. He tilted his head cockily to the side. "You're on. It'll have to be delivery because I'm on 'Tower House Arrest,' but I've really been craving some free tacos." He gestured around the large, sectioned gymnasium that served for the training area. They had this part all to themselves, but there were a few other people scattered around. "We could do fifty laps around the place, or..." He rubbed his chin for a moment. "We could make it really interesting. Race from the top of the building to the bottom, touching every doorknob on the way. First one to the lobby wins?"
Barry grinned, excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Now you're speaking my language, Pietro. Speed and precision—I like it." He glanced around, assessing the logistics quickly. "Let's make it even more interesting. Every third door knob must be touched with the opposite hand." Barry stretched his arms, loosening up. "Ready when you are."




















