He was surprised she was so quick behind him. There was a twinge of annoyance-- he was the one who did speed. That was HIS power. The ONE thing that made him special-- before it was overtaken by the sudden euphoria of I don't have to wait on her. He grinned like a lunatic.

"Naw. Appreciated, but not necessary. After all. Have you seen me?"

Modesty? What's that. Growing up with his silvery white hair, Pietro had to develop a healthy ego, to deal with the constant teasing. That his ego had since grown wildly out of control was another matter all together.