Tommy surged forward with all his might. Sweat poured from his brow as he hit the upper machs. He could see his fingers inches from tagging Uncle Pietro, his blue eyes had a glow of mischief about them. It was beyond proving a point now. There was just this comradery, that Speed had never thought could exist between two people with the same power. Mom really had made them in the image of Quicksilver, and herself. That was when that bastard pulled a trick on him, Quicksilver stopped! Jerking forward, the silver haired youth tried to come to a halt and but instead tripped and hit the water about sixty miles further down the line. The boy bounced on and off the waters edge painfully. This probably would have killed a normal kid, but Tommy was a mutant. A mutant built for the world of super speed. He landed painfully with a jolt into the sea, and just couldn't stop laughing despite the bruises.
Speed was fast, but he had a ways to go before he could beat Pietro. God, those thoughts came back in full. Thoughts of Wanda making him like Quickie. Thomas just didn't know how he felt about that. There were so many things that needed to be said to her that he just couldn't say in this universe.