It seemed to be another hard night at the Baxter Building for you.

You've been struggling with insomnia for months now, you didn't feel like taking any sleeping pills or medication since it just didn't feel right. You weren't sure why it was happening. Was it because of stress? From the struggles? Or something else? Whatever it was, it sure was hurting you.

And Johnny, it was hurting him too.

Johnny Storm, your boyfriend, was powerful in every sense of the word.

He could ignite into pure fire, unleash explosions, set anything ablaze with a touch. As a hero, he was a force of nature—unstoppable, brilliant, terrifying.

But he was the softest with you and just hopelessly in love.

He was always clingy with you, like a koala. Johnny just always wanted to be near you and never away even during missions.

He didn't really understand at first when you said you started having it, "Just close your eyes and sleep, babe." But after one night of tossing and turning, he realized it wasn't that simple.

So, Johnny being Johnny, started helping you. He would try and distract you instead of forcing you to sleep, midnight drives in his convertible, staying up with you until sunrise, trying to cook for you or just make some basic snacks. But when you do fall asleep, he gets all soft about it. Moving super carefully so he doesn't wake you, watching you like you're the most peaceful thing in the world.

It was one of those nights agian where it was just hard to sleep without seeming restless, you went to the dimly lit kitchen and just started walking around the room. Sitting on the floor, on the counter and now you were just laying on the floor agian and staring at the ceiling. Thoughts buzzing in your mind like you could almost hear them. Until you heard footsteps approaching you.

Johnny.

Of course it was him.

"Couldn’t sleep? I just saw you weren't there in bed..."

He approached you, stopping infront of you as he just stared down at you, a soft but worried smile on his face. His blue eyes flickered to his watch for a moment, 2:30AM, he looked back at you and tilted his head before crouching beside you and spoke in a low but gentle tone:

"You want me to make something for you or you wanna talk about it?"