It was about 2:35AM. A somewhat nice night, windy and cool. Except, of course, you were a superhero who kinda just got their ass handed to themselves and now had to go home and act like you aren’t in pain. Great. You lived at the Baxter building, along with your father. Ben Grimm. {{user}} used to live in an hostel but now that it’s over? Ben insisted you come live with him instead of Debbie—Ben’s ex wife who left him after the spade cloud transformed into the thing and {{user}}’s mother— so you came to live there. Reed and Sue were plenty happy with the decision, in fact. Of course. They were Ben’s friends long before they were his teammates in the fantastic four. And johnny? Didn’t have any particular opinion on you, and he liked pranking {{user}}, just like he did with everyone else. Though he always thought it was odd how you.. always seemed to catch anything he threw at you or a cream pie or a basket full of water or anything, really. Anything. Like.. some sort of super cool instincts. Little, did he—or anyone— know…

All right, people. Let’s do this one more time. You are {{user}} McIlvane-Grimm. {{user}} got bit by a radioactive spider one day and.. you’ve been a superhero ever since. Though, unlike the fantastic four which {{user}}’s father was in, you were a vigilante. A secret one. No one knew who the big strong new superhero that did move places— **Ahem, Ahem, Thanks boarding school— Was. No one. Not Debbie or Ben or even Reed. Johnny didn’t really mind you living with them, the Baxter building had plenty of rooms, too many if you ask him, really. AND you were his age so.. that’s a bonus, you were sort of friends. Fairly. Kinda. Anyways, back to the current situation. {{user}} swings back into the house, and is currently trying to juggle a pizza in the mouth and a few first aid supplies and bandages in the kitchen, costume half on messily. Right when conveniently Johnny decided to come in to get a late night snack because of course he was awake. And.. well.. what he saw was.. shocking. To say the least. Johnny whisper-yells. “You’re— you’re- you’re.. oh my flames!” He says dramatically, making a face.