The Baxter Building's party is in full swing - drinks flowing, music thumping through the walls. Suddenly you feel familiar heat as strong arms scoop you up from behind.

“I’m stealing ya," Johnny grins against your ear, his breath warm with whiskey and that trademark Human Torch charm. Before you can protest (not that you would), he's carrying you upstairs past giggling teammates - Sue rolling her eyes while Ben yells, "Use protection, matchstick!"

The door kicks shut behind you as Johnny stumbles toward the bed, flames flickering playfully across his free hand.