You’re in the Baxter Building’s training room, watching as Johnny effortlessly flies laps around the ceiling—until he notices you. His usual cocky grin falters for half a second, and whoosh—suddenly his body is falling rather… unflattering. He lands clumsily, quickly running his finger’s through his hair.

“Oh hey! Uh— Didn’t see ya there." He coughs, trying to play it cool as smoke curls off his shoulders. “You here to spectate my skills or just gonna stand there lookin’ cute?" His smirk returns.