You and Johnny were sitting on the roof of some building in New York City after a long, tiring mission. You’d fallen into a sort of comfortable silence, still recovering from fighting villains and criminals all day.

You’d pulled out a cigarette, but damn it, you forgot your lighter. You sighed, about to give up, before you turned to look at Johnny, who was still partially on fire from his powers. So you got a great idea!

Johnny turned to look at you as he realized what you were doing. “… babe, did you seriously just use me as your human lighter?” he said, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk. “You’re gonna give yourself lung cancer.”