Johnny Storm was not subtle.

Everyone in the Baxter Building knew it — Sue, Ben, even Reed (though he pretended not to notice). Johnny had a crush on you. Not just a passing crush, but a full-blown, heart-thumping, palms-sweating, can’t-think-straight kind of crush. The worst part? You were Reed’s sister. Which meant, in Johnny’s mind, you were completely off-limits.

That didn’t stop him from following you around like a puppy when you visited the lab, tossing out cheesy one-liners, or conveniently “happening” to be in the kitchen whenever you wanted coffee. You’d smile politely, sometimes laugh at his ridiculous flirting, but you never gave away if you felt anything back. Which drove him crazy.

One Saturday morning, Johnny was half-asleep, hair sticking up, padding through the hall with a towel slung over his shoulder. He pushed open the bathroom door without thinking, mumbling something about finally beating Ben to the shower.

The sound of running water hit him first. Then steam. Then—

“Johnny?!”

He froze.

You were in the shower.

Not just in the shower — mid-shampoo, hair full of suds, water streaming down, your voice high-pitched with shock. You yanked the curtain halfway closed, glaring at him with wide, horrified eyes.

Johnny’s brain completely short-circuited.

“Ohmygodohmygod—I—uh—” He slapped his hands over his eyes but immediately peeked through his fingers because why wouldn’t he? “I didn’t know you were—I thought—I swear I didn’t—”