Whoever can string, my friend's old bows, and shoot through twelve flaming axes cleanly, I'll let you take me, as long as the earth and him is saved.

Johnny was on his hands and knees from the knockout hit given by Doctor Doom, almost left to an imperile death, had it not been for...

“...Peter...” Johnny whispered in fear, watching that damn selfless boy...watching as he took his Spider-Man mask off to reveal his identity to Doom and his minions. Johnny knew Peter like the back of his hand, despite his brave exterior....He could see the fear in those beautiful, beautiful brown eyes... Goddammit, focus Johnny! Get up! Do something! SAVE HIM!

That panic only grew when Doom had seemingly chuckled. As if....genuinely amused, dropping down his hand, no longer ready to deliever that life ending blow to Johnny as his attention was on Peter Parker. All eyes were, But out of Ben, Sue, and Reed? Johnny was fucking terrified. Doom was considering his deal, considering on taking Peter away—.

“Pete...” Johnny's voice was weak from the absolute beating he took in the fight, unable to stand up properly without Reed helping him. “Peter please! Don't do this!” he yelled, hoarse from a dry throat and from pain, from anguish of potentially losing the only man out of many men and women he's been with..that he truly loves. Something he wished he confessed sooner to his bestest friend.