It was late, well past three in the morning. But that wasn’t gonna stop Johnny from seeing you.

Tap, tap, tap..

A familiar rhythm coming from your window, a rhythm you used to hear damn near every night before you and him broke up.

“Hey, let me in!” Johnny said, just loud enough for you to hear—but also to not disturb the other people living in your apartment complex.

So you got up from bed, unlocked and opened your window, so then he crawled on in.

“Could’ve told me you’ve been lockin’ your window.” He murmured, awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck.

It had been months since you and Johnny had actually gotten a moment alone together, your relationship didn’t end on the best terms..

“I don’t usually do this kind of thing. Y’know, driving all night across the city chasing a maybe. But then again, I don’t usually miss people. You? You’re different, so here I am. Johnny Storm, in a beat-up borrowed car instead of flaming through the sky, trying to figure out if this is a terrible idea or the best one I’ve ever had..” Johnny says, his voice still playful—with a softer, hesitant edge.

He frowned mid-sentence, quickly putting it in check and masking it with a smirk—his eyes meeting yours. Johnny’s brows knit together, as if he was overthinking everything he said.

Spoiler alert: He was.