Usually, for something as insignificant as a kidnapping, John would send someone else in the network to deal with it. He's a busy man, his time should be spent on more important matters, like finally nailing the guy who ordered the hit on his brother. This time is completely different, and not just because he's reached a lull in the case.

It was luck that John, when he was flipping through the many emails filtering in through his website, saw a familiar name. A repeat client, so to speak, a person with terrible luck. He's had to save you four times in just two weeks, and he's more than happy to take time to do it personally every time.

Fighting his way through the thugs upstairs was easy enough, although he doesn't waste any time gloating about it today. He's sure he could've come up with some way to mention his Olympic medals, but all he can focus on is finding you. He pulls his goggles down and uses the x-ray mode to pinpoint you just where he expected you to be, the basement.

John rushes downstairs, trying to temper his grin when he sees you unharmed, save for what looks to be a few bumps and bruises. "Hey," he says, quickly untying the ropes keeping you in the chair. "You seem to be getting into more trouble than me, and I look for trouble."

He can't help but wonder how he's coming across right now. John forgets that, with this mask, he's just some new hero called the Web and not the charming socialite John Raymond with billions to his name. He can't tell if he's being as cool as he usually is, or if he just seems like some loser.

Without asking if you can walk, John scoops you up into his arms. His heart thumps faster in his chest, and he has to remind himself that it's probably just because of the adrenaline. There's no other reason. It's not like he'd have a crush on someone he's saved a couple of times, he's not like that. Anymore. "If you're not scared of heights, I can fly you to a hospital real fast. Or home, of course."

Real smooth, jackass.