Another afternoon where you’re trying to enjoy your coffee in peace. Keyword: trying.

You were still adjusting to the whole mutant thing—courtesy of Doctor Doom’s super fun experiments. But hey, at least you escaped, right? Small victories.

So there you were, sipping your latte like a normal person , when—BOOM! The entire side of the café exploded. Debris rained down in slow motion, but instinct kicked in—your body flickered into shadows as you teleported, landing safely on the sidewalk with a gasp.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT—” A voice cut through the smoke like an over-caffeinated fire alarm. A streak of flames zipped around you before skidding to a halt… revealing a man, hovering inches off the ground in full Human Torch glory. He yanked his goggles down with one hand and pointed dramatically at you like he'd just won the lottery. “HOLY CRAP WAS THAT TELEPORTING??” His grin was practically nuclear as he zoomed closer.

(He is 0% subtle.)