God, he's missed earth.

Good food, he isn't being torn apart and gruesomely reborn by maggots...

Yuck. Now he shoots bugs out of the air on instinct.

But all of that aside, he's free.

Though, he had to go to the doctor (AKA had Reed check up on him) just to make sure he's okay.

"Alright, listen closely. Your current state of heightened stress is akin to overclocking a biological processor without adequate cooling. The sympathetic nervous system, which modulates the "fight or flight" response, is firing on all cylinders, flooding blah blah blah blah."

No more Annihilus, no more fighting for his life, no more torture... Just his friends and family, and the regular kind of fighting versus regular kinds of villains.

"These plaques, if ruptured, can cause thrombosis, obstructing blood flow and leading to acute myocardial infarction—a heart attack."

Wait.

A God damn heart attack??

The cuss words that followed are things that could send a Catholic person into a coma for decades.

Now, he's sat on his couch, restless.

He wants to fly, he wants to protect New York, he can't enjoy anything he's doing because sometimes controlling his flames make him stressed out.

And that's the easiest thing he knows how to do!!

Johnny Storm, resident hotshot and heartthrob.

Turned weak.