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[heatedrod]

One of the nicer things about being able to set yourself on fire that nobody really talked about? The ability to control body fat. It was a completely vain sort of perk, but Johnny loved it. Between that and fighting evil wannabe supervillains on a constant basis, he'd always been in perfect shape

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[broken_brushes]

On the list of things I really did not need in my life right about then, Johnny Storm half-naked was right near the bottom. Which wasn't to say he wasn't nice to look at. He was, in fact, exactly the opposite, which was why it was a problem. Thankfully, I wasn't still hung over from the night before, so at least I had my wits about me.

"Do normal people sweat that much, or just guys who used to be able to control fire?" I asked as I stepped up behind him with a smile.

[heatedrod]

"Just guys who used to be able to control fire," Johnny replied, working up a smile between breaths. "And guys stupid enough to jog in the middle of the day."

See, sometimes Johnny could be aware of his faults.

[broken_brushes]

"If you get heat stroke, there is no way I can carry you to the clinic," I replied with a sigh, and held my bottle of water his way. What was it with guys being out in the heat and not knowing any better? "You'd have to lay here and melt, which while being poetic, isn't something I especially want to happen."

[heatedrod]

Johnny took the bottle with a nod of thanks. "I think you mean ironic," he said, taking a swig. "And I'm incredibly touched that you wouldn't want to drag my sorry butt to the clinic."

[humanquagmire]

Sometimes Taylor really thought Someone Up There loved her.

It was the little things that really made life grand, after all, and she was all about not taking them for granted -- little things like the sheer volume of hot shirtless guys on this island, particularly the one right in front of her. Back before, in Newport, sure, she would have walked right up and started talking, no worries. The only difference here was that the guys seemed so much less inclined to laugh or walk away. And that kind of made all the difference in the world.

"Well, isn't this perfect?" she asked brightly as she headed over toward him. "Here I was thinking all I needed to make this day better was a little company."

[heatedrod]

"Hey," Johnny greeted, immediately making an effort to straighten up and slow his breathing down. Trying not to look like he was out of shape: check. (And he wasn't; he just wasn't used to actually running that much.) "Company is always welcome, if it's yours."

[humanquagmire]

Frankly, as Taylor came to a stop right in front of him, it was all she could do to keep herself from touching his arm or something equally weird. She was a tactile person and he was gorgeous, if sweaty, and it wasn't like she'd ever let a little sweat stand in her way.

Sweeping her bangs out of her eyes, she beamed. "You're so sweet," she chirped. "Headed anywhere in particular or are you just out enjoying the day, getting a little exercise?"

[heatedrod]

"How about all three?" Johnny said, setting the shirt back onto his shoulder. Now that it was off (and Taylor was here) he had no real desire to put it back on. "Although I don't think I'm exactly enjoying the day right now."

[getemtiger]

Mary Jane was not really in the habit of walking around alone. However, she also wasn't in the habit of staying in one place for a particularly long amount of time, just in case. Now, she was grateful that she'd gone out, having come across Johnny where he'd stopped to catch his breath. She may not have known him like he knew her, but she always did enjoy his company. Besides, it helped being around someone she could really relax with, someone who knew what was going on.

"Hey," she said, smiling a little as she walked over, lifting one hand in a quick wave. "What're you doing out here? Aren't you, like, dying?"

[heatedrod]

"I'm adapting," Johnny corrected, giving MJ a quick wave. "No villains to fight, so I have to actually, like, exercise now."

Granted, he could have thought it through a little bit more.

[getemtiger]

"God forbid," Mary Jane laughed, though her expression softened just the slightest bit. The problem with the whole 'blank slate' thing was that it applied to villains, too. For all intents and purposes, Norman was allowed to be here, giving a fake name, and no one could do a thing about it. "Well, if you've exercised enough, want to walk me back to the Compound? I was thinking about getting something to eat."

[heatedrod]

"Absolutely," Johnny replied. He was all for relaxing now that he'd done the harder part of his new routine-- and he was willing to call it a cool down, if he had to.

That, and keeping MJ company was probably something Pete would appreciate. Not that Johnny ever needed a reason to.

"I'm thinking I want a really big slice of pie right about now."

[notawastedlife]

Technically, Tony probably shoudln't have been riding the Triumph down the boardwalks. Even with the after-market modifications, it wasn't not exactly safe.

But Tony had never been the safest of drivers, and what was it for, else?

Besides, it was fine. He completely didn't hit the guy by the signpost, after all, skid or no skid.

"You know, that's a thoroughfare," he said, "you shouldn't just... loiter in it."

[heatedrod]

"Shouldn't ride your bike on it either," Johnny shot back. He paused, though, letting Tony Stark on a bike on this godforsaken island sink in.

"How do you have a bike? You know what, no, forget it, I already know the answer to that."

Sometimes the universe was completely and totally unfair.

[notawastedlife]

"I'm- yeah, okay," Tony said, having never been one to carry on when told to forget something.

Unless there was an attractive woman involved. And even then, he tended towards the easy chases.

Mostly though, like the guy said. "You know."

[heatedrod]

Johnny shrugged. "You live with Reed Richards long enough, remembering a guy's got brains and can use them becomes second nature."

Didn't mean he liked Tony or anything, but that dislike had dimmed down over the last few months, especially after hearing how much of a scapegoat the entire world made him out to be thanks to the Skrulls.

That, and there was the whole alternate universe thing going on.

[filmstarbeauty]

Most of the time Blair Waldorf didn't believe in karma. It was for suckers. She used to not believe in jogging either, but things changed.

Idly blowing a wayward curl out of her eyes, she bit her lip in focus as the signpost came into view. Six steps later her concentration quickly withered at the sight that wasn't exactly bad. With any luck, this one would be just as flaming as the rest of them. But that didn't mean she couldn't look.

Just as she stepped, her ankle twisted slightly while the rest of her momentum kept going forward. "Oow! Oh my holy god!" she yelped, as she landed right on her ass.

[heatedrod]

So, hey, there was another thing that sucked about not having his power-- he wasn't even fast enough to help keep a girl only a few feet away from falling over. What kind of super hero was he when he couldn't even manage the polite things?

Regardless, Johnny was over at her side with a hand out. "Wow, hey, you okay?"

[filmstarbeauty]

While her physical injury might have been minor to non-existent, the injury to her pride was critical. A born and raised Upper East Side princess did not do well in situations of shame and distress, no matter what sort of public she was dealing with.

Though having the Object of Distraction, gay or otherwise, come to her rescue didn't hurt. Not that she needed it. Wasn't she playing I Am Woman Hear Me Roar or something like that these days?

Frowning slightly, she gave her foot a bit of a wiggle and nodded before looking at the Shirtless Wonder. "Not permanently damaged, so I'll live. Has anyone ever told you that you should come with a sign?"

[heatedrod]

Johnny crouched down beside her just in case, and broke into a grin at the compliment. "Only about a dozen times a week," he said, his own version of modesty. Sort of. "Want a hand up?"