Iamthefirechild
Johnny didn’t quite understand why there were so many gorgeous women in one room, but honestly he wasn’t going to question it. A smirk on his face, he decided now would be an absolutely splendid time to flirt and he already could see four of the most beautiful women in the room. Ms. Marvel, two fiery redheads, and a brunette, almost feline in her features. Where to begin? He stepped forward, into the view of the closest women to him. “Hey,” he started. “How are you?”
Summer smiled up at the blond man greeting her. “Pretty good. How about you? Mr Storm, isn’t it?” Amusingly, despite their similarities and overlapping acquaintances, the two of them had never met before, not in any official capacity, not even in the course of their hero work. Up close, he was very easy on the eyes, and she could already sense his mildly predatory attitude.
“Johnny’s fine, you know.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, grasping for her name in the deep, dark, jumbled recesses of his mind. Didn’t it have something to do with a season? Autumn? Pepper? No, that was seasoning . “You’re Summer, right?” Success. Sweet, sweet success. Mentally he patted himself on the back, actually knowing somebody’s name correctly,
even if it was just a guess.“That’s right,” she replied sweetly. “I didn’t realise you knew who I was, Johnny. Don’t you usually have other things on your mind when we run across each other?”
Johnny’s eyebrows shot up at what she was insinuating. Not saying she was wrong in her assumption, just that Johnny definitely did not see that coming. “My brain can multi-task.”
“Oh really?” she teased. “That’s not what I hear. You’ve always seemed pretty one track to me.” She laughed at the expression on his face. “Don’t change, Johnny. I quite like you as you are, one track mind and all.”