Sexy and I know it.

// give me spideytorch

With a pout on his lips he hurried to fix his hair then push himself upright. ' SISTER TAX- That was lame but thanks' He unzips the suit letting it drop to the floor. ' I may love that thing way to much-'

And then he falls to the floor with a thud. ' SUE!-' He yanked the helmet of a tinge of red on his cheeks. ' dont sneak up on me-'

I know- I can explain.

The kitchen is on fire- ITS NOT MY FAULT.

Johnny Storm. AKA THE HUMAN TORCH. FLAME ON BABY!