Heroes And Lovers
Really, Johnny Storm was nowhere near as stupid as he made himself out to be. He was, however, more than occasionally immature.
It was often more satisfying to be vindictive than to take the high road. And anyway, the high road wasn't really high, in this case; it was just easier not to say something than, well, to say something.
"Any comments on today's rescue of the Senator?" the pretty Latina with the cats-eye glasses asked.
And Johnny couldn't resist, even if Reed had headed back to the car and Sue was motioning to him. "Actually, I do have something to say," he said, struggling for a serious expression. The Senator in question was one of Fantastic Four's favorites; unfortunately, his stance on mutants actually being human beings was not looked upon favorably by certain terrorist factions. This was the third time this month he'd been targeted.
That wasn't what Johnny wanted to talk about.
Reporter Chiquita Hottie obviously knew he was seldom serious; she just raised an eyebrow and said, deadpan, "Do tell."
If he were single, he so would have asked for her phone number. But it was because he wasn't single that he was doing this. "Spider-Man rescued this self-same Senator," said not just because he loves alliteration but also because this Senator has an unpronounceable Russian last name, "just last Thursday, and the Daily Bugle made him out to be the cause of the bomb." He ignored Sue's stunned expression, and didn't even notice Ben's almost proud smile as he continued, "I don't know what grudge the Bugle has against Spider-Man, but Spider-Man is one of my very good friends, and a fellow hero, and I would really appreciate if New York could go back to the days when only the tabloids printed egregiously obscene lies." He smiled for the cameras, winked at the hottie reporter, and finished with, "Heroes are only as good as the public say they are, and Spider-Man is one of the best. If Reed wasn't so reluctant to redesign the whole tower, we'd be the Fantastic Five." Actually, he and Peter had only been together for a little over a year, and Reed didn't want to redesign the tower in case he and Peter broke up (never mind that Reed and Sue had only gotten married a year or so after they formed the team, after dating for just that long). By the time the government got around to passing gay marriage laws, Sue would have worn him down, Johnny knew. "Thank you."
He walked towards the car to the sounds of reporters clamoring for his attention, barely noticing the admiring expression on the Lovely Latina's face, or the stunned shock on Sue's. Johnny was more focused on the expression that would be on Peter's face that evening when he saw Johnny's segment on the news.
He hadn't even done it because he knew Peter would be so pleased that they'd have exceedingly energetic sex against the ceiling (which didn't happen in that locale nearly often enough, in his opinion). He did it because it was the right thing to do, because he was damn tired of hearing his boyfriend being blasted by that bastard Jameson, but mostly because he loved Peter and thought the viewing public should at least respect Spider-Man, the hero, as much as they did him, the idiotic playboy.
But if nothing else, Peter would know that he was Johnny's hero.