Who: Johnny Storm and OTA When: Monday, just after school Where: Lawrence High School What: Snow fun Rating: TBD but I'm assuming lowish
For once Johnny hadn't stuck around his last period history class for longer than he needed to. He was ready to go as soon as the bell rang and ran ahead of the rest of the class without more than a usual goodbye to Mr. Saltzman. Sure, he, like a majority of the students in that class, harbored something of a crush on the teacher but a crush meant little to a boy with fun and 'war' on the brain. Making sure he had everything he needed for his homework that night, Johnny bundled himself up and ran as quickly as he could out of the school. "Sorry!" He called back to the girl he nearly knocked over in his hurry to make it outside.
Normally, snow and Johnny Storm didn't really mix. The cold and constant wetness meant his powers were unreliable. If something attacked (which it usually did) there was no guarantee he'd be able to defend himself. This, however, wasn't home and the supervillians who all knew his name and where he lived were far, far away. Here he had a chance at a normal life. Free of Sue and the Baxter Building, free of everything that had weighed him down back home. He didn't have to deal with the deaths of his father, Dr. Strange, and Peter Parker if he didn't want to. He could be someone else. He was someone else. The constant cold and wet were a good thing here. Here, they would make sure his powers were inaccessable. That he wouldn't get overexcited and suddenly catch fire in front of everyone. Here, the snow would make sure Johnny was capable of blending in with the other students. They couldn't mark him as a mutant. He couldn't be locked up or sent away.
Quickly building himself something of a fort with the snow, Johnny set his backpack down and began scooping up handfuls of the white fluffy stuff. He shaped those handfuls into medium sized balls and set them down for later. Once he had some ammo made he waited until people started to leave the school before laughing and tossing a snowball in their direction. If Bobby were here he'd never win. The cold made him miss his friend but the idea that he might make new ones, that he might actually win a snowball fight here made him feel a little better about it.