John scoffed a little again. He never understood the changing names. A name was part of your identity. Who you made yourself be. She had some valid arguments regarding her name change, it wasn't enough for Pyro. He took the mantle Pyro because it was who he was. What would he do? Change his name to something else? Sparky? Matchbook? Firestarter? Those weren't him.
He. Was. Pyro.
Now there was some other punk kid running about with his name and uniform being him? Shitty way for things to go about, honestly. Die, and someone decided to be him. Imitation is the best for of flattery? Fuck that. "Well, Kitty, you're still Shadowcat to me." He muttered.
As if reading her mind, he glanced at the bottle that was a third gone, and plenty to go. "If there is a next time. Lets just wait for the heroes to decide to remove me." There was a shrug. Yeah, he wasn't letting that villain thing go.
"This one is fine?" Pyro raised a brow. "I don't think there is an okay Tony Stark out there." Of course, he didn't mind this version of Marvel they had. Of course, she was also not kicking his ass currently. That helped. He figured he'd steer clear for a while. "Of course, following that thought, previously we weren't too keen on being friendly either." His side glance definitely showed the devil on his shoulders.
"What I was getting up to? You mean, you wanted to make sure I wasn't burning the place down." John mused sourly. It wasn't fair, he knew it, but this was the destructive Pyro everyone knew, and no one loved. "Don't worry. I'm not getting into trouble. He was taking the last bite of the burger. When did that happen?