"You can't rely on those natural good looks forever, Parker." Johnny said seriously, frowning just slightly at Peter's expression. Something was up. That was not the usual brand of smile seen on Peter Parker's face.
Johnny offered him the pizza box. Oh well, he'd tried. Sue could whip something up for the family. It wasn't everyday that he found a long-lost friend on the street, after all.
"Reed's still too young, and now, for added halarity, Franklin's too old. The kid shot up overnight, literally. He's eighteen now. Sue just about had a conniption." Johnny shrugged. "So what's with you, man? Still fighting the good fight?"