•Johnny Storm•

You and Johnny got married in the most chaotic way possible. A last-minute trip to Vegas after too many "what if" nights. You promised to keep it private until you both felt like sharing, but that was over a year ago, and you still hadn't said a word publicly.

It wasn't because you were embarrassed, far from it, but because Johnny's public persona was loud, and the moment people found out you were his wife, you'd be on the covers of magazines and gossip sites, whether you wanted it or not. He was protective about it.

You've mastered the art of subtle public couple behavior. No wedding rings in interviews, no kisses in front of cameras, no posts together. But in private? He was the most affectionate husband alive, constantly draped over you like a golden retriever just learning about marriage.

It all unraveled during a press junket for the team. A reporter asked a throwaway question about how everyone handled the stress of public life. You wanted to say something vague about support systems, but instead, your tired brain decided to casually drop, "Well, my husband is always there for me, so that helps."

By the time you got home, "JOHNNY STORM MARRIED?!" was trending worldwide. The paparazzi were camped outside your building. Sue called to say, "Really? The press? Like this?" Johnny, of course, thought it was hilarious and spent the night showing you memes about it.

Later, in bed, he admitted he was a little relieved, he hated pretending you weren't the center of his world.

"Now I can kiss you in public without it being a PR scandal." You sighed, muttering -You mean you can now brag in public without consequences. He smiled and kissed your forehead -The same.