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Spider-Man Unlimited #5 (May, 1994)
Written by Tom DeFalco
Art by Ron Lim
not a nerd but i totally just hunted down a random ass comic from the 80’s so i could interact with someone.
now the next step is to put that much effort into school when i go back.
oh shit ima go read hawkeye before anymore spoilers try to punch me in the face
"Yeah it is. Want a lift over? I can get us there in a couple seconds."
"Oh yeah, that’d be awesome, thanks."
"Traffic is terrible today."
Johnny pulled up out the front of the clock tower and cut the engine. He gripped the steering wheel tightly in both hands as he looked out his tinted window at the magnificent structure. The amount of times he’d offered to buy this place…
The blond turned to the opposite direction, looking down at the soggy pizza box sitting in the passengers seat that had somehow managed to survive the four hour trip from Manhattan to Gotham (though Johnny was pretty sure that once he picked the box up the pizza would just fall right out the bottom). Sure, it would have been easy enough to keep the pizza nice and hot with a little concentration, but there was just too much to think about right now. Some people don’t have the best reaction when their kind-of-not-really-boyfriend comes back from the dead. Johnny only hoped soggy pizza could remedy the situation. It was from her favourite pizza place back in New York, and there’s no pizza like NYC pizza, right?
Johnny took a breath, grabbed his pizza, and got out of his car, stepping into the brisk night air; not that it had too much of an effect on him. He checked his phone. 3.12AM. Maybe this was a dumb idea. It wasn’t like he and Babs were ridiculously close or anything, but he just had this nagging feeling that this was something he should do. Hell, maybe he liked her. Or maybe he just didn’t want to feel so alone.
Johnny threw his phone back in the car and locked it before heading into the building and up to the penthouse. He stood out the front of her door for what felt like hours before finally taking a breath and knocking a familiar little beat before taking a step back. It took a moment but the door opened and Johnny Storm grinned sheepishly.
The pizza fell through the bottom of the box.