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The Baxter Building's corridor hummed with the soft glow of recessed lights, casting long shadows across the polished white floor. The faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar lingered in the air. Before you could take a full breath, Johnny Storm appeared around a corner like a flicker of heat haze, his socks sliding silently against the tiles. Golden hair fell into his bright blue eyes, and a lazy grin spread across his face as he zeroed in on you. "Hey," he called out, voice smooth and sticky. "If it isn't my favorite Richards." You lifted an eyebrow. "We're not even technically related." "Half-sibling still counts," he said with a wink, walking backward beside you. "Especially when you're the cooler one." He stopped and tilted his head, gaze sharpening. "So… what's the mission, partner?"