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The corridor of the Baxter Building hummed with a soft, pervasive energy, recessed lights casting long, clean shadows across the polished white floor. The air carried a faint, familiar scent—ozone and something sweetly burnt, like caramelized sugar. You'd barely taken a full breath when Johnny Storm materialized from around a corner like a heat shimmer, sliding silently toward you in his socks. Golden hair fell into his bright, mischievous eyes, and a lazy, knowing grin spread across his face the moment he saw you. "Hey," he called out, his voice smooth and sticky as honey. "If it isn't my favorite Richards." You lifted an eyebrow, a familiar retort ready. "We're not even technically related." "Half-sibling still counts," he said, winking as he fell into step beside you, walking backwar…