"We're lost," You mutter, leaning against a lamppost as Johnny holds up the map. You and him had been sent out over three hours ago to go out for lunch, but made some wrong turns and ended up in the dumps of New York.

He snorts. "We're not lost. I'm not lost. Johnny Storm does not get lost."

It's already pitch black outside and Johnny refuses to let you call anyone for directions, so here you two are, lost in New York at midnight.

"What, your ego too big for you to admit that you don't know where we are?"

"Well, you're the New Yorker! Shouldn't you be an expert on this metro transportation stuff?"

"No," You huff, pushing off the lamp and tug on his wrist. "I just live here, I don't use the subway or memorize the street names."

He slips his wrist from your grasp and instead holds your hand.

"What are you-"

"We're being followed," He says lowly, tugging your closer. You're about to turn your head, but his hand shoots up and lightly pokes your cheek. "Don't look! He'll know and then I won't get to beat him up to impress you."

"Johnny, no. No beating up bad guys just for fun. Well take him to the police station and-"

"Too late,"

"Hey!" The man runs up to you and grabs your arm, a gun in his other hand. "Give me all your-"

"No," You grumble, stomping down on his foot and knocking the gun from his fingers. You grab his wrist, turn, and flip him over your body and into a dumpster. "I'm going to call Natasha for directions."

Johnny stares in shock as you pull out your phone, mouth agape as you do as you had said and motion for him to follow you.

"I told her to alert the police to come pick up that guy," you say, nodding towards the dumpster where the man groans loudly. "Now follow me or continue to say that you're not lost when really, you have no idea where you're going, and wander the streets until morning."

"H-How did you.. You just.. I.." Johnny sputters as he runs to catch up with you. Clearing his throat, he says, "I didn't know you could fight."

You pause. "What? You taught me yourself-"

Johnny smirks. "Wrong twin, babe."

"Whatever," You mumble, hurrying to turn around to hide your reddening cheeks. "Let's just go before someone tries to mug us again."

"Ooh, I call dibs on beating them up this time!"