Media Secret: Hidden Johansson

Interview Life

Time for an interview....

The studio was quiet except for the faint hum of equipment, the kind of setting designed to feel intimate despite the camera pointed at your face. I sat in a chair angled just slightly for the shot, dressed in a simple white shirt and grey trousers. Nothing flashy, nothing over the top—just me.

The interviewer sat across from me, her notebook resting on her knee. She smiled warmly, clearly trying to make me feel comfortable. "Alright, Tom, we're here to talk about Jupiter, of course, but we also want to hear about you—the person behind the character. Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said, managing a small smile.

She laughed. "Let's start simple. Growing up as the son of Black Widow—how did that shape your childhood?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. It was the kind of question I'd known was coming, but that didn't make answering it any easier.

"It's funny," I said finally. "Most people assume I had this larger-than-life, superhero-filled childhood. But my mum worked hard to make sure I didn't grow up in the spotlight. I had a normal upbringing—or as normal as it could be, given the circumstances. We lived mostly in England, away from all the Hollywood chaos. I went to a local school, played Sunday league football, hung out with my mates. Mum wanted me to find my own path, and I think that gave me the space to figure out who I am."

The interviewer nodded, jotting something down. "And who is that? Who is Tom Johansson, now stepping into the Marvel Universe?"

I hesitated, the weight of the question settling over me. "I'm still figuring that out," I admitted. "But if there's one thing I know, it's that I want to use what I've been through to make a difference. I spent years in the army, on tours that left me with... let's just say a lot to process. PTSD, anxiety—they've been part of my journey, and they've shaped how I see the world. So, stepping into a role like Jupiter, I'm hoping to show kids—or anyone, really—that it's okay to feel vulnerable. You can still be brave and strong, even when you don't feel it."

The interviewer's smile softened. "That's powerful. It sounds like this role is more than just another job for you."

"It is," I said simply. "Jupiter's a new character, someone who doesn't have the weight of decades of comic book lore. He's figuring out who he is and where he belongs, and in a way, so am I. It's personal."

The door creaked open before she could respond, and I glanced over to see Florence step in. She was dressed casually—high-waisted black jeans and a jumper—but as always, she had this effortless way of commanding attention. She paused, giving a polite nod to the crew before grabbing a coffee from the refreshments table.

The interviewer followed my gaze, curiosity flickering across her face, but Florence didn't linger. Instead, she perched on a nearby armrest, sipping her coffee quietly.

The interviewer turned back to me. "One last question: If you could say something to the kid who might watch Jupiter and see themselves in him, what would it be?"

I thought about it for a moment, my mind drifting to the years I'd spent trying to rebuild myself after the army. The therapy sessions, the long nights battling my own thoughts, the moments where it felt impossible to move forward.

"I'd tell them it's okay to ask for help," I said finally. "That being brave doesn't mean you're never scared—it means you keep going, even when you are. And that it's okay to feel lost sometimes. It doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human."

The room fell quiet for a beat, the weight of the words settling over everyone.

"That's a wrap," the director called, and the crew began packing up.