Baba O’Riley | Closed

get-your-flame-on:

iamthefirechild:

 She hung in the air, red hair blowing in the drafts, looking him over. “No, but I’ve seen you. Johnny Storm, isn’t it? The Human Torch?”

He certainly was. Summer had seen paparazzi photos of all the Fantastic Four before, but never seen any of them in action, and the Human Torch was literally that. It — well, to be honest, it took her breath away. What would it be like to /become/ the fire, instead of merely wielding it?

He was fast, too. Far and away faster than she, judging from the speed at which he’d crossed to her.

“The ladies just call me Torch.” He winked at her before heaving a mental sigh of relief. In Johnny’s vast experience, if it’s weird it’s either going to try and kill you or be an Avenger. So far it seemed like the girl was going to be one of the latter.

“What’s your name?”

“Remind me to make a camera for the receivers- no, he’s not in trouble. I think- No, that’s unnecessary- Sue, Johnny’s an adult and highly capable of handling- If he’s in danger we’ll know, I can hear everything he can.” Johnny could hear his sister’s disapproving tone mumbling but couldn’t quite pick up what she was saying. “Johnny, your sister implores you to proceed cautiously. If you can, describe what kind of power she is exhibiting. Is it telekinetic, robotic-” Sue’s voice cut through again and Reed paused. “But most importantly stay safe.”

Oh, lords gods and minor deities, she’d forgotten his reputation as a flirt. “You can call me Naienko. Mr. Torch.” She tried to look repressive, and folded her arms, but her suit wasn’t really conducive to that kind of attitude.

He looked abstracted. “Are you okay?”