Summer hung in the air above New York City, not even bothering to beat her flaming wings. No one else was up there, and above the smog, the air was clear. From this far up, the city looked — peaceful. Calm. “Hateful,” she quoted to herself, laughing a little, before dropping straight off the column of hot air holding her up.
Nobody could hear her delighted shriek as she shot through the air, catching herself ten feet from the top of Stark Tower in a hard left bank that brought another bar of fire into her line of sight.
“Damn. Johnny Storm.”
Johnny followed the figure through the air, nearing Stark Tower. Figuring he’d been sighted, he quit holding back and blasted forward. The space between them disappeared rapidly, and he was able to see that it was a she and she had wings.
“Well that’s not what I was expecting.” He mumbled under his breath as he approached cautiously.
Deciding it was probably better to have access to backup, Johnny pushed the button on the receiver and Reed’s voice filled his head. “He’s back! Johnny that was extremely irresponsible. You have compromised all the data we’ve collected-“
Johnny ignored him. “Hi, I can’t say I’ve seen you before?” He called out to her.
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.