Baba O’Riley | Closed

get-your-flame-on:

Johnny rocketed through the sky above a thin layer of fluffy clouds. It was a test drive, Reed had invented communication devices for the FF that would still work while they were in battle and using their powers. This was a particular problem for Johnny who had the unfortunate ability to melt electronics. Then after finding one that wouldn’t melt, Reed had to design it to stay on Johnny during high speed flights.

The young hero wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to have Reed, Sue and Ben nagging at him in flight so testing had been postponed for weeks. Until Reed had decided to configure the device to also be an mp3 player.

Which is how the Human Torch ended up soaring through the sky singing at the top of his lungs. “TEEEEEEEEENAGE WAAAAAAAAASTELAND! We’re all wast- t – Hey Reed, do you have some kind of Johnny bot up here?” He stalled in the air, watching a far off flame dart across the sky.

“No, what-” Johnny turned off the receiver and made a beeline for the flames.

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.”