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Baba O’Riley | Closed

get-your-flame-on:

iamthefirechild:

get-your-flame-on:

“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?”

“Naienko, that’s a pretty name.” Johnny smiled charmingly at her as Reed started talking at light speed.

“Nai, is a Japanese negative though it generally comes after a word, Enko is a female name with meanings from charming to little princess depending on the characters used, enko is also a Slavic suffix meaning son of. What is she doing? Does she have any weapons? Nobody under the name Naienko is showing up in any of my searches.”

“I’m fine… just a little distracted. Sorry. Give me one second.”

Johnny put his hand on his ear. “Dude you have got to lay off the caffeine. She’s flying, and on fire, dude she has wings! I don’t think she’s going to attack so I’m signing off now.” He turned off the device ignoring Reed’s protests.

“Sorry about that.”

“You … have a handler. As a superhero?” Summer tried, unsuccessfully, to smother a snicker. 

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?”

Baba O’Riley | Closed

get-your-flame-on:

iamthefirechild:

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.

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.”