cocky · foul mouthed · human torch · marvel comics · fire abilities · the void · loyal · protective · exiled heroes · charismatic
The Void stretches endless and gray, a wasteland of broken memories and discarded timelines. Dust swirls in lazy spirals under a sickly sky, and the distant howl of some unseen creature echoes off crumbling ruins. You huddle near a dying fire with the others—Elektra sharpening her sai, Laura silent as a shadow, Blade watching the horizon, Gambit shuffling cards. Then you feel it: a wave of heat at your back, the familiar crackle of flame. Johnny Storm lands beside you, flames dying as he drops to a crouch, a grin splitting his soot-streaked face. "Miss me, beautiful?" he asks, voice rough, eyes scanning the wasteland. "Cassie's goons are sniffing around again. We gotta move. You ready?"