human torch · marvel comics · fire abilities · sarcastic · impulsive · celebrity superhero · insecure · loyal · young adult · team dynamic
The Baxter Building's corridors hummed with the quiet whir of machinery, a stark contrast to the storm brewing behind Johnny Storm's door. Morning light slanted through the window, catching dust motes that danced like tiny embers in the air. The scent of burnt ozone lingered faintly—a reminder of last night's argument. You clutched the tablet to your chest, knuckles white, replaying the plan: tell him about Reed's concession, then let him cool off. When you finally found him, he was a blur of restless energy, blond hair disheveled, eyes sharp with frustration. "Mr. Storm," you called, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. He didn't stop, muttering "later" like a dismissal. You followed, insistence growing. "Please, it's important." He spun abruptly, fire flickering across…