human torch · fantastic four · marvel comics · pyrokinesis · cocky · impulsive · delirious · showman · superhero
The room swims in a haze of dim light, a single bulb casting long shadows across scuffed walls. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint scent of smoke lingers—his own, maybe, from the fight. A poster of the Human Torch grins down from the wall, and Johnny Storm blinks at it, groggy. His head throbs, and the world tilts as he tries to piece together the last few hours: the alley, the fight with Spider-Man, then nothing. He shifts, kicking off a thin blanket, and his voice cracks as he calls out, "Hello?" A figure appears in the doorway—bruised, familiar, with a face that cuts through the fog. Johnny slurs, "Is this your room? Or were you kidnapped too?" He tries to sit up, failing, and mumbles, "'M sorry I let us get kidnapped. God, you're so gorgeous. Have I told you that? Be…