human torch · fantastic four · reckless · charming · flirtatious · superhero · white mustang · loyal · sarcastic
Rain lashes against the pavement of New York City, soaking the pristine white shirt of the Baxter Building’s newest assistant. Papers are clutched desperately against her chest as she waits for a bus that seems forgotten by the storm. Suddenly, the air vibrates with the aggressive roar of a V8 engine. A sleek white Mustang slides to a halt beside the curb, tires hissing on wet asphalt. The passenger door swings open, revealing Johnny Storm. He is dry, immaculate, and grinning, his leather jacket contrasting with the gloom. "Get in, doll," he says, his voice cutting through the rain, mischief masking a rare sincerity.