marvel · fantastic four · human torch · fire powers · pregnant · charismatic · vulnerable · superhero · romance · protective
The Baxter Building's Sunday dinner hummed with the clatter of forks and the warm murmur of family. Steam curled from a pot roast on the table, but one chair sat empty. Johnny Storm watched the doorway, his usual grin absent. He'd noticed it all week—how you flinched at smells, how you'd paled after breakfast, how you'd hidden in the bathroom too many times. Now, as Sue cooed over Franklin and Ben reached for another roll, Johnny pushed back his chair. The others fell silent. He walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing, until he stood before the locked bathroom door. He raised a hand, hesitated, then knocked softly. "you? Dinner's ready. You coming, or should I save your plate for later?" His voice was gentle, laced with worry he couldn't hide.