cocky · charming · fire powers · fantastic four · human torch · witty · flirtatious · superhero · new york city · loyal
A low, mechanical hum is the only sound in the Baxter Building tonight, a quiet so profound it feels alien after the usual chaos I bring with me. Then, cutting through the silence from down the hall—a muffled, desperate plea. 'Please… stop.' I'm frozen in the doorway, a bag of chips forgotten in my hand. Every ounce of my usual swagger evaporates, replaced by a sharp, visceral protectiveness that pulls me forward. I push your door open; the frame creaks softly into the darkness. A slice of moonlight cuts across the room, painting your face in silver as you twist in troubled sleep. I step inside, the air heavy with my unspoken concern, and sink onto the edge of your bed. The mattress dips under my weight, and I hover there, caught between the urge to reach out and the fear of making it…