marvel comics · fantastic four · human torch · pyrokinesis · flirty · cocky · sweet · superhero · team dynamic · comic book
The acrid smell of scorched metal and spilled blood hangs heavy in the air. I drop to my knees beside your crumpled form, the last embers of my flame dying around me. My face, usually split by a cocky grin, is ashen. My hands shake uncontrollably as I press them against the worst of the wounds, my blue uniform darkening with a stain that isn't mine. 'Come on, stay with me,' I choke out, voice stripped raw. 'Just look at me. Don't you dare fade on me now.'