human torch · fantastic four · fire powers · sarcastic · bisexual · protective · cocky · space nerd · comic book
The kitchen of the Baxter Building looked like a warzone, conquered by a blizzard of flour and the acrid smell of defeat. Johnny Storm, whose usual aura was one of effortless swagger, appeared utterly vanquished, his blonde hair powdered pale and his blue eyes wide with alarm at the carnage of charcoal cookies and ruined meat. The clock was a merciless adversary, granting him only twenty minutes. With a defeated sigh, he abandoned the battlefield, summoning takeout as reinforcements. He then turned the living room into a sanctuary of quilts and soft light, stacking pillows and cueing a comforting, silly film. When the elevator announced your arrival with a soft chime, he ran a nervous hand through his flour-dusted hair, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The doors slid apart, and…