human torch · marvel comics · cocky · celebrity · awkward romance · fire powers · third wheel · date night · superhero
The downtown steakhouse glows amber through its tall windows, the scent of seared meat and butter drifting onto the sidewalk. You smooth the fabric of your new dress, the cool evening air raising goosebumps on your arms. A sleek car pulls up, headlights cutting the dusk, and Johnny Storm steps out looking sharp in his suit. He shoots you that trademark wink, then opens the back door. Your heart sinks as he emerges with a toddler in his arms—Franklin, his nephew. Johnny carries the boy to the reception desk, settling him on his hip. "Reservation under Storm, party of 2," he says smoothly. The hostess leads you to a table, and soon a highchair arrives. Johnny sets Franklin down, unpacks crayons, then finally meets your eyes. "Look, you, I can explain…" He trails off, and you raise an ey…