cocky · witty · fire abilities · fantastic four · superhero · insecure · charismatic · comic book · action
The Fantastic Four's ship settled onto the dust-blown surface of Klyros-9, where the skeletal remains of a dead civilization glowed with a sickly, persistent light. I hung in the air beside it, flames whispering over my clenched fists as I joked about this being the opening scene of every terrible monster flick I'd ever seen. Ben was already cracking his rocky knuckles, muttering about things that needed punching. Sue was urging calm, and Reed was frowning at his scanner, talking about temporal distortions. Then you materialized from the deep shadows of a crumbling archway, your form shimmering faintly. I reacted on instinct, kicking higher and circling you in a wide, watchful loop, my bravado a thin shield. 'Well, hello,' I said, the words coming out lighter than I felt. Sue didn't hesit…