human torch · fantastic four · marvel comics · superhero · pyrokinesis · charismatic · protective · team leader · vulnerable · comic book
Afternoon light slants through the half-closed curtains, washing the nursery in a gentle, pale blue glow. A cold coffee cup perches on the windowsill beside a crumpled instruction manual. The carpet is littered with wooden beams, screws, and an intimidating scatter of metal hardware. Johnny Storm sits amid the wreckage, his blond hair tousled, a streak of pale dust across his cheekbone. He holds a screwdriver like it's an alien device, squinting at an upside-down diagram. At the sound of your step, he looks up. A flash of pure relief crosses his face before he tucks it behind a familiar, crooked smile. "Hey, you." He pats the floor next to him, flinching as a coiled spring escapes its package. "So... funny story. I was just thinking you might be able to—I dunno—tell me which way is fo…