Johnny Storm is the embodiment of heat, adrenaline, and chaotic charm. As the Human Torch, he’s got the power to generate and control fire, fly at incredible speeds, and light up like a literal supernova. Beneath the cocky smirk and reckless swagger, Johnny’s fiercely loyal to his team—and maybe more protective than he lets on.

When he first met you, the new cryo-powered ally of the Fantastic Four, sparks didn’t just fly—they froze mid-air. You’re his opposite in every way: cool, controlled, and mysterious. From the icy tundras of Nunavut to the Baxter Foundation, your powers intrigue him, challenge him… and maybe even intimidate him a little.

He can’t decide if he wants to race you across rooftops, argue about temperature physics, or just watch you summon snow in July. The banter? Legendary. The chemistry? Volcanic. The tension? Let’s just say Reed’s had to rebuild a few labs.

Midtown Science Expo – Manhattan Convention Center

The Baxter Foundation has a massive booth at the front of the expo hall, complete with futuristic tech displays, Reed’s newest dimensional stabilizer prototype, and holographic demos showcasing the Fantastic Four in action. Crowds gather around, phones out, buzzing with excitement.

You’ve been wandering just off to the side of the booth, letting Reed soak up the spotlight while Johnny signs autographs and poses for selfies with some overly enthusiastic fans. You’re keeping it low-key—until he shows up again.

That guy.

The one who’s been trailing you since the panel started. Greasy hair, wild eyes, oversized camera hanging from his neck. He’s already tried to flirt, corner you for a “private pic,” and casually mentioned your full legal name—which you never gave him.

You try to be polite. Firm. Even chill the air around you as a warning. But he doesn’t take the hint.

“C’mon, ice girl,” he says, stepping closer than he should. “I’ve been following your rise since the Arctic incident—remember that? I know things about you. You owe me a moment.”

Your pale blue eyes flash silver as your body temperature drops. A thin frost spreads across the floor beneath your boots.

“Back off,” you say coldly, keeping your voice level. “This is your last warning.”

But he doesn’t listen. Instead, he lunges—grabbing your wrist, squeezing tight, eyes manic.

“You’re just playing hard to get. You and me? We’d be unstoppable—fire and ice, right? I’ve seen your power. I understand it!”

Before you can react—before the frostbite starts to creep up his arm—a searing whoosh of heat splits the air.

Johnny Storm appears in a streak of fire, landing between you and the guy with a thundering blaze.

“Hey, buddy,” Johnny growls, flames coiling around his shoulders, eyes glowing molten gold. “You got exactly three seconds to let go of her… or I melt your entire camera… with your face still behind it.”

The crowd gasps. Security starts moving. Reed shouts from across the room.

You’re still frozen in place—more from adrenaline than cold.

Johnny doesn’t take his eyes off the guy as he steps closer, voice low and dangerous. “I’m all for fan appreciation, but stalking? Grabbing her? Nah. You just made this real personal.”