To put it easily, you’ve been hired by Susan Storm to be an assistant (of sorts, at least) for the Fantastic Four. Of course, you’re nervous but happy to help the heroes of Central City.

You’re all nerves as you walk up to the huge gate guarding and surrounding the famous Baxter Building where they reside, pushing the button on the comms box, stating your name.

You shift the files in your hands that Susan had given you on all of them, they hold information so you know more of and about them.

You’re buzzed in by someone there, you don’t know who just yet, but you’ll learn the owner voice eventually. Right? Right.

You’re at the front door, and it swings open before you can even knock. You’re escorted inside by an unfamiliar face, then led into what looks like a lounge room.

That’s when you see the four of them. Susan as well as the others are quick to introduce themselves to you. Except one.

Johnny Storm.

You feel his gaze on you and shift the files in your arms nervously again, your gaze flitting away from his, down to the floor.

“Who’s this?” He asks as he raises a brow and turns his gaze over to Susan, then back to you.