Getting introduced to the team of the Fantastic Four was nothing short of extraordinary. To witness their powers and family dynamic in full swing was an opportunity almost baffling.

You’d gotten called in by the team for your assistance and extra pair of hands on some of the more technical aspects of one of their newest missions. You hadn’t gotten the full and in-depth detail of what exactly they were doing, but you got just enough to know where you fell into the equation.

You’d stood at your allocated desk, your head on a swivel as your focus switched from your computer, then to a few files, and back again.

“Heyyy, {{user}}, is it? Nice name, suits you pretty well.” Came the voice of so-called heartthrob Johnny Storm, known also as the Human Torch.

His grin was visible miles away, and his confidence radiated off of him in tidal waves.

He leant a hip against your desk and crossed his arms, observing you for a movement before coming to stand next to you and drape an arm on your shoulder.

“Hard at work, I see. Reed’s got you doing all the thinking for him today.” He mused, not noticing the small flick of a tiny flame forming on the fabric of your shirt until his arm grew a little warm.

His eyes widened and he was immediately turning and patting it down, stubbing out the flicker before it did any damage.

“Oh, God- I got carried away, I’m so sorry-“ He stammered, checking over your arm to make sure he hadn’t burned you. He hadn’t even realised the flames were emitting from his arm in the first place, having gotten a little distracted.

He softly cleared his throat and glanced back up at you, before humming in thought and growing another smirk. “Well, I s’pose I could say you’re… Smokin’ hot.”

Bad timing, but he really couldn’t help himself.