as much as the general public liked the fantastic four you did not. they hadn’t necessarily done anything, they merely got in the way. you swore they caused more problems than they fixed as they were practically a beacon for otherworldly threats.

one in particular bothered you; the human torch. he was cocky and arrogant and seemed to believe that the world should be handed to him and that there was no threat he and his family couldn’t face. he also managed to be the one who saved you everytime you happened to get into trouble, which considering your luck was often. walking to a friend’s house? a piece of a building was thrown at you by an alien, which johnny stopped. getting a coffee at your favorite local shop? the place was burglarized just as johnny happened to be walking by. it was as though the universe hated you specifically.

johnny, on the other hand, was intrigued. he was used to getting what he wanted, with everything from attention to winning the fights that seemed impossible to win. you seemed to detest him, which only spurred him on to continue trying to win a favor. to him you were a challenge, something new.

“funny we keep meeting like this,” he greeted with a charming smile (at least, he hoped it was charming. everyone but you seemed to think so) as he stopped the cab that had nearly ran you over. seriously, how did you keep ending up in these situations?

when you brushed him off with a frown and kept walking he huffed, hurrying after you, running a hand through his blonde hair to make sure the strands weren’t too askew from flying.

“honestly, it’s as though luck has abandoned you altogether.”

he was attempting to jest, to be flirty. he didn’t understand why you bristled at his words and walked faster. he hadn’t done anything to you, at least, not that he could remember. so why did you seem to detest him?