Come on!
Pairing: Johnny/Peter
Characters: Johnny Storm, Sue Storm, Peter Parker
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything - the characters are in the property of Marvel.
Summary: Peter and Johnny...get to know each other.
Author's Note: After I was a bit disappointed with my work on "Hungry Heart", I've decided to reboot Johnny and Peter and make a new story.
You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day, lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face God only knows
Why it's taking me so long to let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want
- Adele - One and Only
Sometimes, Peter thought about applying for a new job. The problem wasn't the fact that Jameson usually called him out of the blue because he had to do some photos (he mostly tried to call him when Peter was working as Spider-Man anyway...). And the problem wasn't that he even had to quit his Sunday afternoon just for a few shoots at Central Park.
The problem was on the other side of his objective - four blue-suited superheros who had saved the world half an hour ago without him, the incredible and friendly spider from the neighborhood, providing any assistance. Okay, he hadn't heard of the threat arousing because he had very important stuff to work on for the physic's exam in exactly twenty four hours, and thinking about it further, he considered the fact that he wouldn't have had the slightest clue how to defend the city as being absolutely realistic.
Now, he had to do pictures of the “Fantastic Four” in front of a wrecked alien vessel which would have destroyed earth if it hadn't been Reed Richard's group to save the day. The sun was shining far too bright for such an early September Sunday which made the situation far more distressing than it already was.
With exactly seventeen shots of the group of superheros from angles and perspectives, Peter turned around and made a few steps toward an iceman when he heard a rather annoying and definitely masculine voice calling him. Him...almost.
“Hey, photo-guy,” the voice cried. “Yeah, you, the brunette next to the iceman.”
Peter headed on a further step toward the iceman but the voice - which definitely belonged to Johnny Storm - repeated the address a second time, stressing brunette and iceman by crying out a bit louder.
“What?” Peter asked as he turned around where he was greeted by Johnny's bright smile. He leaned forward on the police barrier, and with all this sun radiation pouring down on them, Peter couldn't really differentiate between the blonde hair and the star giving warmth and light to the sun.
“What about a photo with me turning into flames while I stand on this space ship. The sun shins on me and I reach out with my inflamed hand towards her while the other hand...”
“I already have enough photos.”
“Don't worry - I'm gonna get my top of! How about that?”
A moment. A thought. An image. A reply: “I already have enough photos, Mr. Storm. That's not a fotoshoot.”
“Make it one!”
“I won't,” Peter said. He certainly hoped that there was yet any sign of uneasiness he felt right now but one could never be sure about that. He focused on the iceman again, so he turned around without paying any attention to the Human Torch. He heard him babble for a few more moments but when Peter got his ice cream, the Fantastic Four were already out of sight.
Okay, a new job seemed to be the right kind of choice. Ice candy man for example would work quite well.
***
Sometimes, when Peter was in his Spider suit, he seemed to develop a new personality. He got cunning, quick at repartee and even funny and self confident at least if you compare it to the personality of Peter Parker.
Of course, there had to be moments when the original Peter Parker took over. This time for example made it pretty clear for him.
Peter - or Spider-Man, if you want to say so - was on his way to college, already five minutes late and due-to this fact in a great hurry. His thoughts were on the physics exam the class would be given back by Doctor Conners and because of the simple fact that he could not really measure whether he did a good or bad job, he wanted to be there on schedule (or nearly on schedule...) so that Conners wouldn't get that angry with him.
“Hey, Spidey!” a far too familiar voice greeted him.
Peter had already raised his right arm to shoot another web string when he lost the security of the one he held in his left hand and heard the far too familiar voice crying out: “Oops!” while he was falling down the canyon's of New York City. The spider sense went on, crying out because of the danger coming up.
Before Peter could shoot the web string he intended, two strong hands grabbed his right hand and Peter was carried through the air by the one and only Johnny Storm - the Human Torch was on fire.
“Sorry for the web,” Johnny Storm said. “Got too close, so it got fire. Now I got you. Many gots, oh my God!”
“I see,” Peter said. “Let me go.”
“Sure?”
“Sure!”
One second later, Peter again fell towards the street but this time, he could shoot the web and achieved the state of security and adrenaline he relied on during this trips. Mh...for the adrenaline, though...
“What do you want?” Peter asked as he swung and made a triple salto before casting a new string.
Storm followed and could catch Peter's pace without the slighted problem. “You know this photographer Peter Parker, don't you? His name's usually below every picture from the Bugle.”
“Of course...I'm usually his only motif,” Peter said, smiling under his mask when he thought about his split personality.
“Could you get me his number?”
If it weren't for his spider ability, Peter would probably had to be grabbed again by those firm hands again but unfortunately, the next string emerged his left arm only a second too late and brought him further ahead as if the surprise and interference had never happened. “You're kidding, right? How do you know him?”
“He made some nice photos when we beat this alien space shuttle and I would like to have him for a photoshoot.”
“Ah, I remember,” Peter said. “He told me about it and said that he wasn't interested in a photoshoot.”
“So you have his number?”
“I'm not saying that.”
“Oh, come on! I also want a personal photographer - what's so wrong with that?”
Peter didn't reply to that immediately. A moment. A thought. An image. And, as usual: a reply: “Maybe I can make an arrangement.”
“Great. Tell him 5pm, Friday evening at Baxter Building. And please make sure that he brings his camera,” Johnny said. He winked and flew higher, leaving Peter and his second identity swinging a few more seconds before he landed on top of exactly the building where his course didn't take place.
For his own conscience, Peter reminded himself while he changed his dress that he only “made an arrangement”, so that he could get to university without any further obstacles. Johnny would have burned his webs a second time, he was sure.
Not that he didn't want him to.
***
For his September Friday, the weather has decided to let rain pour down on all New York. The last glimpses of summer seemed to have diminished by now as Peter looked on his mobile phone where the clock was already approaching 5 pm relentlessly whereas he hadn't finished struggling about approaching Baxter Building.
He held the bag with his camera thigh and pressed his jacket closer to his body during the few steps left before standing exactly on the doorway of Baxter Building.
“It's ridiculous! Why the heck am I doing this?”
“I don't know but maybe we can discuss this inside?”
“Why does your voice always come out of the nowhere, Storm?” Peter asked. Of course, this question was also directed to his precognition but Peter guessed that Johnny wasn't treated as a threat...not an immediate threat, after all.
The blonde man - wearing a black leather jacket and a bag which obviously was filled with food - smiled brightly from Peter's left side and laid his free arm on Peter's shoulder.
“I guess I've got some of Sue's invisibility...don't worry, I'll get rid of it during the photoshoot.”
“You are serious about this? I wouldn't mind.
Johnny ignored this question as he pulled him inside and asked: “So, how much money do you get for your work?”
“Not enough,” Peter replied dryly. They entered the hall of Baxter Building and he turned his head around to take a last look at the exit - for a single moment, he considered running away from his awkward situation but he felt those hands on his shoulders again and decided not to do so.
“Okay, I'll double it. Chinese food works fine?”
***
Of course, Chinese food had to work fine and even though Peter did not really know what he was eating right now, it tasted good - and, by the way, he did not have to pay that much attention to the food but the blabbing host next to him.
“So, when Sandman escaped Richard's grip, I hunched forward and smashed him with several fireballs to buy Sue more time, but then...oh, hey, Sue!”
A small - no, tiny - young woman whose hair had the same color as Johnny's appeared at the door. She wore a raincoat and held two plastic bags in her right hand but hadn't said a thing until Johnny had greeted her.
“Hello, Johnny,” she said. “Where are Ben and Reed?”
“Away,” Johnny replied. The unsaid That's what I thought about you as well just swung by in the undertone.
“Oh, then...why don't you introduce us?” Sue said. She placed the bags on the kitchen table and lowered her head, started looking for something.
“Sue, Peter, Peter, Sue,” Johnny said, reducing “Peter” to only one syllable. He grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him towards the door with those hands. “We go upstairs. Bye Sue.”
“Bye, Miss Storm. Was a pleasure.”
Sue Storm didn't raise her head when she simply replied: “Me, too.” Johnny closed the door then and pulled him up the stairs of Baxter Building.
“Sorry,” Johnny said. “She wasn't part of the plan.”
“What plan?”
He didn't answer to that one.
***
“So, where do you think would I be at my best?”
“Mh...in front of a white wall, maybe?”
Peter said on a couch at the end of Johnny's bed while the young storm had positioned himself in front of his desk; his notebook still played the soundtrack of the latest “Wonder Woman” motion picture while the rain pelted against the long window.
“You have to take what you've got,” Johnny said.
“Yeah, but you in front of a Spider-Man poster is definitely not a proper background.”
“Why not?” Johnny asked as he left the desk and sat down on the couch. “I have a deep and strong connection to Spider-Man,” he added and moved his head closer to Peter. “Don't you?”
“Of course I have,” Peter said. He laid his hand on Johnny's chest but before he could push the older man a few centimeters away, the Human Torch caught his arm with those hands again and moved it down. A few centimeters closer and Peter could already smell the Chinese food in Johnny's breath.
“I think I know why I didn't take the photoshoot request serious,” Peter said with slight uneasiness.
“There are other things I'm serious with,” Johnny grinned. “The plan for example.”
“Couldn't you have said that before?”
“Why should I”?
Johnny made the final move forward, still grinning with a smirk expression on his face, and shared a short kiss with Peter; in a very tentative way - if you consider how aggressive his invasion had begun - he kissed Peter for a second and a third time, then caressing his lips with his thumb (a thumb from those hands) and stroking his red cheeks with a bent index finger.
“So, that's how Spider-Man tastes,” Johnny said.
At this moment, the air of seduction, the atmosphere of tension simply...vanished. Peter let go of those hands and retreated to the end of the couch. “Whataya talking about? Why do you think I'm Spider-Man?”
“Oh, come on.” Johnny laid back, seemingly laughing, and added: “Do you think I'm too bone-headed to recognize your voice? Look, just because everybody bought Superman wearing these glasses, it doesn't mean...”
“Wah, you stupid jerk,” Peter exclaimed. “What the hack am I doing here?”
“Jerk? I could live with stud but don't you think jerk is just too much of an offense?”
“Whataya thing you're doing? Doing all this cover story just to seduce me when I entered your room? Having fun with Spider-Man, huh?”
“Didn't you like it?”
“That's not the point. You're making fun of me!”
“Oh, come on,” Johnny said again. He sighed and admitted: “It was just a bit of a fun. If you weren't in for a bit of fun, you wouldn't be here!”
Peter stood up and on his way to the door, he reconsidered everything he had done (and what was done to him) and laid his hand on the doorhandle. He could live with the seduction and how he was tricked into here as well but to be made look like a fool was a bitter pill. His spider sense alarmed him, so he could pull his hand back when Johnny tried to touch it. “Hey, come on...” he whispered.
“I'm going. Too much for one day.”
“Oh, come on!”
Without any further hesitation, Peter left the room and jumped down the stairs; with a few final steps forward, he opened a window and jumped on its sill. The mask was in the right pocket of his jeans, the costume underneath. He put on the mask and the Web-Shooters first and jumped out into the night and the rain while his hands already pulled out his costume.
***
Peter would nearly have missed the bell ringing, but whoever was on the other side of the door seemed to be obstinate enough to get through the wall of work and music Peter had build on his bed. He laid the notebook on the mattress (he knew that he shouldn't do that but it was much more comfortable to work in bed...) and stepped over a mountain of uncleaned clothes and under a washing line with his drying costume to open the door.
Johnny was on the other side. He held the bag with Peter's camera and a sixpack of beer in his hands and had a seemingly apologetic smile on his face.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Peter said. He laid himself against the frame and folded his arms. I don't want you to come in was what he wanted to show and tell. “I guess that's my camera.”
“It is,” was Johnny's answer.
Silence. Peter looked at Johnny's other hand, up his arm and along the strong chest. “May I come in?” Johnny asked.
Another moment. Another thought. Another image. And the final reply: “Oh, come on.”
Characters: Johnny Storm, Sue Storm, Peter Parker
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything - the characters are in the property of Marvel.
Summary: Peter and Johnny...get to know each other.
Author's Note: After I was a bit disappointed with my work on "Hungry Heart", I've decided to reboot Johnny and Peter and make a new story.
You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day, lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face God only knows
Why it's taking me so long to let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want
- Adele - One and Only
Sometimes, Peter thought about applying for a new job. The problem wasn't the fact that Jameson usually called him out of the blue because he had to do some photos (he mostly tried to call him when Peter was working as Spider-Man anyway...). And the problem wasn't that he even had to quit his Sunday afternoon just for a few shoots at Central Park.
The problem was on the other side of his objective - four blue-suited superheros who had saved the world half an hour ago without him, the incredible and friendly spider from the neighborhood, providing any assistance. Okay, he hadn't heard of the threat arousing because he had very important stuff to work on for the physic's exam in exactly twenty four hours, and thinking about it further, he considered the fact that he wouldn't have had the slightest clue how to defend the city as being absolutely realistic.
Now, he had to do pictures of the “Fantastic Four” in front of a wrecked alien vessel which would have destroyed earth if it hadn't been Reed Richard's group to save the day. The sun was shining far too bright for such an early September Sunday which made the situation far more distressing than it already was.
With exactly seventeen shots of the group of superheros from angles and perspectives, Peter turned around and made a few steps toward an iceman when he heard a rather annoying and definitely masculine voice calling him. Him...almost.
“Hey, photo-guy,” the voice cried. “Yeah, you, the brunette next to the iceman.”
Peter headed on a further step toward the iceman but the voice - which definitely belonged to Johnny Storm - repeated the address a second time, stressing brunette and iceman by crying out a bit louder.
“What?” Peter asked as he turned around where he was greeted by Johnny's bright smile. He leaned forward on the police barrier, and with all this sun radiation pouring down on them, Peter couldn't really differentiate between the blonde hair and the star giving warmth and light to the sun.
“What about a photo with me turning into flames while I stand on this space ship. The sun shins on me and I reach out with my inflamed hand towards her while the other hand...”
“I already have enough photos.”
“Don't worry - I'm gonna get my top of! How about that?”
A moment. A thought. An image. A reply: “I already have enough photos, Mr. Storm. That's not a fotoshoot.”
“Make it one!”
“I won't,” Peter said. He certainly hoped that there was yet any sign of uneasiness he felt right now but one could never be sure about that. He focused on the iceman again, so he turned around without paying any attention to the Human Torch. He heard him babble for a few more moments but when Peter got his ice cream, the Fantastic Four were already out of sight.
Okay, a new job seemed to be the right kind of choice. Ice candy man for example would work quite well.
***
Sometimes, when Peter was in his Spider suit, he seemed to develop a new personality. He got cunning, quick at repartee and even funny and self confident at least if you compare it to the personality of Peter Parker.
Of course, there had to be moments when the original Peter Parker took over. This time for example made it pretty clear for him.
Peter - or Spider-Man, if you want to say so - was on his way to college, already five minutes late and due-to this fact in a great hurry. His thoughts were on the physics exam the class would be given back by Doctor Conners and because of the simple fact that he could not really measure whether he did a good or bad job, he wanted to be there on schedule (or nearly on schedule...) so that Conners wouldn't get that angry with him.
“Hey, Spidey!” a far too familiar voice greeted him.
Peter had already raised his right arm to shoot another web string when he lost the security of the one he held in his left hand and heard the far too familiar voice crying out: “Oops!” while he was falling down the canyon's of New York City. The spider sense went on, crying out because of the danger coming up.
Before Peter could shoot the web string he intended, two strong hands grabbed his right hand and Peter was carried through the air by the one and only Johnny Storm - the Human Torch was on fire.
“Sorry for the web,” Johnny Storm said. “Got too close, so it got fire. Now I got you. Many gots, oh my God!”
“I see,” Peter said. “Let me go.”
“Sure?”
“Sure!”
One second later, Peter again fell towards the street but this time, he could shoot the web and achieved the state of security and adrenaline he relied on during this trips. Mh...for the adrenaline, though...
“What do you want?” Peter asked as he swung and made a triple salto before casting a new string.
Storm followed and could catch Peter's pace without the slighted problem. “You know this photographer Peter Parker, don't you? His name's usually below every picture from the Bugle.”
“Of course...I'm usually his only motif,” Peter said, smiling under his mask when he thought about his split personality.
“Could you get me his number?”
If it weren't for his spider ability, Peter would probably had to be grabbed again by those firm hands again but unfortunately, the next string emerged his left arm only a second too late and brought him further ahead as if the surprise and interference had never happened. “You're kidding, right? How do you know him?”
“He made some nice photos when we beat this alien space shuttle and I would like to have him for a photoshoot.”
“Ah, I remember,” Peter said. “He told me about it and said that he wasn't interested in a photoshoot.”
“So you have his number?”
“I'm not saying that.”
“Oh, come on! I also want a personal photographer - what's so wrong with that?”
Peter didn't reply to that immediately. A moment. A thought. An image. And, as usual: a reply: “Maybe I can make an arrangement.”
“Great. Tell him 5pm, Friday evening at Baxter Building. And please make sure that he brings his camera,” Johnny said. He winked and flew higher, leaving Peter and his second identity swinging a few more seconds before he landed on top of exactly the building where his course didn't take place.
For his own conscience, Peter reminded himself while he changed his dress that he only “made an arrangement”, so that he could get to university without any further obstacles. Johnny would have burned his webs a second time, he was sure.
Not that he didn't want him to.
***
For his September Friday, the weather has decided to let rain pour down on all New York. The last glimpses of summer seemed to have diminished by now as Peter looked on his mobile phone where the clock was already approaching 5 pm relentlessly whereas he hadn't finished struggling about approaching Baxter Building.
He held the bag with his camera thigh and pressed his jacket closer to his body during the few steps left before standing exactly on the doorway of Baxter Building.
“It's ridiculous! Why the heck am I doing this?”
“I don't know but maybe we can discuss this inside?”
“Why does your voice always come out of the nowhere, Storm?” Peter asked. Of course, this question was also directed to his precognition but Peter guessed that Johnny wasn't treated as a threat...not an immediate threat, after all.
The blonde man - wearing a black leather jacket and a bag which obviously was filled with food - smiled brightly from Peter's left side and laid his free arm on Peter's shoulder.
“I guess I've got some of Sue's invisibility...don't worry, I'll get rid of it during the photoshoot.”
“You are serious about this? I wouldn't mind.
Johnny ignored this question as he pulled him inside and asked: “So, how much money do you get for your work?”
“Not enough,” Peter replied dryly. They entered the hall of Baxter Building and he turned his head around to take a last look at the exit - for a single moment, he considered running away from his awkward situation but he felt those hands on his shoulders again and decided not to do so.
“Okay, I'll double it. Chinese food works fine?”
***
Of course, Chinese food had to work fine and even though Peter did not really know what he was eating right now, it tasted good - and, by the way, he did not have to pay that much attention to the food but the blabbing host next to him.
“So, when Sandman escaped Richard's grip, I hunched forward and smashed him with several fireballs to buy Sue more time, but then...oh, hey, Sue!”
A small - no, tiny - young woman whose hair had the same color as Johnny's appeared at the door. She wore a raincoat and held two plastic bags in her right hand but hadn't said a thing until Johnny had greeted her.
“Hello, Johnny,” she said. “Where are Ben and Reed?”
“Away,” Johnny replied. The unsaid That's what I thought about you as well just swung by in the undertone.
“Oh, then...why don't you introduce us?” Sue said. She placed the bags on the kitchen table and lowered her head, started looking for something.
“Sue, Peter, Peter, Sue,” Johnny said, reducing “Peter” to only one syllable. He grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him towards the door with those hands. “We go upstairs. Bye Sue.”
“Bye, Miss Storm. Was a pleasure.”
Sue Storm didn't raise her head when she simply replied: “Me, too.” Johnny closed the door then and pulled him up the stairs of Baxter Building.
“Sorry,” Johnny said. “She wasn't part of the plan.”
“What plan?”
He didn't answer to that one.
***
“So, where do you think would I be at my best?”
“Mh...in front of a white wall, maybe?”
Peter said on a couch at the end of Johnny's bed while the young storm had positioned himself in front of his desk; his notebook still played the soundtrack of the latest “Wonder Woman” motion picture while the rain pelted against the long window.
“You have to take what you've got,” Johnny said.
“Yeah, but you in front of a Spider-Man poster is definitely not a proper background.”
“Why not?” Johnny asked as he left the desk and sat down on the couch. “I have a deep and strong connection to Spider-Man,” he added and moved his head closer to Peter. “Don't you?”
“Of course I have,” Peter said. He laid his hand on Johnny's chest but before he could push the older man a few centimeters away, the Human Torch caught his arm with those hands again and moved it down. A few centimeters closer and Peter could already smell the Chinese food in Johnny's breath.
“I think I know why I didn't take the photoshoot request serious,” Peter said with slight uneasiness.
“There are other things I'm serious with,” Johnny grinned. “The plan for example.”
“Couldn't you have said that before?”
“Why should I”?
Johnny made the final move forward, still grinning with a smirk expression on his face, and shared a short kiss with Peter; in a very tentative way - if you consider how aggressive his invasion had begun - he kissed Peter for a second and a third time, then caressing his lips with his thumb (a thumb from those hands) and stroking his red cheeks with a bent index finger.
“So, that's how Spider-Man tastes,” Johnny said.
At this moment, the air of seduction, the atmosphere of tension simply...vanished. Peter let go of those hands and retreated to the end of the couch. “Whataya talking about? Why do you think I'm Spider-Man?”
“Oh, come on.” Johnny laid back, seemingly laughing, and added: “Do you think I'm too bone-headed to recognize your voice? Look, just because everybody bought Superman wearing these glasses, it doesn't mean...”
“Wah, you stupid jerk,” Peter exclaimed. “What the hack am I doing here?”
“Jerk? I could live with stud but don't you think jerk is just too much of an offense?”
“Whataya thing you're doing? Doing all this cover story just to seduce me when I entered your room? Having fun with Spider-Man, huh?”
“Didn't you like it?”
“That's not the point. You're making fun of me!”
“Oh, come on,” Johnny said again. He sighed and admitted: “It was just a bit of a fun. If you weren't in for a bit of fun, you wouldn't be here!”
Peter stood up and on his way to the door, he reconsidered everything he had done (and what was done to him) and laid his hand on the doorhandle. He could live with the seduction and how he was tricked into here as well but to be made look like a fool was a bitter pill. His spider sense alarmed him, so he could pull his hand back when Johnny tried to touch it. “Hey, come on...” he whispered.
“I'm going. Too much for one day.”
“Oh, come on!”
Without any further hesitation, Peter left the room and jumped down the stairs; with a few final steps forward, he opened a window and jumped on its sill. The mask was in the right pocket of his jeans, the costume underneath. He put on the mask and the Web-Shooters first and jumped out into the night and the rain while his hands already pulled out his costume.
***
Peter would nearly have missed the bell ringing, but whoever was on the other side of the door seemed to be obstinate enough to get through the wall of work and music Peter had build on his bed. He laid the notebook on the mattress (he knew that he shouldn't do that but it was much more comfortable to work in bed...) and stepped over a mountain of uncleaned clothes and under a washing line with his drying costume to open the door.
Johnny was on the other side. He held the bag with Peter's camera and a sixpack of beer in his hands and had a seemingly apologetic smile on his face.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Peter said. He laid himself against the frame and folded his arms. I don't want you to come in was what he wanted to show and tell. “I guess that's my camera.”
“It is,” was Johnny's answer.
Silence. Peter looked at Johnny's other hand, up his arm and along the strong chest. “May I come in?” Johnny asked.
Another moment. Another thought. Another image. And the final reply: “Oh, come on.”