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fic: Together They Fight Crime!
Title: Together They Fight Crime!
Series: Marvel
Character/Pairing: Johnny/Peter
Rating: PG
Word count: 987
Author's note: comment_fic: any/any, I'll be the best mistake you ever make (mine again, fft.) This is actually a retelling of this really gay scene from Superhero Movie where the Spiderman pastiche hero meets 'Jon Storm'. I had to do it in canon because, well, yeah. For Ammy like every other Johnny/Peter is ever.
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The world made this superhero thing look easy except it wasn't. Here he was, snarking away to hide that he was actually freaking terrified half the time. Ok, most of the time. Not all the time, because there were moments when he had a realization of I'm a freaking superhero! Holy crap, I'm flying!
He was on top of a building, looking down on the city like it was a younger brother who kept trying to put a fork in the steak of sanguine possibilities.
...Maybe he needed to work on his dramatic gritty hero monologues. Apparently it wasn't something that just came with the powers.
Peter Looked down on the world that he was going to be babysitting for a while. He was going to save old ladies from muggers and cats from trees, and take down some generic bad guys all before dinner.
"Hey, that's my seat. I called dibs."
Peter turned to see the originator of the voice, and saw a tall guy in a blue skin-tight suit with a four on it. Even he knew Johnny Storm when he saw him. So he sort of had a poster of him on his wall. He'd totally won it, by the way. Having every magazine he appeared in stored away in scrapbooks under his bed was just coincidental.
"I don't see any dibs here," Peter countered.
"That's because you aren't looking hard enough for the mark of awesome. I'll let you share, though," he said with a grin, as he perched up on the gargoyle.
"So, what do you do up here?"
"Brood like any self-respecting hero. Also, sometimes I pretend I'm Batman."
"Me too. I mean, with the Batman pretending."
"I bet even Batman pretends that he's Batman," he said with a grin.
"So...What can you do?" Peter asked.
He smiled. "I'll show you.'"
He stepped back, and said flame on and his body was engulfed in fire.
"Oh shit, I'm on fire! Help me out here! Give me mouth to mouth!
There weren't any blankets. Or fire extinguishers, or cans of gasoline for that matter.
"I like my mouth and prefer it not done flambee style," Peter said.
Johnny jumped over the building with an oh shiiiittt and Peter felt panic rising in him. He looked over the building and to the ground, wondering if he'd just accidentally caused the death of Johnny Storm.
"This is like a bad parody of a superhero movie," Peter said.
And then there was light, waves of light as Johnny Storm rose in the most dramatic way possible.
"Oh, by the way, I can fly," he said. "Didja miss me?"
Johnny did a loop-de-loop and hovered there before him, landing on the ledge beside him.
"Oh, oh man, you should've seen your face. It was priceless!"
Never mind that he was wearing a mask – actually, he wasn't. Peter noted that the air was feeling a whole lot more chilly now, even with Johnny near him.
"Oh yeah, snatched that. I'm quicker than the flash, you know." He looked down to his hand where there was little more than a few ashes left. "Whoops, forgot about that. Hey, I'll make you a new one."
"Gee, thanks," Peter said dryly.
"This time, I'll even make it fireproof. If you lend me your suit, I'll make that fireproof too," Johnny said. He was giving him this look which Peter was pretty sure was coming onto him.
"Are you coming onto me, Mr. Storm?" He said in a mock shocked voice.
"I might be," Johnny said coyly. "I'm naked under my fireproof bodysuit, you know."
"It's skin-tight, so I can tell," Peter said dryly.
"Hey, so...you wanna go fight bad guys sometime?" Johnny said, giving him a charming, all American boy of a grin.
"You really want to fight villians with a newbie like me?" Peter said.
"Of course," Johnny said. "I totally want to get ahead and call dibs on the cute new superhero on the block." Johnny winked.
"So how does this go? Do I add you on facebook or some group superhero twitter?" Peter said. "I'm still new to this whole hero thing."
"Well usually, I'd give you my number by now. Huh...wait a sec," Johnny said. The flames sprung up again, and he flew off into the air. Up there just across the sky was a path of fire with his mobile number, signed with call me, baby in smoke.
Good thing Peter always forgot to take the pen from behind his ear. It came with being a journalist. He pulled off it gloves and wrote it on his wrist, lest his palms got sweaty. No way in hell was he losing this number.
"Got that?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah," Peter said.
Johnny frowned as a soft sort of mega device obviously made by Reed Richards went off and he read whatever it said.
"Gotta bounce, got a call from the rest of the Fabulous Four," Johnny said.
"Can I come?" Peter asked. "Best to start our crime fighting early."
"Well, if you want to endure the pains of wheatgrass,"Johnny said. "It'd be good survival training, I guess."
"Sure," Peter said. "Just let me call Aunt Mae," Peter said.
"Finally a guy who calls home before dinner. Sue will be pleased," Johnny said.
But Peter didn't hear him, because he was already explaining white lies of deadlines and a made up coworker who he'd be taking dinner with. He didn't see Johnny's grin that signified he was already planning the wedding.
Series: Marvel
Character/Pairing: Johnny/Peter
Rating: PG
Word count: 987
Author's note: comment_fic: any/any, I'll be the best mistake you ever make (mine again, fft.) This is actually a retelling of this really gay scene from Superhero Movie where the Spiderman pastiche hero meets 'Jon Storm'. I had to do it in canon because, well, yeah. For Ammy like every other Johnny/Peter is ever.
*
The world made this superhero thing look easy except it wasn't. Here he was, snarking away to hide that he was actually freaking terrified half the time. Ok, most of the time. Not all the time, because there were moments when he had a realization of I'm a freaking superhero! Holy crap, I'm flying!
He was on top of a building, looking down on the city like it was a younger brother who kept trying to put a fork in the steak of sanguine possibilities.
...Maybe he needed to work on his dramatic gritty hero monologues. Apparently it wasn't something that just came with the powers.
Peter Looked down on the world that he was going to be babysitting for a while. He was going to save old ladies from muggers and cats from trees, and take down some generic bad guys all before dinner.
"Hey, that's my seat. I called dibs."
Peter turned to see the originator of the voice, and saw a tall guy in a blue skin-tight suit with a four on it. Even he knew Johnny Storm when he saw him. So he sort of had a poster of him on his wall. He'd totally won it, by the way. Having every magazine he appeared in stored away in scrapbooks under his bed was just coincidental.
"I don't see any dibs here," Peter countered.
"That's because you aren't looking hard enough for the mark of awesome. I'll let you share, though," he said with a grin, as he perched up on the gargoyle.
"So, what do you do up here?"
"Brood like any self-respecting hero. Also, sometimes I pretend I'm Batman."
"Me too. I mean, with the Batman pretending."
"I bet even Batman pretends that he's Batman," he said with a grin.
"So...What can you do?" Peter asked.
He smiled. "I'll show you.'"
He stepped back, and said flame on and his body was engulfed in fire.
"Oh shit, I'm on fire! Help me out here! Give me mouth to mouth!
There weren't any blankets. Or fire extinguishers, or cans of gasoline for that matter.
"I like my mouth and prefer it not done flambee style," Peter said.
Johnny jumped over the building with an oh shiiiittt and Peter felt panic rising in him. He looked over the building and to the ground, wondering if he'd just accidentally caused the death of Johnny Storm.
"This is like a bad parody of a superhero movie," Peter said.
And then there was light, waves of light as Johnny Storm rose in the most dramatic way possible.
"Oh, by the way, I can fly," he said. "Didja miss me?"
Johnny did a loop-de-loop and hovered there before him, landing on the ledge beside him.
"Oh, oh man, you should've seen your face. It was priceless!"
Never mind that he was wearing a mask – actually, he wasn't. Peter noted that the air was feeling a whole lot more chilly now, even with Johnny near him.
"Oh yeah, snatched that. I'm quicker than the flash, you know." He looked down to his hand where there was little more than a few ashes left. "Whoops, forgot about that. Hey, I'll make you a new one."
"Gee, thanks," Peter said dryly.
"This time, I'll even make it fireproof. If you lend me your suit, I'll make that fireproof too," Johnny said. He was giving him this look which Peter was pretty sure was coming onto him.
"Are you coming onto me, Mr. Storm?" He said in a mock shocked voice.
"I might be," Johnny said coyly. "I'm naked under my fireproof bodysuit, you know."
"It's skin-tight, so I can tell," Peter said dryly.
"Hey, so...you wanna go fight bad guys sometime?" Johnny said, giving him a charming, all American boy of a grin.
"You really want to fight villians with a newbie like me?" Peter said.
"Of course," Johnny said. "I totally want to get ahead and call dibs on the cute new superhero on the block." Johnny winked.
"So how does this go? Do I add you on facebook or some group superhero twitter?" Peter said. "I'm still new to this whole hero thing."
"Well usually, I'd give you my number by now. Huh...wait a sec," Johnny said. The flames sprung up again, and he flew off into the air. Up there just across the sky was a path of fire with his mobile number, signed with call me, baby in smoke.
Good thing Peter always forgot to take the pen from behind his ear. It came with being a journalist. He pulled off it gloves and wrote it on his wrist, lest his palms got sweaty. No way in hell was he losing this number.
"Got that?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah," Peter said.
Johnny frowned as a soft sort of mega device obviously made by Reed Richards went off and he read whatever it said.
"Gotta bounce, got a call from the rest of the Fabulous Four," Johnny said.
"Can I come?" Peter asked. "Best to start our crime fighting early."
"Well, if you want to endure the pains of wheatgrass,"Johnny said. "It'd be good survival training, I guess."
"Sure," Peter said. "Just let me call Aunt Mae," Peter said.
"Finally a guy who calls home before dinner. Sue will be pleased," Johnny said.
But Peter didn't hear him, because he was already explaining white lies of deadlines and a made up coworker who he'd be taking dinner with. He didn't see Johnny's grin that signified he was already planning the wedding.