Prompt #13- That's gonna leave a mark. Marvel: Spider-Man and Human Torch team up with a dash of Irondad.
Johnny crossed his arms and looked up at the ceiling where an arachnid themed teenager hung above him, brown eyes staring imploringly. "Come on, man. You know how Su gets when I 'go solo.' She's barely let me out of her sight since the last time-"
"You're twenty-one Johnny! Not something like, I don't know, sixteen." The mock horror in Peter's voice made Johnny roll his eyes.
"Yeah? Well you try tellin' her that when you're bumming in her penthouse."
"Never mind the fact you have your own wing." Peter pointed out helpfully.
Johnny groaned. "You're definitely going to give me gray hairs before I'm thirty. Who cares about aliens when the little bro causes enough stress."
Grinning broadly Peter detached from the ceiling and landed lightly on the floor. "That a yes?"
"You knew it was even before you asked me."
"Whaaaaa?" Peter dodged a stream of fire shot half heartedly toward his face.
Rolling his eyes in mock exasperation Johnny hurried to his bedroom. After changing into his bodysuit he came back to find the kitchen empty. 'Shocker.' Johnny thought wryly. He figured Peter springing this on him deserved to cool his heels for a minute. So Johnny walked, rather than flew, to the roof.
Peter stood on the edge of the roof, masked up and jumping on the balls of his feet. "Why're you sooooo sloooooow?"
"Cuz I can be."
Peter probably rolled his eyes but Johnny couldn't actually tell behind his mask. Smirking, Johnny obliged and flamed up. With a mock salute Johnny tipped backward over the Baxter Building. A whoop followed and soon the two were speeding high above the streets.
"So," Johnny called, "anywhere in particular?"
"Nah. Just patrolling. It's been pretty quiet lately."
"DUDE! Don't jinx it."
Spider-Man sighed. "Yeah, yeah. With my luck you're probably right- Oh hey!" He pulled an abrupt halt and hung off the nearest building. " We gotta stop, it's the hotdog stand!"
Johnny looked down at the nondescript cart many stories below them. "Don't you mean a hotdog stand?"
"No! These ones are legendary. Come on! And even Loki turning me into a pig with one hasn't made me lose my love for 'em."
Johnny paused. "You know how whacked our lives are that that sentence doesn't even make me blink?"
"I mean it still ranks high on the weirdness scale," Spider-Man shrugged, "but it was fine because I got to be protected by Thor. Though the 'hunted by Asgardians' bit wasn't my favorite."
Johnny didn't bother asking. Instead he landed neatly on the ground next to Spider-Man. The white haired tender didn't seem surprised to see two superheroes standing in front of him.
"Ah two strapping young men what'll it be?
Spider-Man leaned forward. "Two dogs please."
"Only two?" The old man's eye glinted at some private joke.
"Just a snack for now."
"Alrighty." The man put two hotdogs on buns, dousing one in ketchup, mustard, and relish. He turned to Johnny, "What would you like on yours?"
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Whumptober 2021
FanfictionA series of unrelated one-shots to whump the beloved characters of many fandoms. Whumptober 2021 prompts.
