Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers & Johnny Storm pt. 2

(I think I'm going to continue writing stuff like this. It just cracks me up cx)

"So, great news!" Tony suddenly says, and you rip your eyes away from Johnny to look up at him. "Mr. Reed has decided that him and his team shall be staying here for a limited amount of time to poke around in the lab- I mean, conduct research with my tools he cannot find anywhere else."

"Awesome!" Johnny cheers, smiling brightly at you. "More time to get to know each other, sweet cheeks-"

Steve clears his throat and stands. "I'm assuming they're going to be needing him to commence the research?"

"Actually, Cap, they need you. Apparently, you're some sort of miracle in the science world."

Steve sighs and turns to you. "Be careful with him, okay?"

"You're not going off to war, Capsickle. Let's get a move on!" Tony claps a hand onto Steve's should and he sends him a glare.

"I won't be confined to a small, metal box, right? Cause if I am, I'm not promising anything won't break,"

You watch as Tony and Steve disappear, and turn tentatively towards Johnny.

He grins. "Now I've got you all to myself,"

You shake your head. "That's where you're wrong," You say, standing and scuttling off to your room.

"Where are you going?" Johnny calls out, following you as you throw open your door and slam it shut. "Aw, come on, Cutie, don't you want to get to know the Human Torch a little better? Huh?"

"No thanks," You grumble, grabbing your messenger bag and slinging it over your chest. "I've got things to do!"

"Great!" Johnny says, leaning against your door. "I'll come with-"

You let out a small shriek as you pull open the door, not expecting his body to slam into yours as you two smack into the ground.

"Ouch," You groan, blinking away the black spots and realize his face inches from yours. "J-Johnny!"

He smirks. "That's my name, babe,"

"Please get off," You sputter, pushing his chest as you squirm underneath his body.

He easily jumps up and offers you a hand, which you hesitantly take.

"You okay? Hit your head? Feel dizzy or any nausea?"

You shrug. "My vision spotted but that's nothing-"

"Code red!" Johnny shouts, bending down and picking you up bridal style.

You squeak, throwing your arms around his shoulders as he takes off down the halls.

"We have a code red, people!" Johnny bursts into the lab, looking around. "We need a doctor!"

"(Y/n)?" Steve asks, shirtless on a table with a needle in his arm. "What's-"

"I said, code red!" Johnny blares. "She's dying here, people!"

Steve jumps up. "What? What's wrong? Did somethin-"

"No," You say, struggling to get out of Johnny's arms. "I am fine, Johnny. And Steve. I just hit my head.." You trail off as Johnny goes to stand next to Steve, imitating his posture and creased eyebrows.

"How old are you again?"

"90," Steve says plainly, and Johnny sniffs.

"Dermatologists must hate you,"

"Okay, Mr. Rogers-" Richard Reed enters the lab and nearly drops his papers. "Johnny, do you mind leaving the lab?"

"Can't even tell your own team mate apart from grandpa over here?" Johnny whines, placing a hand over his chest. "That's hurts,"

"No, actually. I can tell the difference just fine. Your presence is just making my head ache,"

And so, Johnny proceeds to pick you up and run out of the room, Steve shouting after you two to stay safe and- watch out!