The human torch's flame

Chapter 2

You sat in a black SUV witch Van Doom had sent you a few hours ago. The mission in space had come up so fast you had barely had time to process what was going on. But you were ready or as ready as someone could be when they are going in space.

You lost track of time as buildings shifted into houses that shifted into grass. The driver stopped the car and opened the door for you, revealing yourself in a full body suit. It was blue and black and clung to your every curve. Witch could be revealed unflattering or flattering depending on how you looked like.

Fortunately, your uniform was the latter. You thanked the driver and sent him on his way. You took a second to analyse your surroundings. Meadows were surrounding a tall modern building that could only have been constructed under the orders of Van Doom himself. 

The was a sound of a motorcycle as I spun round to see myself face to face with my co-pilot. I looked as he hopped off his motorcycle and took a step towards me. He smiled and said:

"Now, beautiful lady. You don't have to look at me like that to get a kiss."

You laughed and only spoke when you had calmed yourself down. Johnny Storm was giving you a confused look. Jeez, the guy is so full of himself.

"I don't want to kiss you. Who knows how much bacteria and deceases I could catch from you." Yes, before you came you made a check through their general background and found out that Johnny literally slept with every woman he wanted.

He pouted. 

"Hey. So If you aren't here for a make out session than why are you here?"

"I am fourteenth the time the pilot you are so I should be asking that question."

"Co-pilot. Right? Well listen. I am not going to listen to bad chemistry jokes and braid your hair so you can just leave the job to me."

"I doubt that's a good idea for anything except kissing girls." I retorted.

He extended his hand in a formal gesture. you narrowed my eyes. Having read his file his wasn't going to just swallow that insult down. You shock his hand but before you could take it back, he twirled you in so you were leaning on his chest and licked your check.

What the hell?

You pulled back, getting out of his grasp and wiped your check who was now covered in Storm's saliva. You shot him a death glare but he just shrugged. You felt anger bubbling up inside you so you started to count and sooth yourself:

That's what he wants. Do not give him what he wants. 1. 2. 3. 

You walked inside, trying to ignore Johnny's glare at your curves. You stopped just before you entered the building and said.

"Johnny. I am sure you are made of arsenic 'cause your an As(s)." As is the symbol for arsenic for those who didn't know.

Johnny put a hand to his chest, pretending to feel offended. You rolled your eyes at him. This was going to be a looooooong ride in Space.