He came back. He always came back.

Every time that I was left alone he walks right into the room and sits at the edge of my bed. He’d bring little things, like a single flower, a pinkie ring, a scented candle…or chocolate (which if you asked me was torture seeing as I couldn’t eat it). He’d tell me what went on that day, if nothing happened he’d Google a story and read it to me.

He was making it increasingly more impossible to hate him.

Today he came in bright and early with a picture frame.

“Morning Vick” he says brightly, like I was able to reply. “I brought you something I thought you might like”

He walked to the table besides my bed and drops a hybrid rectangular-heart shaped photo frame.

I ghost gasp.

It was a picture of my parents.

He sat down besides my left side as per usual. I was standing on the opposite side next to my head, gaping at the picture.

“I know it can never be as good as the real thing…but sometimes we have to treasure what little of them we got” Johnny looks at the picture sorrowfully.

Don’t forget, Johnny also lost both his parents, in a car crash no less.

“I was very young when I lost them” Johnny says out of the blue. “Sometimes, if I don’t concentrate hard enough, I actually forget what my mother looked like…”

I rush over to him and instinctively give him a hug. My arms whooshed right through him.

“I’d give anything to see them just one more time, for just one more second.” He digs his hand in his hair, “A picture can never really capture the real thing” he mutters, hanging his head down.

“No it can’t” I agree, looking at my parent’s picture.

My Dad, all big and ruff haired, was standing behind my mom with a big smile and his arms wrapped around her, he wasn’t super huge or muscular, but he was really built from years of physical training. My Mom was laughing, trying to push my Dad off her in a vain attempt, but her eyes were alight with love for the man behind her as her pin straight hair danced in the wind.

No other thing in my life possessed or captured as much love as that single picture did.

“You know your strong right?” Johnny held my hand and that tingle feeling came back, “No other sane person could lose such great parents like that and still be able to wake up the next day and smile”

He was right.

“Although we have already established the fact that you aren’t sane” he huffs out a dry laugh. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have gone out with Wade or tried in any way to fight Taskmaster”

I stifle a giggle.

“But today isn’t supposed to be all doomy and gloomy” Johnny sits up straighter and smiles brightly at me. “Cause I came to sing you a song”

“Say what?” I blurt out.

“I know I’m not a singer or songwriter-”

“Or anyone with musical talent” I interject.

“-but your absence has really taken its toll on your friends. David is on the brink of snapping and Sara is talking to herself,”

Oh waw…..I knew David was eventually bound to go off the deep end sometime in his life but Sara too!?

“I edged them back towards music and it proves to be a really good and constructive distraction for them.” Johnny says in surprise.

“That was really smart of you” I say, “Who knew?”

“That was really smart of me” he says, “Who knew?”

Talking to yourself can be a real biach sometimes.

Next thing I know he was bringing out a guitar I hadn’t even known was strapped to his shoulders.

“Thanks to them I picked up a thing or two,” he adjusts his sitting on the bed and lays the guitar on his laps. He brought out his iPhone (6 if some of you remember) from his pocket and unlocked the screen. “They made afew of the background music” he explains as he goes to his music file and clicks on an instrumental song. “It’s a song I wrote from when we we’re kids, or more like about when we were kids.”

(Start music by side…if you want ;p XD)

A sweet joyous melody starts jingling through the room.

“Please keep in mind this is my first time” his voice was shaky…is he?...is he scared?

I smiled and laughed lightly at that.

He paused the song, “No seriously, even if by any chance you are hearing this, please don’t laugh” he takes a deep breath, “It’d be a nightmare if you woke up from your coma laughing at me. I’d love it but it’d be a freaking nightmare,”

He coughs nervously and hits play again and the music starts back from the beginning.

It’s soooooo adorable how scared and nervous he is. My feelings for him, though reluctant, resurface 10-40 folds.

He strums the guitar and begins to sing;

We wrote a prelude to our own fairytale.

And bought a parachute at a church rummage sale

And with a mean sewing machine and miles of thread

We sewed the day above L.A. in navy and red.

He leans in close to my face and smiles brightly.

We round a racetrack through your mom’s kitchen chairs

He says warmly.

And fought the shadows back down your dark basement stairs.

He shakes his head at the memory.

I lit a match and let it catch to light up the room.

And then you yelled as we beheld an old maroon.

Hot air balloon

He got up and got into the groove.

I’ll be out of my mind

and you’ll be out of ideas pretty soon.

So let’s spend the afternoon

in a cold hot air balloon.

Leave your jacket behind.

Lean out and touch the tree tops over town.

I can’t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.

Johnny dances around the room. Spinning and kicking and just having an all around good time, not to say I wasn’t enjoying myself as well. I dance around the room with him, we may not be able to touch and he can’t see me but that didn’t stop the joy we shared.

La la la la la la

la la la la la la

He comes to a stop infront of the bed, stomping his foot to the beat.

We drank the great lakes like cold lemonade.

And both got stomach aches sprawled out in the shade.

He lifted his head and looked up at the ceiling with a blissful face like we were the stupidest people on earth.

So bored to death you held your breath and I tried not to yawn.

You make my frown turn upside down and now my worries are gone.

He dragged the last part of the song and got back into the chorus with a flare.

I'll be out of my mind

I clapped to the beat.

and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon.

So let's spend the afternoon

in a cold hot air balloon.

I twirl around the room.

Leave your jacket behind

I clap again.

Lean out and touch the tree tops over town.

I can’t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.

Now we’re both jumping and I’m singing along at the top of my inaudible-ghost-astral voice.

I'll be out of my mind

and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon.

So let's spend the afternoon

in a cold hot air balloon.

Leave your jacket behind

Lean out and touch the tree tops over town.

I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.

Johnny spins and spins and stops right infront of my bed as the music still lingered.

I was still twirling from the sheer merriment of everything and I didn’t notice Johnny’s eyes locking on my face. Before I knew it his head leaned down and his lips brushed so softly against mine.

And I felt the burst.

For a moment everything was dark, I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel someone kissing me.

I could feel Johnny kissing me.

I kissed back with all my might…..then the darkness dragged me back.

I gasped and realized I was on the floor, ghost me was on the floor.

I sigh out in frustration, I just had it!

I was back in my body but I blew it! Gosh! What happened?

“Whoa!” Johnny cried, jumping back from my body.

He looked at me like I was a new kind of menu KFC had invented and it crept him the hell out.

“Vick?” he sounded terrified and hopeful all at one.

“Johnny can you hear me?” I call out fruitlessly, damn it! This is so maddening!

I want to pull out my hair and scream out my aggravation, this was beyond infuriating.

“I swear to God I thought you kissed me back” he says in a surprised voice.

“I did Johnny! I did!”

“Ugh,” he held his head like someone who’s been hallucinating, “Maybe spending too much time with an unconscious body isn’t good for one’s mind and sanity”

“What!? No! No, no, no, no, no!” I begin to panic.

If Johnny stops visiting I’ll go back to being alone, and I can’t do that, I can’t handle that.

I’ll definitely lose my mind for sure. Have you seen how bored I get? I was playing with a heart monitor!? It doesn’t get more pathetic then that!

“Please Johnny don’t go please!” I am at the brink of tears.

What am I going to do? I can’t do anything! I can’t stop him!

This helpless feeling…..breaks me, and I feel a crack deep within me.

My heart monitor goes wild, machines and screens whining, blinking and generally going crazy.

BEEP, BEEP, THIRK, CRRRRRRINK! BEEP, BEEP, BEEEP!!!

“Vick? Vick!” Johnny’s voice was filled with alarm.

“Is everything alright in here!?” the door bursts open and Iron Fist rushes in.

“Everything just started acting crazy,” Johnny says helplessly. “Should we get a doctor or something?”

“We can’t leave her side,” Iron Fist says.

“What’s going on in here?!” Iron Man blasts into the room through my window unexpectedly. “You” Tony points at Johnny, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Save it Mr. Billionaire, can you help her?” Johnny grabs hold of my hand.

I feel it.

And it calms me down immensely.

“Look” Iron Fist points to the machinery, “The beeping stopped”

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Tony walks with confident metallic clangs as he strides towards Iron Fist. “What is he doing here?” Tony points at Johnny, “And who gave him the permission and authority to be here?”

“Hey Tony, stop being such a d*ck” I grumble to myself, folding my arms.

“Uhm…” Iron Fist was speechless, “He always comes during non visiting hours, and we guards are just informed never to get in his way.” The he turns and grins at Johnny, “Not after what you did to Spiderman”

“You heard?” Johnny asks with alittle pride.

“Who hasn’t!?”

“You. Leave. Now!” Tony growled out, grabbing hold of Johnny shoulder.

Johnny jerks it away and glared over his shoulder at Tony as he still held my hand. “Don’t, touch, me” his voice was filled with menace and treat.

“You’re not supposed to be here” Tony spat.

“And you are!?” Johnny let go of my arm and rounded on Tony.

“My suit is connected to Vick’s life support, if she so much as breathes a second too late I’ll know” Tony shot back, “So I came to check what’s wrong and I find you, as usual.”

What’s that’s supposed to mean?

Johnny’s eyes darkened, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Whenever something’s wrong with Victoria, whatever it is, you’re always the source” Tony jabbed is iron finger in Johnny’s chest.

Johnny went back a step with a look on his face that both displayed anger and acceptance.

“I never meant anything I’ve done to her” Johnny says quietly.

“Talk is cheap” Tony hisses.

That’s it.

“Anthony Stark, you are the rudest, most arrogant, crude and annoying man ever!” I fumed and glowed brighter due to the crack inside me that seemed to spew out light. “I know you can’t hear me but LEAVE Johnny ALONE! HE NEVER MEANT ANY OF THIS!”

“Do you guys hear that?” Iron Fist says out of nowhere.

Huh?

“Huh?” both Johnny and Tony say, looking at Iron Fist.

“I hear…..I feel something…” he says ominously.

Is it me? Dear God, let it be me!

“Over here! Iron Fist me it’s me! Look!” I wave and jump and shout.

“I…” he holds his head as if to concentrate, “There’s someone else here…”

“Is it a foe?” Tony goes into battle mode and brings out his weapons. Johnny bursts into flames and stands at the ready. Both men look around the room, expecting the worst.

“No, no” Iron Fist raises a hand to calm them, “It’s not threatening…it just, a presence”

“That not very helpful” Tony says dryly.

Johnny throws him a face and walks over to Iron Fist, “Ignore him” Johnny says with a hint of annoyance, then he lays a hand on Iron Fist’s shoulder, “Dude, when did you start feeling like this?”

“Ever since my first guard 2 weeks ago,” Iron Fist notices the alarm taking over Johnny’s face and quickly says, “But I always thought, since you were always in there, that it was your presence I sensed.”

“You’ve been coming for more than two weeks!?” Tony fumed.

Johnny blasted him with fire and he tips over. “Shut up,” Johnny says.

“Go Johnny!” I cheer.

“Danny” Johnny says, I’m kinda surprised he knew Iron Fist’s secret identity. “Is there anyone you know who can understand or interact with this ‘presence’?”

Danny folds his arm and looks at Johnny like he’d just asked a stupid question, “I do. The only reason I detected it in the first place was cause of my chi powers which are connected to my iron fist, but this things goes deeper than just chi and magic”

“You think it’s inter-dimensional?” Johnny asked.

“I do, but it even deeper still,” Danny continue, “And I know only one man who is masterfully skills in the arts of magic to grasp what is going on here”

“Oh no, not that whack job” Tony say, getting up from the ground.

“Man, I will melt you” Johnny growls. Then he turns back to Danny, “Who?”

Danny’s face turns solemn, “Dr Strange, Master of Black Magic and Sorcerer Supreme.”

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Johnny’s POV

I pace around Vick’s hospital room, Danny had asked me why I was so concerned with the presence, I told him I had a hunch and a certain feeling I couldn’t shake off. Could it be what I think it was? Do I dare even hope?

I look at my watch. Where the hell is this guy?

“I hope what you called me for was important” Dr Strange, with his weirdly cool getup and cloak, marches swiftly into the room. “I was just in the dark dimension battling Dormsmmu,”

“Again?” Iron Fist says from the background.

“Again” Dr Strange says tiredly.

“Okay can we get this over with please?” Tony goes and stands by Vick’s side table, he’d taken off his suit and it was current standing by a corner. “I want this madness over with so I can go and check what’s actually wrong with Vick”

“Ah, tsk tsk” Dr Strangers says, “You nonbelievers are so full in this world.”

“I’m a believer in science. Facts.” he accidentally tips over Vick’s parent’s picture. He bends to take it but continues talking, “Like I told Thor, it’s not magic he uses it’s just the science of another dimension put into place. There’s no such thing as-”

“Save it, I’ve heard this 3 billion times” Strange says in a bored tone, “You call shooting plasma beams out of your arms and chest through a thin material of metal science? Not magic?” he laughs and shakes his head, “Now you’re the strange one.”

“Can we all please just focus?” I call out. This was getting us nowhere. And my anxiety level was spiking which meant my heat was just under the surface begging to break free. But I won’t let it. I won’t lose control. For Vick….

“What the hell?” Tony says from nowhere.

“Tony will you stop-” I begin to say.

“I know these people” Tony folds his palm back and shows me the picture frame he was holding.

That makes my mind go blank.

“What?” I say, “How!?” He was a multi billionaire’s son! The fact that Reed knew Vick’s parents was a stretch, but Tony!?

“I-I don’t know,” Tony squints at the picture, for the first time looking fazed. “But I know them, I’ve seen them before…” he trails off.

Okay that is just weird….kind of “strange” even.

I couldn’t help making that joke to myself.

Wreep, brithk! Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep!

Tony drops the picture out of alarm. “What is wrong with her!?” He runs over to the wires blinking crazily.

“She’s shocked at the fact that you know her parents” Dr Strange says calmly.

My brain nearly combusts, “Wait, wait, what the fuck?” my neck snaps in his direction.

Then Dr Strange all of a sudden looks at the direction of the window Tony had flown in from, “Yes I can hear you” he says calmly to the window.

All of Vick’s machinery calms down instantaneously except her heart monitor, Tony checks it. “All her signs looks good but her heart shows a large spike in excitement” he informs us.

“Hold it!” I yell.

Everybody stops what they’re doing.

I walk up to Dr Strange, “What the hell are you talking about? Who are you talking to? What is going on?” The hairs at the nape of my neck spike up in anticipation. Could it be…?

Dr Stephen Vincent Strange gives me a sympathetic look, “Sometimes it hard being Sorcerer Supreme” he says to himself. He looks back at the window instantly like someone was calling for his attention.

Maybe calling this guy in wasn’t the best choice. Beside his surname, people must call him Strange for a reason.

Vincent turns back to me, “Oh and Vick also says yes she did kiss you back.”

“WHAT!?” Tony bellows.

“Nice” Danny gives me a fist bump that I half-heartedly give back, good thing it wasn’t the fist that glowed.

“YOU KISSED AN UNCONSIOUS BODY?!!”

Well, when you say it like that you make me sound like a creep.

“How do you know all this?” I ask Vincent, ignoring a forming at the mouth Tony Stark in the background.

He gives me a look that made me feel utterly clueless, then points to a spot right next to us. “Cause she’s standing right there”

Complete and total brain meltdown.

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Author’s Note

Well, that should really give Johnny something to think about. When you’re in a room with an unconscious or comatose patient, y’all keep in mind that they could be in an astral ghost form and could be listening and looking at everything you are doing. XD XD XD

P.S Did you guys know that there's no official video or anything for Owl City's Hot Air Balloon? If there is then I haven't seen it yet. Just noticed that when I was searching YouTube for it. *There was also an awful lip-syncing video, but I’ll leave that discussion for the comments*

Hey also, I keep forgetting to mention that I’ve started a new book (surprise surprise -_-, like seriously, I have like thirteen) and guess what?

IT’S DC!!!!

*enter hissing Marvel fans*

I know I know, “DC? Our sworn enemy!? Faizah how could you!?”

Hey! I thought it’d be cool to also have a DC story up here seeing as my Marvel one is such a success. And also “My Masked Assassin” is also based off of DC so you guys have no right to be offended *looking for an excuse*

The story’s name is “My name is Kara Zor-El, and I am SuperGirl” and if that doesn’t tip you off, the story has a huge Dc logo on it.

Hmmm, I just realized that the abbreviation for that story is MNIKZAIAS (or MNIK-EZAIAS for more accuracy) and this story is IATFMOTFF. 9 for 9.

Hope that’s a sign that that story’ll be great too :) (<= to many ‘that’s in this sentence! Had to cancel out a ‘that’ before the “that’s” :p Try and understand THAT! ;D)

I don’t wanna force anyone to read it but I’m kinda confused on how to portray Zara. But that’s a discussion for the story.

I’ll be so grateful if you check it out.

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Don’t forget to be (*the good kinda*) freaky, signing off-

~Ya Gal Vicky<3