Johnny's POV

I slammed the phone down back onto it receiver, it took all my might not to reach into the phone and blast her on the spot.

Even when she's not near me she can get under my skin!

Why oh why does the universe hate me so?

I can't catch a break...I cannot catch a fucking break!

I could still hear Reed and Sue's squabble in the kitchen, as soon as I ended the call with Vick, Susan resumed her attack on her husband.

I look back at my room, despite her being my girlfriend I sooooo did not want to go back to bed. For a fact I knew her hair would try to kill me, why did it try to suffocate me so badly?

The stupid alarm was still ringing though, so I lit up my hand and blasted the small dome on the far right corner of the room on the ceiling. It sizzled and smoked and died down, Herbie wouldn't be able to see what was going on in the corridor tomorrow morning but I knew it'd get fixed before night fall.

"I need some air," I growled to myself. I was no longer sleepy and I sure as hell couldn't stay here with the Married Couple of The Year having their hourly fights.

I walk into my room and pull on the clothes I just dumped on the ground, thanks to the earmuffs Brigitte couldn't hear a thing and was blissfully sleeping.

I pick up a sticky note from under my bed and scribble a note for her in case she woke up.

Hey Brig

Couldn't sleep due to all the madness, so I stepped out to get some air.

XX

~John

I hated when people call me John, it irked the hell out of me. But Brigitte liked to use it as a pet name so the best I could do was humor her. But I still really hated it...do I tell her? Or just leave it alone for love?

I attach the note to her forehead and leave the room, on the walk from my bedroom door to the elevator I pondered whether I'd go to the roof and fly around or go down to the garage, get my bike and zoom around town?

I stop right before the elevator, I didn't want to take my bike cause that would cause to much attention. And for once I didn't want any of it. And going up to the roof seemed too much of a hassle. I look back at Vick's former room and next thing I know I'm standing in her completely cleared out old room.

"How the-!? What the-?!" I looked around practically scared, one minute I'm looking at the door and the next I materialized into the room? I look back and see the room door open, so that meant I had walked into the room.

I slap my forehead.

Seriously though...what is wrong with me?

I look at her former window, and I remember how she jumped out it to escape on her birthday.

And suddenly with that thought I remember another one of her birthdays, one that took place 10 years ago. Where I'd given Vick her dolphin stuffed animal and she gave me the kiss that hunted me for life.

Well, until her last birthday where I returned the favor and kissed her lights out.

Or more like you mean she kissed yours?

I shake my head to clear the thoughts away, I walk over to the window and open it. For some crazy reason I also wanted to jump out, but where would I go?

Suddenly another thought hits me, I remember Vick again sneaking out of this room with Tony not so long ago.

I'm instantly overwhelmed with anger, it was his fault this mess is in place to begin with!

Next thing I know I'm flying out the window, I fall down the immense height of the Baxter Building. I let the cold chill air consume me, it's rare for me to ever feel cold, so this was a welcomed and slightly pleasant feeling.

The ground was fast approaching, and in the last moment I kick up my powers, "FLAME ON!"

The heat starts up from within and my body is incased in flame, I mentally thrust myself forward and my whole body moves forward at break neck speed. I swoosh between the cars on the road, and gain up speed as I angle my body upward and jet into the sky.

Trails and whips of flames trail behind me as I aim high into the sky, I hover above the whole of New York, looking down at all the bright lights. I locate the building I wanted to go to and fly down like a torpedo.

There were lights flashing around, were they having a party!?

I fly around the building to gain some of the attendant's attention, I start flying slowly towards the other end of the tall building and stop right next to a window. The host of the party walks towards the window and opens it.

"Sorry Johnny, but this party is for wealthy billionaires only" Tony said to me smugly.

He was dressed as sharply as possible and was holding a wine glass. I was fully confident that Tony's suit (the one he wore now, not the iron one) alone cost more than my parents made their entire lives. But hey, you can't technically be mad or jealous at Tony, that's like envying the moon, the guy's so rich it was unnatural.

"I'm not here to crash your exceptionally snooty and boring party," I say blandly.

"Too bad, Jay Z is here and he's devouring all the olives" Tony says alittle annoyed.

"He's not a billionaire"

"Yeah, but he's Jay Z. Which sane human will ever turn him away!?"

"Point"

I hover there in the air zone for afew more moments, not really sure what to do or say next.

"Any actually point to this visit?" Tony says to me in that annoyingly stuck up and condescending tone of his that makes me, and most if society, wanna punch him square in his probably fake nose.

"Vick called" I simply say.

"What?" he accidentally dropped his wine glass.

"You heard me. She called asking about the day she reappeared, and I was the only one would knew what technically happened. Then she had a blow out that pissed me off so I told her I won't tell her anything till she meets me"

"You did what!" Tony yelled. If it wasn't for the party behind him everyone in New York might have heard him yell.

I shrug. "Sorry, couldn't help myself" I say unapologetically.

"C'mon Johnny, you had one job! I advised you to do one thing! All you had to do was stay away from Vick, give her a normal life" Tony chides.

"Yeah, and thanks to your wonderful advice we are both miserable in semi-stable relationships" I counter back.

I'd had enough, enough of pretending. Lying to yourself wasn't healthy and did not help matters, and right now I was looking for a perfect candidate to blame and take out my angers on.

And ding, ding, ding, Tony was the lucky winner.

"What does a relationship have to do with being safe" Tony stresses. "You guys just date 6 to 10 more people...you'll probably maybe find your soul mate. Or at least someone that both of you can tolerate for the rest of your life"

"We are already dating people we can tolerate for the rest of our lives" I inform him.

"Then good," Tony says smugly, like a huge problem has been solved. He looks over his shoulder at a beautiful red head in a smoking dress, he cracked a grin at her and she blushes shyly.

"So let me get this straight, you get to have a happy and rich life with the woman you love...but we don't?" I asked with a tinge of rage.

"Hey, life's not fair. Some people get to live the perfect lives, others don't. Best not to question and accept it" Tony shrugs.

I feel a vein throb in my temple. How can one person be so...so...urgh! My eyes had been closed in an effort to maintain my anger, I opened them and look Tony right in the eyes.

Huh, strange...they looked familiar. Like I'd seen those exact brown eyes before...

"I just came to inform you about it," I conclude.

"You do know I'm gonna try to find a way to stop this right? Or atleast make it in a way that hinders you two from getting close to each other?"

"I suspected as much," I nod, "As much as I hate to admit it, like right down to my core, you were right about what you said 5 month ago" I say.

"About you, the Fantastic Four and all other super heroes maintaining a distance from her?" Tony continues, and then he says darkly. "The only annoying thing is Wolverine would not leave her side, well, good thing for his loyalty, he acts as sort of her guard dog."

"Well, that's all from me" I say smugly, maintaining my arms hidden behind me.

"Well so long Jonathan Storm, hope you have a pleasant remainder of your evening" Tony says, turns and walks away.

"Oh yes, Anthony Stark," I turn around in mid air and look at the mini recorder I had hidden. "I will have a pleasant evening."

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I fly quietly and slowly down the suburbs, it was early morning and the sky had a tinge of blue, orange and purple. I fly till I reach the window of the girl that was like a physical leech on my heart that no matter how many times I set on fire, it just doesn't burn off.

I look in through her window, yeah I know what I was doing right now was kinda creepy-ish and stalker-ish, but it was for a purpose, a reason!

I gently slide open her room window and drop the mini recorder on the window sill inside so it doesn't fall out. I'd taken one sticky note with me, I pondered what I would write on it, I've already said "I'm Sorry" one too many times to her. So instead I write;

I hope this makes up for me acting like a douche bag.

X

~J

I look up before I leave, she was lying on her bed roughly and looked like she had to go through hell before falling asleep.

I look back at the recorder, would it be enough for her to forgive me? I knew nothing I could do would make her love me again or give me another chance, I'd already blown to many. But the evidence I presented now would surely make her stop hating the Fantastic Four? Right?

Everything was an unknown at this point, all I could do was hope.

I look back up at her spread out sleeping form, I'll miss you Johnny Storm, thanks for being my friend. I remember her say to me 10 years.

"Oh man," I sigh to myself, leaving the window open so she could find the recorder. "This girl will be the death of me."

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Author's Note

Soooo, welly, welly, well.

All of you started to hate Johnny, or even had hated him.

So now what do you think? Does Johnny still deserve your wrath? Or does someone else with a metal suit?

Thanks everyone for taking the time out of your busy lives to read this, really puts a smile on my face. I'd actually finish this chapter 2 days ago but held it from publishing cause I feel like I'm spoiling you guys just abit.

P.S I just looked at my page count of Microsoft Word and realized I've written 583 pages...and that's minus the first 10 chapters XD. Is this story abit too...much? Wouldn't wanna scare new readers with a bulky book (although they're the best)

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