dr-von-doom:
Every good story was a story of perfect timing. It took a little bit of time to create the best arrangement but nothing that magic and science couldn’t solve. Levitating above Brooklyn streets, Doom looked with greedy anticipation at the fire truck rushing to this last last distress signal they just had. How sad it may be, people were dying, most of them from asphyxia. The incident wasn’t big enough to trigger some stupid hyperactive superheroes, but enough to stress those firemen. Doom watched the scene, hidden behind one of his spell, waiting his moment. He manipulated the flames just enough to give those good citizens a chance, just enough to motivate those good men. He waited and watched them enter the building, it was now inevitable, this dear Johnny Storm had no chance to save those poor victims with some primitive tools. Fire was great, fire could be impressive, especially with the perfect air suction. And little bit of science there, on bad door mysteriously opened and… BOOM. Doom watched the back-draft with a smirk, it was just a question of seconds now, Doom knew it, so he triggered the second part of his plan.
@thehumxntorchstorm
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There were a few things that Johnny absolutely hated in this post SHPA world. One was the fact that everyone else on the team seemed quite happy to sign their free choice away. And two, he couldn’t openly use his powers to save anyone without fear of repercussion from Osborn or Hammer or whatever was the biggest pain in the neck now. That was why he became a fireman - no one would think anything if he flamed on in an already burning building. They wouldn’t even know if it was him. If he couldn’t technically be a super hero, he could at least still protect people.
He could see the building aflame as they approached the area and already he was gearing up to run in and get the people out. The fire was massive and they wouldn’t have much time to save everyone. The truck came to a stop and Johnny didn’t hesistate to don his mask and helmet and rush into the flames. His job would be a lot easier if he could just flame on but he had to be careful. He knew people were watching so he kept himself cloaked. He had to. He had found the room where a bunch of people were trapped and he went in to pull them out when he heard it - the explosion. His eyes glanced up and he saw the ceiling starting to cave. “Everyone out, now!” he yelled just before the wood cracked and started to fall.
He didn’t hesistate. Didn’t think about it for a second as he raised his hands and caught the fire-engulfed beams. He absorbed the flames through his body and used it’s own force to propel the trajectory of the flames upward, preventing any more caving in. He grunted and groaned, turning his head to see the people staring at him in aw. “OUT! NOW!”
