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Post by Slim on May 25, 2022 0:38:53 GMT -7
Real talk, Johnny Storm didn’t know all that much about Kingpin. He knew that the guy’s name was Wilson Fisk, that he operated in the light as a businessman and politician and in the shadows as a crime lord, and that he appeared to have the density of a collapsing star. Johnny didn’t really read the newspapers, and spent most of his hero-time in the skies, the stars, or around Latveria. Crime families and ninja syndicates were much more of a street-level thing. Pretty much everything he’d heard about the big man was secondhand through Felicia, or the occasional text chain with Peter.
Still, a lack of familiarity didn’t mean that Johnny wasn’t on edge, especially as he remembered that this guy had specifically gone after the woman he loved. He forced down that involuntary toxic urge to go start something, to get Felicia the payback she deserved. Firstly, she didn’t need him to fight her battles for her, and more than that, if it was that easy to do something about Kingpin, someone else would have done it already. Mostly though, it was Felicia that defused him, with her casual attitude about the whole situation. Johnnylet out an exhale that carried with it a lot of his tension, and tried to ‘be good’. Last thing he wanted to do was ruin their night out.
”Sound logic,” he agreed. Before he could springboard off of her comment and continue the roast, Felicia started speaking in tongues.
”They all sound good,” he said, somehow keeping a straight face even though both people at this table knew that he had no idea what the hell she’d just said. It wasn’t his first time in a fancy French restaurant, far from it in fact! But he’d made it through those occasions through sheer, unadulterated confidence, or by asking his date or the server what they recommended. It didn’t always go well for his palette, but he played it cool. Tonight he wasn’t looking to con his way through anything, and thankfully the menu had translations of everything Felicia had just said.
”Le Homard is tempting, but I don’t know that I’m feeling baby gems tonight.” He had no idea what baby gems were. Ditto on ‘wagyu’, ‘harissa’ and ‘treviso.’ A part of him got a kick out of the fact that there was a menu item just called ‘Le Burger’, but he kept that amusement to himself. Keep it classy, Johnny. As his eyes scanned the list, his heart sank as he realized that Le Homard and Le Homard du Maine were two different things, and he’d made a crack about the latter while she’d been talking about the former. So, in an attempt to recover, he took a swing at pronouncing the dish that sounded most appetizing to him: ”I’m leaning towards Le Chevreuil.”
Though he didn’t feel like he’d butchered the word, his French didn’t hold a candle to his partner’s. To his untrained ear she may as well have been a native speaker, though the most he’d ever spoken to a native French speaker was the Parisian Olympian who’d medaled in figure skating, a looooooong time ago. Felicia’s mastery of other languages never failed to impress him, someday he’d put in the time to learn a little himself so they could take that trip to France they’d daydreamed about. ”What about you? Do they have the meat you were looking for?”
So much for keeping it classy.
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Post by Super Chick on May 25, 2022 18:19:31 GMT -7
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There really were many reasons why Felicia Hardy and Johnny Storm worked well as a couple. The first was glaringly obvious: they were both very attractive individuals of similar age. They worked well together doing the hero gig even though Felicia currently had no true superhuman abilities save her charm. Beyond all of that was her favorite reason, however, and that was that no one could bring her adventure quite as he did. With his general attitude of tossing caution to the wind and the predilection toward impulsivity bordering on childishness, Johnny made quite the life companion. Sure, he was uncultured and slightly less intelligent than Felicia's usual consorts, but he was damned fun! And there was something to be said for that.
The reason for his compatibility at this moment, though, had nothing to do with his adventuresome side and everything to do with his naivety. Johnny was just the right amount of sycophant mingled with guileless ignorance that he completely bought her story that everything was fine. He knew little of the villainry here in New York and concerned himself only with cosmic and otherworldly threats that the Fantastic Four engaged. That and Doom. If it had nothing to do with either something insanely out of the ordinary or that metal magician, he was all in. Otherwise, they'd better be wearing a short skirt and rank at least a 9 on his scale of beauty in order for Johnny to glance in their direction. That made it simple for her to make up whatever story she wanted about the goings-on in the city, and in this case, allowed her to completely sideline his very warranted concerns.
Felicia smiled as her beau attempted to pronounce things off the French menu and continued her ruse that she was not at all distracted by Fisk. He mentioned the venison and Felicia gave a look of small surprise. He had neither ordered the Japanese beef nor Le Burger. Then the thought struck her that he may not even know what wagyu is! So, after responding to his question, she threw her man a bone. "Oh, Johnny," she said slyly, "I always find the meat I'm looking for." Her sultry grin said it all. She let her face relax and continued. "I am impressed you're going with the veal. I truly thought you'd end up with either the waygu beef ribs or a burger."
The waitress arrived and offered to start them with drinks. Felicia ordered a Manhattan and le Homard du Maine appetizer and winked at Johnny. "I'm pretty sure you're going to love the baby gems," she teased. She waited for him to order his drink and when the waitress left, she tucked her sunglasses from the table into a jacket pocket as she lifted a foot from her shoe. The Cat rubbed her foot up and down his leg. "We could order one of everything to indulge your adventurous side tonight," she said. "But I think I'd rather you save most of your adventuring for later." Her eyes did not leave his even for a second, but that did not mean she was not acutely aware of every movement, undignified slurp of octopus, and wayward glance from the big man in the corner.
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Post by Slim on May 25, 2022 20:34:54 GMT -7
”Babe, even I know better than to come to a place like this and get ‘Le Burger’.” It had honestly surprised him to see it on the menu at all, it felt like an oasis of normalcy in a decadent desert. ”But I won’t lie, I came this close to getting out my phone and looking up fifty percent of the words on this menu.” They’d gotten dressed up, brought the nice car, paid their way into an expensive restaurant, the least Johnny could do was take a leap of faith on the meal. Worst case scenario? If it didn’t work out, they’d laugh about it and soon be distracted by other things, new adventures.
”I was also tempted to try and convince you to do the 'Lady and the Tramp' thing with some spaghetti, but..” As if on cue, the unpleasantly squishy sound of a living bowling ball inhaling some octopus could be heard from a short distance away. ”...But maybe we save that one for home.” He worried occasionally about the risk of somehow embarrassing her in certain high-society situations, but typically his charm, experience and ability to improvise got him out of ballrooms, penthouses and art auctions unscathed. Maybe it came from years of his sister always seeming on edge that Johnny, the family screwup, might let her down somehow.
When the server showed up, Johny hadn’t yet given drinks much of a thought, so he picked up the wine list and skimmed it quickly. He immediately ruled out the champagne when he saw one that was somewhere around six thousand bucks, and likewise opted not to go for beer for the exact opposite reason. When in rome France, right? As he realized that he’d need another hour or two to get through the whole wine list, he went back to the top and decided to go with a hail mary choice: The High Line Wine cocktail. He wasn’t sure what all the ingredients were, but unlike the drink above it, at least none of them were chili.
”I trust you with my life,” he grinned, as she made a prediction about the baby gems. ”And hey, If it doesn’t work out,I know someone who loves a good gem.”
The feel of Felicia’s foot upon his leg brought a relaxed smile to his face, being out of his element like this had made him tense in a way he didn’t fully realize until her touch helped ease it all away. He closed his eyes and exhaled, trying to find a little zen for the rest of their night out. He’d pushed Wilson Fisk out of his mind, and was none the wiser that Felicia was doing the exact opposite, even as she made enticing promises about what their future might look like. ”That’s the nice thing about the standing reservation: We can pace ourselves. Well, here, at least.” Shortly afterward, the server arrived with their drinks, and the chosen appetizer.
He recognized the lobster, avocado,and mozzarella, which allowed him to use the tried-and-true process of elimination method to determine that baby gems were…lettuce. Why the hell was it called that? He only let his eyes stay narrowed for a moment, instead choosing to just roll with it. He set his napkin in his lap, and went for a taste of his drink so that Felicia could have first crack at the appetizer. As he brought the drink to his lips but before tasting it, he remembered something he’d promised to ask about. ”So, the trip! Rousing success, regretfully mundane, or total disaster?
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Post by Super Chick on May 29, 2022 17:52:24 GMT -7
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One need not be a telepath to know Johnny was unimpressed with the baby gems once they arrived at the table. To his credit, however, he said not a word nor wrinkled his nose. A man through and through, Johnny preferred to eat meat with as few greens on the side as was possible. It mattered not how often his sister attempted to culture the guy, Johnny's pallette was as immature as his jokes at times. Thankfully, he had been improving on the latter in her company and Felicia would have to say he was becoming quite witty in a more sophisticated way. However, his palette was simply as predictable as ever. Had she ordered his french fries, Felicia thought she might get a grateful smile from her love with the accompaniment of his trying even harder to make a good impression, but the Cat wasn't going to let the thought deter her from at least making him taste the tiny lettuce heads first.
He reached for his drink, the safest of all the things spread across the table at the moment, and asked her about her job. Reaching for a lobster tail, Felicia started to fill him in with what she was supposed to know about her job, which was basically so little it would make for fast conversation. "Oh, you know, the usual. I was asked to retrieve a package of highly classified information for a little country that was afraid of its resources being plundered if its super-secret intel was shared," she began. Felicia placed two baby gems and some avocado on her plate and then continued. "I had to do the homework to find the people with the package, then get it back to the government it was stolen from. It was pretty elementary, really, but I suppose the payment will feed us well tonight."
Felicia looked coyly at Johnny and pointed at the appetizer. "Feel free to live a little. I've taken what I want from this course." As Johnny would undoubtedly move slowly while he tried to look inconspicuous and avoid the greens, Felicia slipped another look in Kingpin's direction. He, too, was trying to act as if he only cared about his food. He saw himself as untouchable, she supposed, and to a point the crimelord was. In fact, Felicia couldn't get over how he'd escaped being hanged by the Daredevil yet, but then her mind wandered to it being her that brought the monstrosity to his eventual end.
And Felicia smiled.
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Post by Slim on May 30, 2022 19:28:10 GMT -7
Johnny got a little more comfortable in his seat as Felicia recounted the surface-level details of the job she’d taken. Her benefactors had needed something ‘retrieved’, which meant that they’d made the best possible choice with their hired help. It had probably made a nice dent in that country’s annual bottom line, but if there was one thing Johnny knew, it was that she was worth it. He gave her a sympathetic look as she implied that the job hadn’t really been a challenge, though in truth he was glad she hadn’t been in much danger. ”Classified intel, huh? Sounds like you were pretty much a spy for the weekend. Which.. I guess makes me the Bond girl?” he grinned.
When she indicated that it was his turn to try what she’d ordered, her prediction came mostly true. He started with the lobster, brought some avocado onto his plate, and hesitated before finally transferring a single baby gem onto his plate. It wasn’t that he didn’t eat greens, it was that he bristled at the texture much of the time, and got the requisite nutrients in other ways. Typically some kind of shake or smoothie made by one of Reed’s many odd inventions, which was half-replicator from Star Trek and half Coke Freestyle machine. They wouldn’t win any awards taste-wise, but they ultimately got the job done.
”Sorry to hear it wasn’t all that exciting. Hopefully the next one’s better,” he said, looking up from his plate just in time to see the smile on Felicia’s lips, one that he’d done nothing to cause as far as he knew. He stopped the hand that had been moving to bring the baby gem to his mouth just long enough to let his curiosity-free. Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked harmlessly, before shoving the small vegetable in his mouth, wanting to get it out of the way early so that there was nowhere to go but up from here. And miraculously, it was fine! To the surprise of no one, living a little had been pretty solid advice.
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Post by Super Chick on May 31, 2022 16:38:41 GMT -7
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The Cat may have appeared a little like the Cheshire from Alice's trip to Wonderland as she peered across the dining room at Wilson Fisk and she became acutely aware of that fact when Johnny called her out on it. She blinked and brought herself back to reality in a split second, moving her eyes to People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive and away from the abhorrent distraction that had ignited her darker fantasies. Her mind worked even as her smile moved from sinister to charming.
"Well," she began, hedging her answer in return for time. "I'm not sure it's particularly dinner conversation. I wouldn't want to ruin our appetites."
Should she confess her vile visions to the man who could never approve of such things in reality? Should she trust him to believe that these were ideas she would only dream about but never act upon? Would he think less of her if he knew the torturous end she would plan for one of the city's more ruthless villains?
These were questions Felicia could not answer for certain, but she had a strong inkling that if she did not go into gory detail (like how she wanted to string Fisk's bloated intestines across the Manhattan skyline and use his bulbous head for a bit of racquetball practice until his brains painted the walls a grotesque mixture of red and gray) then perhaps he would just think her sharing the imaginings of most heroes in the city that Fisk was put out of business and behind bars. Surely she could swing that! So, with a sigh of small resignation, she continued.
"Honestly, I was imagining Jabba's cousin over there being strung up by the Daredevil and wondering if those cables the Devil swings with were long enough to wrap around 'im." Felicia gave Johnny a wicked little wink and a grin that was meant to indicate mischief. She hoped he bought it as a benign joke rather than deciding that his kitten might have claws that had far more uses than just his back. Besides, it wasn't that she could foresee an opportunity anytime soon that she could make good on her revenge schemes. For now, they were yet delayed grievances for which she had no plan. Someday, though, the self-professed Kingpin would get what was coming to him.
Pointing with her fork to the baby gems, Felicia attempted to change the subject. "What'd you think?"
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Post by Slim on May 31, 2022 22:38:33 GMT -7
When Felicia responded to his casual query by suggesting that her thoughts might kill the mood, Johnny accepted the answer with a small nod. His curiosity wasn’t entirely extinguished, but he didn’t press. He’d spent a lot of time around Reed, who rarely expressed his feelings or explained his inventions, his sister who confided little more than harmless frustrations about raising unruly kids, and Ben Grimm. Ben was even less forthcoming than Reed sometimes, a side effect of his whole ‘Yancy-street-tough-guy’ schtick. So Johnny was pretty used to it, overall. On top of that, he supposed he didn’t really give off the ‘good listener’ vibe, so people tended not to bare their souls to him. Felicia had her own things going on, it seemed natural for a world-class thief to hold some things close to her chest, and Johnny wasn’t the paranoid type.
He looked down and took a small bit of avocado, trying to come up with a different conversational approach. To his surprise that turned out to not be necessary, the Cat had apparently changed her mind. He set his fork down as she explained, letting out a quick exhaled laugh at the categorization of Wilson Fisk as a Hutt from Star Wars. The overall scene she shared was a little intense, but not enough so to set off any serious alarm bells in her boyfriend’s head. Even though he was relatively uninformed, Johnny knew that the white-suited mogul had no small amount of blood on his hands, and likely not a shred of remorse for any of it. ”I think they’d get around him at least once, maybe a time and a half. But could they hold him up? Ab-so-LUTELY not,” he declared.
He took another bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully. The gears were turning, a suggestion forming, but she asked him about the greens before he managed to finalize anything. ”I thought they’d taste like Swamp Thing’s armpit, but they’re totally edible.” He proved this by claiming another one onto his plate, mostly for fairness since Felicia had grabbed two to his one. ”What about a reverse heist?” he suddenly said in a lightly hushed voice, a little oblivious to the conversational whiplash of going back to chatting about Kingpin. ”Bury him under an avalanche of incriminating stuff that even HIS lawyers would have a hard time overcoming.” It occurred to him then that if he’d managed to think of it then she probably had too. Maybe it wasn’t the most legal process for holding a monster accountable, but it certainly seemed like a better alternative than letting him roam free.
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Post by Super Chick on Aug 3, 2022 21:36:12 GMT -7
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Felicia watched for any sign that Johnny was offended by her thoughts, but as she suspected, she saw none. The hot mess of a man barely registered her disgust for FRisk, but apparently enjoyed mocking his size as much as anyone else. Again, no surprise. For all his heroics, Johnny Storm was far from the world's greatest detective. If anything, he lived up to the blond bombshell stereotype far more than she did. Oh, she'd never tell him that. Johnny wasn't stupid by any means, but he could be naive and blissfully unaware. Sometimes that was something she appreciated. Like now.
She smiled at his estimate of Daredevil's cables wrapping around Fisk and her smile grew into a smirk when he said he thought the baby gems would taste like "Swamp Thing's armpit" which showed a little of his heroic comedy side. It also betrayed the immaturity he hid deep beneath that super fantastic bod. In truth, if she were honest, the latter painted over a multitude of sins in a gloriously colorful mural of seduction that she simply could not resist! Besides, he was nice, too.
Johnny suggested burying Fisk under the legal proof of his guilt, and this time Felicia laughed acerbically. "I think that ship sailed when he put the DA and half the cops in Hell's Kitchen on his payroll." Her nostrils flared and it took concerted effort to keep from snarling. "You know, I have lots of money to throw at people to look the other way, but that's a low I have not hit." Yet.
Felicia inhaled to calm her anger. Her hatred toward Fisk was palatable. As the waitress arrived with their main courses, the Cat decided to swallow her pride and not spoil their dinner. She found her center with another deep breath and smiled at the waitress as she set her food down. When the help left, Felicia looked across the table at Johnny. "I think it's time to change the subject. I came to dinner to talk about us - or you, specifically." Felicia picked up her fork and poked her meat. "So why is it, do you think, that you can't seem to stay out of trouble?"
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Post by Slim on Aug 16, 2022 3:32:04 GMT -7
Johnny was rarely more out of his element than when he tried to dip a toe into the criminal underworld that Felicia once thrived in, and her response to his suggestion was the latest proof of that. It made sense, laws weren’t going to be much help regarding Fisk if everyone who was supposed to enforce them had a strong incentive to do the exact opposite. And it wasn’t just the generous checks that kept them in line, but also likely the fear of what would happen if someone tried to betray the big man. There was a bit of a ‘tch’ sound of disappointment from Felicia’s date, and he opted to get back in his lane. ”Well if you ever need a nice limo melted or a laughably big stack of cash turned to ash, you’ve got my number,” he teased. Johnny’s mind was eager to suggest other things (maybe do something to get him picked up if he traveled to another country?) but he kept them to himself.
The server arrived just on time, and Johnny observed Felicia trying to reset herself with a thorough inhale. Was she more affected than she’d been letting on? Sometimes he wondered if he was only ever able to get a read on her when she wanted him to. The idea of that bummed him out a little, but he kind of understood. There tended to be a huge, uncrackable vault door guarding the way to any feelings of vulnerability that she had, and Johnny felt like he could count the number of times he’d been inside that vault on one hand. He didn’t blame her for that, she had to be tougher than the diamonds she coveted to claw her way through a hard life and a dangerous career. Letting her guard down might be the only luxury she just didn’t have.
Johnny’d let himself get distracted by that line of thought, so he felt a little vulnerable himself when Felicia turned the conversational spotlight on him. He blinked, processing the question for a second. The initial, sort’ve selfish internal reaction was defensiveness, that he’d already gone to great lengths to try and explain the whole deal with the doombots. The Johnny of a couple years ago might have seized that shield and tried to use it, but today’s Torch opted to approach the question more honestly. ”We might be here all night if I went through the whole list,” he began, picking up his fork for a second before deciding to set it back down and keep his focus on the conversation. ”I think before, it was the thrill, and the attention that came after. I would tell myself that life’s too short to be boring. And.. that stuff’s all still there, but..”
Johnny looked down, a troubled frown forming on his face when he remembered the blade. ”I just want to make every moment count, you know? Help as many people as I can, while I can. When it’s all said and done, I want to be able to say that I lived the right kind of life.” for that last part, he managed to meet her eyes. These days Johnny felt more mortal than he ever had, and as someone that’d spent nearly his entire life feeling untouchable, it was hard to imagine anything more terrifying. He wasn’t sure how satisfying an answer that would be to Felicia, the framing of the question made him wonder if she had a different theory.
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Post by Super Chick on Sept 16, 2022 12:56:27 GMT -7
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Felicia watched Johnny's face flicker with microexpressions someone less trained in watching for such things might have missed., It was her job, however, to ensure that she could trust the people she worked with and learning tells and small expressions that hid private thoughts and emotions - especially of those she trusted most - was essential to her survival. Thus, she knew when his first emotion was frustration that she would ask him to explain himself again and she saw him reel it in almost immediately. Growth, she thought to herself, but let the silence remain between them until he determined to speak.
A small, appreciative smile for his honesty touched her lips as he first admitted they could be here all night if he really dug into it. Her focus on his face grew as he sat his utensil aside and came clean. Johnny admitted he was into the thrill of his heroism. It was a fact that she doubted anyone wouldn't have guessed eons ago. However, the frown that crossed his face as he continued to speak bothered her at a deeper level. He was being truly vulnerable with himself as much as he was with her at that moment of contemplation, and it was both exhilarating to have him do so and frightening. What did this mean for them as a couple? Felicia hardly knew but she was touched deeply by his openness.
Holding out her hand across the table, Felicia waited for him to receive the gesture. "Thank you for telling me that," she said sincerely. Her own eyes narrowed slightly in thought. "I think we're two peas in a pod, really. We're very much alike in that we want to avoid boredom and we pounce on every opportunity for a thrill." Her lips twitched into a smirk. "Nowhere is that more obvious than at home usually, but..." Her smile faded a little. "Perhaps that is a problem that I need to address. I have gotten bored because we're not as thrill-seeking at home since you were hurt. Perhaps I need to adjust my expectations in that area and learn that making this moment count is what's most important, even if it isn't the same kind of thrill."
Felicia gave Johnny's hand a slight squeeze. "I can learn to be more patient, but I need you to consider yourself more before you go running off to be a hero without backup in the future. Or, if you cannot consider yourself, then maybe consider me? I'd really rather not become a stray Cat again in the near future."
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Post by Slim on Dec 19, 2022 23:06:36 GMT -7
As far as the average person knew, Johnny Storm was an open book. The hero was active on social media, approachable in public, and had no issues sticking around to tell the nightly news about his team’s latest triumph after the conclusion of a particularly exciting battle. He’d been featured on 60 Minutes, Ellen, and even the Tonight Show, once(Sadly, it had been Leno). Johnny’s perceived transparency was part of his public appeal, The Human Torch was a guy that took risks with a smile and had nothing to hide. In private, however, there was a little more going on behind that shining smile. Maybe not a lot, granted, but still. Sadly, the number of people that knew the “real” Johnny could probably be counted on one hand, with room to spare.
Speaking of, Johnny extended his hand to meet hers, a little relieved at the gesture and a lot relieved at the accompanying response. The woman across from him was definitely on the list of those who knew the man behind the curtain, a fact that felt freeing every time he was reminded of it. “When you’re right, you’re right.” Johnny smiled softly, the unspoken notion there was that Felicia was right far more often than not. “I’ve got no shortage of enemies, but self-control has always been the hardest one to take down. For you though, I’ve got this. Pinky promise.” The hand in hers playfully shifted so that only their final fingers were intertwined. He knew deep down that ‘selflessness for the wrong reasons’ was just another brand of selfishness, and today Felicia had painted a pretty clear picture of what the outcome of that could be long term.
One thing that still didn’t quite sit right with the hothead though was the idea that his partner-in-crime had to give up the dream in favor of a little more patience. In truth, Johnny was feeling pretty good, even with today’s unplanned brawl. The device he’d..borrowed from Reed to help with the mending must’ve been up to the task, the nanites within taking the reigns and accelerating the natural healing process. He remembered his sister describing the process as ‘applying the world’s most expensive band-aid.’ He didn’t exactly know how many digits were in that price tag, and wasn’t sure he wanted to.
”While I probably shouldn’t be squaring off with Victor any time soon, I don’t think that means you have to learn to love boredom..” he said, briefly glancing in the direction of the Kingpin’s table, before looking back at Felicia. ”I bet the big man’s got a nice limo parked outside. Big, spacious, tinted windows..” he trailed off. Normally, he kept his adventurous spirit pointed at more active threats, but he knew enough about Fisk to know that the guy deserved pretty much everything coming to him. A little joyriding in one of his dozen luxury vehicles was far from the worst Felicia could do to him, if she wanted. ”If you think about it, we’d be doing a favor: at least it won’t smell like Octopus..”
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Post by Super Chick on Jan 11, 2023 19:10:34 GMT -7
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Johnny took a moment to really think about what Felicia had said and it actually surprised her a little bit. The Human Torch was not known for his thoughtful attitude but rather his impulsivity, which made his little solo excursion after the doombot something to be expected - but certainly not approved. So, his taking her admonition seriously meant a lot to the Cat and it meant even more when he agreed with her. "Thank you," she said linking her pinky with his. She held his gaze. "You know I'm going to hold you to this," she grinned. "There is nothing more permanent or sacred than a pinky swear."
In a strange turn of events, the Torch then expressed the idea of stealing Kingpin's car and taking it for a joy ride of a wholly different type than normally associated with the term. Felicia let her gaze slip back toward Gigantor for a second. The huge man was still gorging himself on his fifth course and Felicia saw him slurp a tentacle in his mouth. She shivered involuntarily at the grotesque sight. "That's an insult to octopi everywhere," she grimaced.
Her attention moved back to Johnny and Felicia allowed her thoughts to be absorbed in the prospect of what he was proposing even though she was going to decline this particular invitation. She took his hand in both of hers and leaned across the table to offer a seductive whisper that added a touch of humor at the end. "While I am thoroughly enticed by the thought of you being a very bad boy," the Cat licked her lips. "I don't think I can get very excited about the idea of being anywhere near that ogre's butt sweat." Her mouth turned into a dry, satirical grin and she squeezed his hands before releasing them because their waiter was approaching with their meals.
Felicia allowed them to be served, then picked up her utensils to begin cutting into her entree. Before she placed anything into her mouth, however, the vixen raised a brow at Johnny. "Hopefully the offer of you being very, very bad hasn't been completely removed from the table?"
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Post by Slim on Jan 28, 2023 16:38:40 GMT -7
And so a sacred pact was made. The Human Torch would look before he leapt.
It was no small promise! Acting without thinking had gotten him this far, and it was kind of his whole thing, you know? Sure, it was probably divine luck that it hadn’t snuffed his flames for good, but all this time he rationalized it that hesitation saved lives. But that line of thinking was pretty easy to pick apart: How many people could he save if he was dead? Ultimately though, that Blaze of Glory that he always assumed was coming seemed just a little less enticing when considering the alternative. The time spent with Felicia was a higher high than any death-defying stunt. Love’s a wild thing.
Then again, she did follow up that deep and meaningful moment with putting the concept of Wilson Fisk’s butt sweat into his head, and maybe doombots and cosmic beasts weren’t the real danger. It was like getting maced in the mind, and the way his face scrunched up in disgust probably conveyed that pretty well. The whiplash of her setting Johnny up with that passionate whisper only to hit him with the haymaker about what his limo seats were like was real. ”Oh god, I didn’t even think of-” The arrival of the server ended his sentence early, though he couldn’t truly manage to drop the horrified expression. He managed a quick thanks, and hoped the waiter didn’t think it was anything about the food or the service.
His hands glided across the table to rest over his own utensils, but he still needed the smoke to clear in his head a bit before he could commit to working on the meal. Did psychic damage leave scars? As he considered the possibility, his partner-in-no-crimes-tonight offered him a mental salve in the form of an enticing question. His disturbed look faded, and a smile broke through. ”Oh it’s still definitely on the table. Right here, dead center.” He reached forward and drew a big horizontal circle in the air over much of the table between them. He looked up from his imaginary circle, meeting her gaze with a look of piqued interest. ”With two ‘very’s, one might think you have something in mind, Hardy..”
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Post by Super Chick on Mar 19, 2023 14:24:42 GMT -7
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Felicia replied with a husky chuckle. "Oh, you know me. I'm always conspiring for a good time." And with that, Felicia slid a bite of food across her lips. She may have allowed her tongue to slip past those full lips for a split second to pull in her food just to provide an exclamation point to her confession.
Their dinner was most certainly not without its pleasures. Yes, it was frivolous and far more than either of them required for sustenance, but both of them could afford it and neither of them preferred life in squalor. She had experienced it to a degree when she was a youth and it was something to which she promised herself never to return. So the food and ambiance were mostly filled with decadence. The exception of course was the whale parked across the room taking up two chairs, but she could learn to ignore him and stare at Johnny instead. This was their time and she would choose not to entertain thoughts of burying her enemy while seducing her boyfriend. The two did not need to be mutually exclusive, per see, but Felicia's ideas of burying Fisk required more finesse than an AR-15 and ten hand grenades. Her plan for that would take planning and all she planned to do for the rest of tonight was hold Johnny's feet to the fire of his promises.
After she was halfway through her meal, Felicia asked about Sue. "So, I haven't seen your sister around for a while. Don't get me wrong, I don't miss her stares of conviction, but it is weird that she hasn't been around to cast judgment lately. Are she and Reed having problems or is she off on some super secret mission?"
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Post by Slim on Mar 24, 2023 0:21:49 GMT -7
”I like when you conspire.” His eyes remembered to meet Felicia’s after being drawn to her lips for that semi-subtle bite. His girlfriend certainly did not lack for curves, but she had sharp edges where she needed to. Her claws, her tongue, her mind.. all honed to a molecular edge. There was a simmering danger about her even in moments of peace, and there was no better kindling for Johnny Storm’s fire. Being her partner was exhilarating, unpredictable, and immensely satisfying.
Johnny joined her in taking a bit of time to focus on the food, trying to keep it classy with small bites and frequent napkin pats. His natural state was more of a ‘finger-food on Superbowl Sunday’ kind of guy, though his celebrity superhero lifestyle and dating history had given him enough experience to not embarrass himself in more sophisticated settings. When Felicia spoke up and brought up the topic of Sue, Johnny’s fork stopped just short of his mouth and he set it back down on the plate with the slow care of someone who was trying to find the right words.
”I.. don’t think it’s a mission,” he began, his denial of Felicia’s second option a pretty clear indicator that her first guess was probably right on the money. It didn’t feel great to talk about his sister’s personal life, but his relationship with Felicia was such that his family was basically hers too and Johnny had no interest in holding things back from her. The registration stuff wasn’t a great time for them, and I don’t know that they ever quite got back to where they were before that.” His explanation wasn’t rife with details, but partially that was because he didn’t have them. ”I told her she can talk to me about anything, but maybe she thinks that’s.. a lost cause, I don't know. I'm going to try and call her tomorrow.”
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