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temporary pinned ─── 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗵 / an independent && headcanon portrayal of 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺 from the fantastic four: first steps. wired from the retro futuristic of 60s earth by yours truly, a̶s̶y̶a̶* ㅤㅤㅤ ɹoɔ ̶a̶̶d c͟or
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“h-hey— hey, hey, woah!” johnny runs after him.
“probably a fake baxter building, man. i can't help ya. other than that thingy, we're going crazy because of the...” johnny's definitely making an excuse.
he doesn't trust him and now he's making a scene!
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"I was litterally cured in the Baxter building few weeks ago.... "
He cocked a brow in light disbelief.
"I have no time to deal with your foolishness."
He flew himself in direction of the Baxter Building, not caring what Human Torch said.
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johnny stopped him abruptly.
“oh no no no.” ✋🏻*
he's shaking his head.
“i don't know you a whole lot yet so no. you cannot enter the baxter building. i'm not giving you permission.”
johnny crossed his arms.
“surely there's other building we can trespass for that?”
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" You have a genius-level engineer in front of you. If I can have access to the Baxter Building I can probably customize something to create a repolarizing beam and shoot this vortex down by coupling that technology with my powers."
He huffed in pride.
"Lead the way, boy."
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because it is. for him at least, since he went a bit all out with his apprehensions. totally not their fault...
“so what you say? can we restart these... whole thing?” johnny mumbled in an awkward grimace 👉🏻👈🏻*
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okay— johnny's totally at zero. at the bottom. in hellhole?
he can admit to himself that it is probably his fault. probably as the keyword but in johnny's defense... the other is too... mysterious.
it's making johnny paranoid. a mess.
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the very same passerby, now joined by a few curious others, exchanged glances of mutual agreement. reid pressed his lips together in a silent plea, wordlessly urging for them to disperse and avert any further escalation—a request they obliged to as they melt away into the night.
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johnny leaned then, “does a mess like me allowed to know yours?” he asked, tone steady and his voice was laced with earnest request.
“and to be fair, i think i can answer now the question that has been hanging between us,” he reassured. as if everything was frail.
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