LMS AU: Johnny Storm seems to have found an interest in Emilee. Steve and Tony do not approve.

Notes: Noveau is Emilee's other half/her mental self, who is kinda like Hollow Ichigo, but Noveau doesn't influence Emilee's real behavior. Also, Peter lives with Wade(Deadpool) and Emilee is 17, with her fire powers already.

… I know. I should be working on other stuff, and I shouldn't be making AU stories that shove massive spoilers but hey! If I do more of these, then I can get back into my groove and start returning! :D Also, reviews would help GREATLY... /shameless begging for reviews here/

FIRE WITH FIRE

ONE

STEPPING ON SPARKS

An irritated sigh rushed from my lips as the Avengers alarm sounded, interrupting dinner. Again. For the third time that week. Not counting the time when the monster actually had the audacity to break into the Tower while I was still cooking.

"Daddy," I groaned, "Do you have to go? The city doesn't really need all of you, does it?"

Tony wiped his hands on a napkin and stood from the table. He dropped a kiss on the top of my head as he moved to a more convenient place to call the suit from his bracelets. "Sorry, Princess," he said, "But I can't guarantee that it's, like a three or four man job."

I turned the kicked puppy look to my father, catching his long sleeve. "Papa," I whined. "Please stay for once?"

"I'm so sorry, Emilee," Steve apologized, touching my hand and very gently prying my fingers off. "We have to go." Without another word to me, Steve jogged down the hallway, shouting 'Avengers, assemble!', as if the obnoxiously loud alarm couldn't be heard. It was more than enough.

"Uncle Clint?" I tried, glancing up at the vent in the ceiling.

"Sorry, kiddo," the archer's voice came. "Can't skip out today. Phil would pop a blood vessel or something. You can watch from the roof, or better yet, the top floor windows with binoculars."

The vent popped open, banging against the wall and a pair of binoculars dropped from it, dangling by a string. "Here, Em," Clint said. "A prototype of your dad's. SHIELD issued is shit."

"Thanks," I sighed, watching the lightweight metal drop onto the white linen. The alarm stopped and the vent panel slammed shut. Alone, again, with cold spaghetti and annoyance bubbling into anger.

"Fuck!" I shoved my chair back. It hit the floor firmly. Grabbing the linen tablecloth and giving it a hard yank, all the food, dishes, and silverware clattered to the floor. The table itself followed suit, the damn thing, being made of double reenforced steel, refusing to break in any way. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

I stared at the mess, sliding one hand to my hip and burying a hand in my hair. Turning to the floor to ceiling windows, I watched the battle against a purple jello monster. I sighed. I seemed to be doing that a lot since I moved to New York.

"The roof seems nice right about now."

I'd done this a few times before already - minus the binoculars, though. Ride up the service elevator. Punch – almost literally – the private code into the glowing, white pad. Go through hand and retina scans. Get onto roof. Take leather pack from a secret hiding place and strap gun holsters to hip, thigh, ankle, and shove a gun into a boot. Lean against the glass casually and watch another battle.

Routines for the Avenger-family-less times were sorted into a file and stored into a bin. I wasn't happy about it.

But today, it was a little different. As I gazed through the binoculars, I spotted something red flying a in the – rather comparatively near – distance. With a couple of adjustments, I confirmed it wasn't Tony, but something else. Red, orange, yellow. And it was coming closer.

"Oh, please tell me this isn't an ally of the jello."

The figure came closer and stepped onto the rail-less catwalk. The flames extinguished into a figure. I pushed off from extending ledge to my feet. Standing before me, in a blue spandex(Of course it'd be spandex, Noveau rolled her eyes) bodysuit with dark gray trim, was a handsome man.

He could be Pops's twin, I thought. The differences weren't too far. Short cropped dirty blonde hair, eyes just a couple shades darker than Steve's. The largest difference was the flirty smirk and the mischievous glint in those familiar yet oh so foreign eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked warily. I'd met Loki a few times, two times before he was even my 'Uncle', and even now I wasn't convinced that this wasn't an illusion. Or worse yet, a pawn.

"Johnny Storm," the man grinned. He stepped forward, and my hand flew to my hip instinctively. His mouth turned down into a playful pout. "Aw, that's disappointing. I'm just trying to be nice. Y'know, I thought that you'd want to meet the one and only Human Torch. I'd like to spend some time with a pretty girl." He took a few more steps until he was into my bubble, AKA a foot away from me.

I narrowed my eyes. My hands felt warm as they vibrated faster around the cold metal of the gun I pulled out. "Uh huh," I said disbelieving. I raised the gun and cocked it, pointing it at his abdomen and steadying it with my other hand. "I'd love to chat, really, but I'm compelled to shoot you either in the nuts or the shoulder, and I really doubt you'd enjoy either one."

Johnny's pout became more flirty, and I bit the inside of my cheek. Wow, this guy was attractive. "Aw, don't be like that," he chuckled. I stared at the hand extended to me."Can't we be civil here? I haven't wronged you, have I now?"

I frowned and lowered my gun, clicking the safety on and returning it to my hip holster. My gaze flicked from the hand to his now grinning face. I had barely raised my own hand before it was enveloped by a warm grip. I stared down at the gloved hand with my head tilted to the side.

"No," I said slowly, "But I do have the feeling you're a playboy."

Johnny made a mock-offended noise and put his other hand over his heart. "Ouch," he said. "That kinda hurt."

I rolled my eyes. "What'll it take for you to just leave me alone already?"

He tapped his cheek. "One right here."

"Okay fi – WO – Mmph!"

Instead of letting me give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, Johnny Storm used the grip on my hand to tug me forward and give me what Noveau would call a 'proper kiss', complete with nipping and sucking.

Johnny's lips moved against mine, his hand letting go and snaking around my waist and pull me closer. I gasped, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Blood rushed to my cheeks, heating them as I could feel our bodies vibrate at the same level. I doubted that Johnny could feel it.

A throat cleared behind us and Storm very slowly removed myself from my person, a bright blush dominating my dazed expression. Storm looked rather satisfied and smug with himself.

Dad walked down the catwalk, mechanical arms removing his Iron Man armor. Pops was following right behind him with a scowl etched onto his features, cowl thrown back and gripping his shield tight enough that it looked like he'd like to tear Storm's head off with it.

"Storm," Tony grit out, "What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?"

"Oh, this is your daughter, Stark?" Storm smirked, raising a brow. "Never thought it was possible." He nodded in greeting to Steve. "Hey, Cap, sure missed your bright, smiling face."

Pops nodded back stiffly but said nothing.

"Well, I'd better get going," Storm chirped. "Sue should be waiting for me."

"You're not going anywhere," I murmured, still dazed. "You're staying right here in the Tower's conference room because the rest of you are probably going to show up sometime soon and you all are going to debrief and if you even think about skipping out all dandy and on fire I will track you down and have my scientist experiment the spunk out of you."

Storm leaned in close, his breath ghosting over my lips again. "Oh, the spunk out of me?"

"Step away from our daughter, Matchstick," Dad ordered. "Or I'm calling Natasha."

Storm obediently stepped away. Now with my thoughts gathered, I registered the presence of Steve behind me. A red-gloved hand gripped my shoulder firmly.

I sighed. "I suppose this wouldn't be the best time to tell you I didn't clean up the mess consisting of spaghetti, breadsticks, dishes, and silverware."

The three men turned their full attention on me, my fathers with unreadable expressions, and Storm with an amused smile.

I rolled my eyes to the starless sky. "You know, maybe we should all get the fuck inside so I can just made more food for everyone."

"..."

"I swear, this isn't what it looks like."

"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like."

"This is a Loki illusion."

"Uncle Clint, not even. I will kick your birdy ass."

"I swear we weren't trying to."

The kitchen was a mess. Half cooked pasta was strewn around the chrome, granite, and plexiglass, marinara sauce splattered the walls. I raised a brow and gestured. "Then what...?"

Natasha, the cleanest of them all(aside from a couple jelly blobs), sauntered in. "They didn't think that they'd have to feed eight normal mouths and three people who eat like a camel that hasn't seen water in a week drinks."

I shook my head. "Fair enough. Just don't make too much of a mess, I beg you."

Two Hours Later

"Well, this is nice."

I glared at Johnny from my perch in a nook Clint allowed me to have near the ceiling. "Extinguish your flames, Ember."

Clint snorted and shoved another bite of pasta into his mouth. He was sitting in a bigger vent opening, legs dangling.

After the debrief, the rest of the Fantastic Four(whee, more supers) went to wherever the hell they go, Natasha retreated to her room and Bruce went down to his lab. However, Storm decided to stay, Thor thought it'd be 'fun' to join in, and Clint was just there for the rest of the food.

Dad and Pops however... Weren't even eating. They were boring death-glare holes into Storm's apparently oblivious head.

I tossed my plate like a Frisbee down to Pops, who caught it without looking, and dropped down to the floor, scrabbling at the tiny hand- and foot-holds in the wall. "I'm going to my room."

Immediately, Storm stood, offering a charming smile. "I'll come with you."

Despite my parents' concrete 'NO', Storm refused to waver. I frowned. "Alright, fine, whatever, you child," I said. The Human Torch's eyes lit up(in a completely non-literal sense) and he found his way to my side with an arm around my shoulders – not my waist; I was too short - so fast it was like a magnet. "But try any funny business and your 'equipment' is as good as gone. Auntie Natasha taught me well."

As we started up the stairs, Thor boomed, "MAY YOUR EFFORTS BE FRUITFUL!" which totally didn't help the situation at all.

My bedroom was a quieter escape, and I was so done with the whole ordeal that I didn't even care anymore that Johnny made himself at home on top of my sheets. I lay down beside him, with my back to him and head half-pillowed by my real pillow and his arm.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before Johnny began to prod at my side. "Hey... Hey, kid."

"It's Emilee, Storm."

Johnny chuckled behind me. "Emilee Storm, huh? The reaction from Cap and Iron Man would be something to die for, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, do shut up. What do you want, since you're obviously not going to leave?"

"Can we cuddle?" Storm asked. Nope. No hesitance toward the girl he just met a few hours before and didn't know a thing of.

My fingers twitched individually; a way of my brain calming my body down. Not that it really needed it aside from fighting the urge to spontaneously light. I didn't really have bounds for hugging and cuddling, as long as it didn't extent to kissing(HAH.) and sex and the person was attractive(I know, totally not materialistic of me, right?).

"Sure, why not?" I sighed, eyes still closed. "It's not like you haven't kissed me already."

Storm shifted onto his side, pressing up against me and nuzzling into my neck. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "It wasn't your first, was it?"

I leaned into his hold, flowing with the drowsy warmth of his body and the slow tangle of his fingers into mine. "Nope. It isn't normal, though, to kiss supposedly pretty girls on what is basically a whim."

"Mm. Never stopped me."

"And that's gotten you where? Without a girlfriend?" I snorted. "Go to sleep, Storm."

"Don't you wanna see more of what's under this suit?" he purred. "See how far you get before you get hot under the collar?" Storm nudged one of his legs between mine and I yawned.

"I was the unofficial medic of the Avengers for about three years," I informed him. "I've seen it all."

Storm laughed softly and tightened his hold around my waist, tracing abstract patterns on my long-sleeved shirt. "Oh, but you've never seen mine."

I just shrink into his warm embrace. "Just go to sleep Storm."

We're no more than strangers in a bed, and I find that I really don't care. Johnny Storm's flirtatious attitude and easy smile may just fill a hole in my heart that I didn't have the courage to fill.

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