Disclaimer: I only own the woman, Andy, Phil and the mystery person.
Author's note: Yeah I know it's short but what can I say? I've been racking my brains on the scene when Johnny goes back to the Baxter but it's not good enough yet. So I decided to work on the plot instead of relationships. So you will find out more about Violet next chapter people!
Reed stretched his neck to see over the boxes he was carrying. One moment he had been talking to fans with Ben, the next Ben had legged it down the street saying he had seen someone. He stretched his finger to try and press the elevator button. His finger missed its target. It took several tries to finally hit it. Where's Jimmy when you need him? The doorman Jimmy was still in hospital recovering from several broken bones after being attacked by Victor von Doom. The elevator slid open with a loud DING. Reed allowed his neck to return to its normal length before walking into what he hoped was the elevator. He waited patiently for the lift to take him up but nothing happened. Reed rolled his eyes when he heard the elevator groan before it let out another ding. Reed didn't need to look to know what it meant. He sighed and walked out the elevator. He put the boxes down in the corner of the lobby and reached into his pockets. They only contained his wallet. Great. The one time when I actually want my cell phone, I leave it behind.
Johnny shuffled through the crowded streets with his head down and his hands stuffed firmly in his pockets. He didn't normally put the hood of his jumpers up but today was one of the days when he just didn't want to be recognised. Violet was back. That was actually a good thing; Johnny liked Violet. Yes, she had violent outbursts and could really hold a grudge but she was nice. Violet always knew what to say and could make him laugh. She could a real free spirit when she wanted to. So why the hell am I walking down the street like a lonely prick? Johnny stopped walking and looked up for the first time. He was standing at the edge of central park, which was unusually quiet. Johnny was about to turn around and go back home when he heard a shrill scream break the uneasy silence. His superhero senses kicked in and Johnny ran into the park to investigate. The peace was seriously unnerving Johnny. The park was usually full of people, whether they were just passing by, enjoying the scenery or playing around. It wasn't hard to find the source of the commotion. A woman was curled up on the floor crying loudly, no one else was around.
"Are you okay ma'am?" Johnny asked the crying woman.
"They took her," she sobbed. "They took my baby,"
"They? Whose they?"
"I don't know," she sobbed.
"She was just about to graduate," the woman moaned.
"Huh?"
"She was going to be a doctor. My poor baby," Johnny frowned.
"Freeze!" A voice interrupted the woman's sobs.
"Huh?" Johnny stood up and turned around.
"I said Freeze!" Johnny stopped mid turn.
"Guys it's cool-," Johnny made a move to take off his hood.
"We said freeze!" The policeman sounded nervous.
"Now…uh. Back away from the woman," the other policeman said, trying hard to seem brave. "Now turn around slowly," he added after conferring with his partner for a few seconds. Johnny turned around.
"Oh my god. It's the human torch! … Andy look! The Human Torch!" The first policemen dropped his gun and ran over.
"Phil! Get back here. We're supposed to be professional!" The other demanded.
"Ohmygodi'myourbiggestfanican'tbelievei'vemetyou!" Phil said in a rush. "C….c…can I have your autograph?" He added when he came to his senses. Johnny was confused but nodded politely. Phil whipped out a notebook and handed Johnny a pen. Johnny wrote a quick message and turned his attention to Andy.
"This woman is reporting a kidnapping. It would be a good idea to take her down to the station."
"Thank you Mr Storm." Andy smiled and watched Johnny walk off and back to the Baxter building.
Andy grinned at the woman and Phil. He pulled out his cell phone; he dialled a number while Andy helped the woman up.
"We got him," Andy said.
"Good." The reply was short and emotionless. "He'll be pleased. How was Phil?"
"It didn't work. He's still himself."
"Did he suspect anything?"
"Nothing."
"Fantastic…that's just fantastic."