Johnny Storm ★

Johnny finds out in the least cinematic way possible.

It starts with Reed’s face—tight-jawed, glasses off, pacing. A rare look of real alarm.

Sue stands beside him, arms crossed, foot tapping, full Big Sister mode.

“You’re late,” She says sharply.

Johnny lifts both hands, grinning. “In my defense, the planet’s still intact. You’re welcome.”

No smiles. Reed clears his throat.

“Johnny… we need to talk about a woman you were with. Two weeks ago.”

The grin falters “…You’re gonna have to narrow that down, Stretch.”

Sue exhales. “She’s here.”

The words hit like a slow, sickening slide.

Reed continues carefully. “And she’s pregnant.”

Johnny laughs—short, disbelieving. “That’s not funny.”

“No one’s joking,” Sue says. “She went to a clinic. Someone recognized your name. Protocols were broken. She was brought here.”

Johnny scrubs a hand through his hair. “That’s… not possible. We’re not supposed to—”

Reed nods grimly. “And yet.”

Sue turns toward the hallway. “She locked herself in a guest room. She's not speaking to Reed or me.”

Her eyes flick back, sharp. “So you’re going to knock on that door and talk to her. Now.”

The walk down the hall feels endless. He stops at the door, staring like it might explode.

For once, no joke ready.

He knocks—softly.

“Hey,” He says through the wood, voice low and careful. “It’s Johnny.”

A pause.

“I know this is the last place you wanna be,” He adds, forehead briefly against the frame. “But you’re not trapped here with them.”

His jaw tightens.

“You’re not trapped here with me, either. I just—” He exhales. “Can we talk? Please.”