You want to figure out why Johnny Storm and Steve Rogers look so much alike
Johnny X Reader
A/N: A stupid plot that popped into my head. I know I said I would post the stucky x reader but I’m experiencing readers block so you’ll have to deal with this one instead.
“Holy fucking shit,” is the first thing out of your mouth when you first spot him standing next to the bar sporting a drink in his hands.
The next thing is, “You need to come home with me right now immediately.”
The guy turns to you clearly amused and looks you up and down. He gives you a toothy smile and tilts his head to the side before holding his hands out, “Well how can I say no to a gorgeous girl like you?”
He winks at you but you ignore it, opting to grab his hand and practically sprint out of the bar, “Whoa what’s the hurry sweetheart? We’ve got all night. I don’t even know your name.”
You roll your eyes and open your car door, practically shoving him inside, “Y/N.”
You jump into the drivers seat and peel out of the parking lot as he leans forward and grins, “I’m Johnny Storm. You’ll be needing to know that later when I make you scream my name.”
By the time you get to the compound you almost regret dragging him with you as he can’t keep his hands off of you. But the mystery is too deep and you can feel the excitement thrum in your stomach.
You park the car and get out but before you can get around the car, Johnny pinned you to the hood and is pressing his lips against the underside of your jaw.
You almost forget why you came here when he slips a hand down your pants and rubs against the bundle of sensitive nerves.
And holy shit he’s good.
Your head swims as he nips at your chest, flicking his fingers and you have to struggle to remember your mission.
“Wait- Holy fuck do that again- no wait shit hold on,” he looks a little put out when you push him away from you.
“In-inside,” you gesture to the door and he grins.
“Good idea sweetheart,” and follows you inside with a smack to your ass.
Your face turns bright red as you attempt to smooth down your hair and adjust your clothes.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Where’s Cap,” you ask. The AI tells you he’s in the communal room with the rest of the members.
You pick up speed, the excitement returning to you and he follows behind bemusement and confusion on his face.
Steve is playing pool with Sam and Rhodes when he hears you calling out to him. He looks up in time to see you turn the corner and a man who takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your body and lean down to your ear and bites the lobe. Eyebrows are raise on practically everyone’s faces.
You swat him away, face flushed a deep red, motioning for Steve to come here. He’s sets down the pool stick and walks over.
“W-Wait Johnny- stop for a second and stand up,” you said as he groaned in protest and straightened up common face to face with Steve.
Now that his face is in full view the rest of the team falls absolutely silent before it’s broken by Bucky’s soft exclamation of “what the fuck?”
“That’s exactly what I said when I saw him,” you said gesturing to Johnny, “The resemblance is uncanny. The two of them are practically identical.”
“Are you related to the Rogers,” Steve asks.
Johnny shrugs his shoulder, “No clue.”
“Well you two have to be related somehow. People don’t just look they much alike without some familial DNA,” Bruce says.
“Nah they’re just played by the same actor. Chris Evans, America’s sweetheart,” Wade says lounging on the countertop shoveling chips into his mouth. “The things I would do to that man.”
“Wade what are you even doing here,” you turn to him confused.
“Plot convenience,” he shrugs his shoulders.
You shake your head, opting to ignore him instead knowing that any conversation with him is bound to take 5 times longer than it should normally take.
You turn back to the two eerily similar men in time to see Tony and Bruce collecting swab samples and loading them up into the computer to run a DNA analysis..
You manage to push your way through the crowd of people to the front in time to see the computers ding there’s a match.
Johnny and Steve are related by 2% by great great great (many great) grandparents.
“Well congrats on your apparent superior genetics guys,” you slap both of them on the backs feeling a sense of smugness over solving the mystery.
“How does that even work with the super Soldier serum tho cause Stevie definitely did not look like this before it,” Bucky asks.
Before anyone can answer, Wade sing songs, “Plot convenience.”
Natasha pushes him off the counter.
“Listen,” Johnny begins, “This is all fascinating, truly. But nerdy stuff like this is for my sister and her husband.”
He turns and faces you, grabbing your face into his hands and crashes his lips to yours. You feel your head swim and your knees weaken and suddenly you’re wondering if he can do that to your mouth, how good will he be between your-
He breaks apart the kiss and you have to physically pry open your eyes and calm your heart which is hammering against your chest loudly.
“Give me a call if you ever want to finish what we started on the hood of your car. Just let me know sweetheart and I’ll come running,” he gives you a lopsided grin, slips a piece of paper into your back pocket, and squeezes your ass before he walks out.
The team is quiet, looking at you as you stare off into space attempting to recollect your thoughts before Clint blurts out, “Wait what happened on the hood of your car?”
Heat crawls across your face as you shout, “Nothing! Nothing happened!”
Somehow you don’t think they believe you.