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[There's a pause before Johnny's face appears on the screen, bent over to press the buttons. Once he confirms that the screen is on, he straightens and makes sure he's in frame, wearing very basic clothes.]

Aw, Reed. You shouldn't have! It's a little small, but I admit, I like what you've done with the place.

[He waits a beat, as if Reed might actually respond.]

There are two obvious possibilities for why I'm here. One, the Emperor is a crazed fan who abducted me to find out if The Torch is really as hot as they say he is – I am, by the way – or, two, I'm actually dead, they're lying to me, and I have a motorcycle and a pile of women waiting for me somewhere.

[A split-second pause.] I'll tell you what. If it's the first option? You can come find me. If it's the second, let me know and I'll come find you. Until then? This Fire Sector is like home, sweet home.

Johnny out.

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I think you need to.. Hey, what's your name anyway?

If I tell you my name are you going to take that as consent to 'talk about it'?

No, it'll just help me make my point when I tell you why you should.

[There's absolutely no danger of Bruce actually listening to his point. If Tony Stark in all his persistence hasn't convinced him to talk about it yet, Johnny Storm has no chance.

So okay, why not.] It's Bruce Banner.

I don't think you know enough about me to have any kind of point.

[Johnny types in an encryption he picked up from his time in NASA. Once secured, his whole demeanor shifts to something far more sincere and less arrogant.]

Well, Bruce, I don't know much about you, but I know a lot about a guy like you who doesn't like talking about it either. The thing is, if you don't want to be a villain and it's just a matter of control, then that's something we can work on.

Trust me, I can take whatever you can dish out in the meantime. I'd appreciate if you could tell me about it beforehand, so that I know what I'm dealing with, but I'm not going to force you to talk about it. As long as you realize that not talking about it is exactly how you become the villain, accidentally or intentionally.

[Bruce ups the encryption as much as he can automatically, as much as he doesn't want to have this conversation. That's no reason not to private it as much as he can.

And congrats, but you're actually annoying him, which is tough to accomplish. On Bruce the annoyance looks like anyone else's mild irritation, but it's significant; his words sharpen and he makes direct eye contact, unflinching.]

I don't think you understand. No, I know you don't understand. I have a condition. A power. A monster that lives inside of me. I'm not a villain because I've made it so that I'm not one.

My entire life is about control. The things I've given up-- [He stops, can't bring himself to admit this to a total stranger. Exhales, trying to release the pent up aggravation. Let it go.

And he does. He relaxes, calms, becoming level again just like that. It's all battened down. The difference is swift and stark.] Whatever you think you can do, that you can work on? You can't. I appreciate the offer. If I lose it and you stop me, I'll personally thank you afterwards.

But that's all we're doing.

[Johnny watches and he listens and he notices the changes. His expression doesn't change throughout as he considers what Bruce is saying.]

Got it. [A beat.] So how do we make sure it doesn't get out?

[Him just levelly accepting it actually gets him some respect from Bruce, who is the king of levelly accepting things. The question is still exasperating, more of what was hitting his buttons earlier, but Johnny's lack of reaction means he answers it with dryness instead of snapping again.]

You don't make me angry. I don't let myself get angry. Or hurt. Or anything else.

You just work on that first part.

Yeeeah, that's not really my strong point. Maybe we could try something else.

What is it that sets you off? I don't mean anger. I mean what chemical is it? Maybe we can find a way to suppress it.

That's pretty much it, [he says, deadpan.]

I have a lot of experience with biochemistry, and chemical suppressors haven't... There was one, but I can't recover it or replicate it. I've given up on that aspect of it. [And that had taken a lot for him to do.] Trust me, if you can think of it, I've tried it.

You can't help me. [Bruce appreciates that he's trying to do the right thing, he really does, but he needs to get that out there. Having his every failure to find a cure thrown in his face, unintentionally or not, is not fun for him.]

Why can't you recreate it?

[Don't worry, Bruce. He has selective listening.]

[He can get more blunt. Like this.]

The man that made it was killed, or maybe hauled away into a government hole. Because of me.

[What's that, New Reed? Timmy fell down the well?]

Then we find someone else who can make it. Or we figure out a way for you to make it yourself.

[He'll leave that boring science stuff to you.]

[He doesn't want to be New Reed. :( That implies having to deal with this on a regular basis.]

No, listen, that doesn't-- I don't even know if that compound could do more than suppress a specific flare up. Testing it alone would probably get people killed.

[He actually brings one hand up to his head in pain.] Just leave it. There's other people you can actually hero here. I'm not someone to save.

[He's really, really not.]

We don't have to test it. We can hope it works until you have an incident and then see if it helped any.

I'm not trying to save you, Bruce. If what you say is true, I'm trying to save them.

[He's about to open his mouth to protest again, and more strongly this time. He can't help but feel that Johnny's insistence is arrogant, assuming that Bruce doesn't know his condition inside and out, that anything that would've worked he'd already be doing.

But then he says the one thing that Bruce is always trying to convince other people of.] I-- I know. [Suddenly he looks exhausted. His hand comes down, and he leans back in his seat.] That's what I'm trying to do. That's what I've always tried to do. No matter what it took.

So, just. Please. Believe me that I'm incurable. It's hard enough for me to believe myself. Right now, I'm trying to focus on... on learning how to coexist with him. Him, not it.

I don't expect to cure you. I want you to learn to control it no matter what. If you can't do that, well..

[A short pause, an implied philosophical and ethical dilemma that ends in an implied threat.]

There has to be some way to expedite the process or to help you along.

[If Bruce were the rolling eyes type, he'd be rolling his eyes. His huff of breath might imply that.] It doesn't matter if I can't. The other guy is unstoppable. I dropped four thousand feet from a helicopter and he didn't have a scratch. He's been in more explosions than--

You can't hurt him, not for long. I'd be a lot easier to contain if that weren't true. [He'd also have taken care of it himself a long time ago, put another bullet in his brain, but he doesn't say that.]

As for the process, it's... it's personal. I just met you. [All of Bruce's possible methods for resolving this involved some sort of psychoanalysis, or soul baring, or self-examination. He barely even lets the people he does trust in on that.]

[Johnny considers this. He follows Bruce's train of thought on the suicide, because it's about exactly where his mind went. Normally, there would still be the option of sending him away somewhere, but right now.. Well, this is Reed's strong suit, not his.]

Maybe we need to make it impersonal. Maybe that's the problem.

[He's just guessing now.]

[Bruce sent himself away, more or less. Even that hadn't worked.]

It's a big problem, but I don't know how to make it impersonal. I can't talk to him, it's not like-- like we have a phone line. [Sometimes he gets flashes of memory, but they're more horrific than helpful.]

And he's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. There's maybe a five year old's level of cognition there. It's like he's never heard of direct objects.

Then maybe that's exactly what you need. I can talk to him for you.

What? No.

What are you going to say?

Whatever you tell me to. We could even try recording a message for it if you think it would help.

[Congrats, you got Bruce to literally facepalm. He speaks through his hand on his face, the sound muffled.]

He's not going to listen to me. He hates me. I hate him.

[The hand comes down.] I'm not sure he'd even stand still long enough to talk to. He'd probably take one look at you and go, puny bug.

Oh-kay. Then I'll tell him myself.

Hey, you don't know anything about me. Even if I can't hurt him, I can distract him and stay out of range long enough to have a chat. We just need to find a place where he can't get away from me..

What about the jail? Do they have some super prison here?

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