Peter stared at the tree. “I don’t want to come up there. But I will if I have to.” He leaned in. “I am warning you. I will come up there.”
The tree did not respond. Peter wondered if he really wanted to go up there. Again.
The flicker of light, in the corner of his eye, caught his attention a split second before it coalesced into a burst of heat, and then the Human Torch was hovering in the air, just above Peter’s head. “Hey, Webhead. Whatcha doing in the park in the middle of the night?”
“Meditating,” Peter told him. “And I need serenity and solitude to do it right. So you should go now.”
Laughing, Johnny Storm landed, his flames dissipating in a heartbeat. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Go away.”
Johnny looked around. “No. Seriously. What are you doing here?”
“Shoo. Flame on, or whatever it is you do, go.” Peter made a shooing motion with his hands, flipping his fingers in Johnny’s direction. “Away with you. Off you go. So long, farewell, auf widersehen, good-night!” he sang.
“Is there a crime happening that I can’t see?” Johnny held up a hand, flames swirling around his wrist and up his fingers. “I figured there was crime. But no. It’s just you. Talking to a tree.”
“I’m communing with nature,” Peter said. “Need a private moment with the tree.”
“Buddy, if you’re looking for privacy, you shouldn’t wear that outfit. Kinda loud.”