NAME: Thomas Raymond
AGE: Twenty-eight
FACECLAIM: Casey Deidrick
ALIAS: The Human Torch, Toro, Tom (by Bucky only)
POWERS/SKILLS: Pyrokinesis, plasma form, nova flame, fire manipulation, flight, thermokinesis, immunity to fire, immunity to heat, superhuman durability, cold resistance, master marksman, master of stealth, expert tactician, master acrobat, knife proficiency, and an expert in hand-to-hand combat.
 ⳠCHEMICAL TRANSFORMATION: he has the ability to subconsciously create chemical and elemental transformations in his body and the air next to him. he uses this to duplicate the ability to engulf himself in flames. when aflame heâs enveloped by a low-intensity flame thatâs around 780° fahrenheit. thomas can however generate heat and flame of temperatures ranging over 2500° fahrenheit. he can also create shapes out of fire and theyâll burn for three minutes unless he infuses them with more energy. like his mentor, he can telekinetically control flame objects and also flames that werenât created by him.  when flying he can travel at speeds up to 150 miles per hour. most bullets will be immediately vaporized if thomas is aflame.
ALLIANCE: The Inhumans, Invaders
  ⳠHis Inhuman gene was activated after reacting to synthetic replicas of human cells called Horton cells in the 1920âs. These cells were made using plastic and carbon polymers. His adoptive father is an android who was created with them. When Thomas came into contact with him for the first time as a little boy, his physiology became exposed to the Horton cells and his Inhuman powers finally manifested.
THREAT LEVEL (OUT OF TEN): Eight
HISTORY FILE (LINK WIKI): Dossier
NOTABLE CHANGES FROM 2012 TO THE TIMELINE THEY WERE PULLED FROM: My main change is that Thomas was an adult when fighting in the war. He was old enough to enlist in Rewritten. I donât like that the comics made Thomas a literal child fighting the war so this is an important change! He was born in the year 1916 and died in 1944. His wife gave his best friend his dog tags because thatâs what Thomas would have wanted. Jim still adopted him but it was back in 1923 and he became his sidekick shortly after!
LAST MEMORY BEFORE ENDING UP IN NYC, 2012: 1943. Sneaking off to have a beer with Bucky on one of the more quiet nights. He remembers saying this was to make up for not being able to properly celebrate his birthday. He was a soldier for the United States Army and got pulled right out of World War II to 2012.
@rewrittenintro
questionnaire â
How are you feeling? Physically and mentally.
âIâm feeling just about every emotion you can think of but all at once. I donât really understand this world. Iâm trying. Itâs hard when a week ago it was 1943 and we were in the middle of fighting a war. I remember having a beer with Bucks the night before. We asked some of the other guys to come along but it ended up being just the two of us exchanging some laughs. I went to bed and woke up sixty-nine years later only to discover that I died in that war. This all might as well be a new world for someone like me. Physically? Iâm fine but mentally Iâm struggling while trying to cope with how overwhelmed everything is. I donât even now where to begin.â
Where are you living? The same place you lived in 2012, or displaced to a random apartment? Explain to the best of your ability.
âIâll admit finding somewhere to live wasnât my first priority but I recently settled into a small apartment somewhere in Brooklyn. It turns out Tony Stark established a fund for those like me who donât have any means of finding housing. Iâm grateful. I would have been okay with sleeping in the streets since Iâve slept in worse places during World War Two. Iâll admit that I havenât gotten used to having a real bed yet. I keep finding myself on the floor with my pillow.â
What do YOU think we should do about the situation at hand? Try to go back home? The original mission of stopping Thanos? Rewrite the entire story?
âDo I really want to go back home? I know itâs selfish wanting to stay but if I go back to my own time period then Iâm going to die in a year. Would it really hurt to change this one little thing? I donât know who Thanos is but Iâm not afraid of people like that.â
What will you DO about the situation at hand?
âI think it would be wise to try finding where I belong here in this world before I decide to do anything drastic. The Inhumans have accepted me which is a start. However, if something does need me then Iâll show up. Iâm not the type of person who will run away from a fight.â
Is there anything that you think needs to be done?
âThere have been so many advancements that came after my time. I think itâs only appropriate to start learning about them first. Everything is so new and unlike what I already know. Iâm a man out of time but this is my home now and I want to understand it.â
If need be, would you be willing to team up with the government and SHIELD to recoup and help the situation at hand?
âMy best friend told me that we donât want to work with them. There isnât anything I trust more than his word. Especially since he knows this world far better than me. I just want to help fight for whatâs right.â
What are your worries?
âI grew up in the circus but they exploited me after discovering what Iâm able to do. They made me a sideshow act. I guess Iâm just worried about it happening again.â
What do you think are the pros about this situation?
âIâm alive! Iâve been given more time and Iâm not going to waste it.â
Anything else?
âDoes anyone know if my dad still around? Heâs an android so I donât know how aging affects him but I would really like to reunite. Jim Hammond? If anyone has seen him please let me know. Itâs important to me. He adopted me as his own and became fiercely protective of me. Iâm just sorry that pappy buried me when I was so young. I canât imagine . . .â
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Itâs unexpected finding someone here that understands what itâs like to be displaced and having fought in the war. Thomas wishes that there had been a way to live long enough to at least see what happened after they won. All he can look back on now is old photographs and memorials. He still wants to see it, wants to see what happened in the years that followed. He wonât live long enough to have that moment of coming home so Toro doesnât worry about spoiling anything for himself. These nerves are a raging fire deep in his chest, refusing to extinguish. However the other having a similar experience makes him feel like for once this could be normal. âNever alone. Iâm glad that Iâm not alone either . . . Â thought that I was the only one.â Toro smiles at the dog tags when theyâre held up. âI sort of . . . Â lost mine. I gave them to my best friend to hold onto the night before I got pulled here. Iâve only been in the future a few weeks . . . Â weird not being in â43 anymore.â He always made Bucky hold his dog tags so they wouldnât melt when he played around with his fire. His hand shakes hers firmly, smiling back. âMaybe we can exchange stories sometime, Zinda.â Someone that has seen war firsthand and Thomas knows something about flight in battle considering the nature of his abilities. He glances at the front door and then takes a step forward to go inside. âShall we?â
â the one & only. â she smiles slightly, though god, 1943 ? heâs so young. she has almost a decade on him now, & thatâs a strange feeling, when she used to be the youngest of their little group. â this must have been quite the surprise. iâm from â56. â & well on her way to outliving all of them, it had seemed at the time. only namor was left. they werenât exactly meeting up for tea, though. sheâs never been the most affectionate type ( she canât quite remember if that had always been true, or if she beat it out of herself trying to win a little more workplace respect ) , but she hugs him warmly back. â good. iâm glad youâre here. â she looks slightly surprised by toroâs question, but itâs a fair one, & really â she might be the best secret keeper affiliated with the team, but this isnât one she expected to have to keep, & doesnât he have the right to know ? â iâm not surprised they wonât tell you. after the service, when nearly everyone had left ⌠jim & namor got into a fight. a physical one, that is. jim had been about a heartbeat away from burning the place down from the beginning, it didnât look hard for namor to goad him into punching him instead. it was a hell of a thing to watch. â no one had been stupid enough to try to pull them apart. most of the time no one could even think about it, because they were mid air or too fast to track. peggy, personally, had called them idiots, wrapped a comforting arm around ann, & lit a cigarette for the first time in years, but she doesnât mention that.
Thereâs no amount of words that could truly describe the culture shock Thomas felt after waking up in a completely different decade. Heâs almost disappointed by the lack of flying vehicles and everything else that Howard Stark once promised. Maybe he just got too invested in reading comic books growing up. It was so easy getting lost in the stories . . . it didnât matter whether they were about himself or someone else. He enjoyed getting lost in the pages even if thatâs something his father never quite understood. He had far too many boxes of them in his room, stacks collected in their travels. âItâs a shame that Iâll never see it.â The words coming off his tongue feel almost too real. There was so much that Toro will never get to do . . . Â no chance at pursuing art or seeing where his crimefighting career would take him after the war. âThis is all shocking . . . itâs not the New York I left behind but itâs still home. Iâm glad that Iâm here too.â He wishes that tragedy didnât plague his friends . . . they deserved a happy ending. It seems they were all doomed not to get one. Maybe this could be their chance? Only time will truly tell. âThey fought?â Toro is worried about his father, always knowing how easily angered he would get when his well-being was in question for any reason. He has seen his threats toward others while suffering from any number of injuries. All fire and rage to protect his boy. It would make sense for Jim to be a heartbeat away from burning the place down, right? Thomas canât quite imagine what that must have felt like . . . losing him. He wishes that he could have lived purely to save his father from going through all of those emotions. âPappy has always been like that whenever I got hurt, you know? â Which means that he isnât really surprised by what happened at his funeral but at the same time some worry begins to settle in his chest. It might have been a long time ago for everyone but it still feels fresh. âI never liked the idea of them fighting each other. Did Namor instigate the fight on purpose? I donât understand why he would do that . . .â Maybe it was just their grief needing an outlet that only they understood but Thomas just views them both as parental figures and wishes that theyâd never ever fight again.Â
peggy lowers her sunglasses as she looks up at the man flying a few feet above the ground, eyebrows raised. â toro ? â that â simply put, that should be impossible. she remembers his funeral well. it had been an eventful one, what with the human torch submariner rematch out of hell. she supposes, though, that she canât talk about impossibilities. sheâs far, far from her home. sheâll have to get used to it. she canât let anything faze her, canât afford to. â youâre looking well, for a dead man. â the words are lightly teasing, fond. generally speaking, this should make her more concerned about the widespread impact of this time traveling, but â she canât exactly bring herself to be upset about this. itâs good to see him.
Thereâs a feeling of surprise in seeing another familiar face. He would have thought everyone he knew back in the forties were long gone. Anyone that went to his funeral should be old and making the most out their last couple of years if they havenât left this life yet. He finds comfort in seeing Peggy down below him on the ground, flames flickering with the wind while Toro is descending down to the pavement. The flames slowly disappear off of his skin and the happiest of expressions can be seen on his face. âPeggy?â She will always be considered as one of the Invaders in his eyes. âI last remember it being 1943. Imagine that?â Long gone are the days of longing to see the latest movie being played in the cinema, burning holes in another pair of converse sneakers, and being surrounded by war and propaganda about buying bonds. âIâm feeling well for a dead man.â His lips quirk into a lopsided grin before moving in closer to hug his old friend. It wasnât until Toro pulled back that he decided to ask something that has been weighing down on his mind. âMaybe you can answer a question that Iâve been trying to figure out. Why wonât anyone talk about my funeral?â
Ryoko canât help but laugh, her and her sister dreamed of being invaders often. Playing in the yard, pretending they had superpowers and defeating the bad guys. Little did they know, they truly did have powers, passed onto them from their father and grandmother before them. Thereâs a bit of mixed feelings in this moment, feeling sad about both her grandmother and her sister not being here. But.. to know that the invaders were here and alive? Well it was all her childhood dreams coming true. âDid shops not sell maps?â Not that Ryoko ever used a map herself. She much preferred to fly above the city to find her way around, much like it sounds like Toro did too. âWe should race sometime, I can fly too.â Ryoko teases, knowing fully well Toro would beat her in a heartbeat. A smile soon graces her face as Toro speaks fondly of his parents. She understands, to an extent. She never knew her mother but the loss of her father, grandmother and sister all hit her hard, once surrounded by loved ones⌠but now sheâs alone in the world. Or.. she was. A secret hope that maybe she invaders might open their arms to her. âThatâs actually really sweet. I like that a lotâŚToro the torch, itâs the perfect fit.â Ryoko canât help but think Toro is nothing short of adorable. Heâs a that boyish charm that really seems to pull her in, smiling brightly at him in return. âReally?â Ryoko claps her hands once in excitement. âI can already think of a million different styles that would work on you. I think a street style might be right up your alley though.â The woman comes over to Toroâs side, pictures quickly pulled up on her phone. âDo any of these catch your eye?âÂ
Thereâs a chuckle leaving his lips . . .  unable to stop himself from laughing too. âOh they sold maps in some of the shops but that also would require being smart enough to stop somewhere and buy one.â Which Thomas wasnât always the brightest person in the room and thatâs alright. It wasnât like either of them considered that as an option back in the forties. Maybe they ere just equally as stubborn like brothers bickering to try and figure it out for themselves before resorting to the piece of paper. When flight is part of your gift then that tends to give you an advantage to figuring out where you are. It also requires knowing a little bit of geography but Toro expects to be slightly lost until adjusting to being in the future suddenly. 2012 has been proving itself to being very different and unlike 1943 in many ways. âIâve never gotten the chance to race someone before . . . and that sounds like a lot of fun! Should we place a bet to make it interesting or just enjoy our time together?â Toroâs expression brightens after finding out that Ryoko can fly too. It makes him feel excited. He doesnât really care much about winning, more so looking forward to having company up there in the clouds. There really isnât anything quite like that feeling! âI donât really remember them except for that story since they told it to me so many times. Jim adopted me when I was seven and heâs been the only parent Iâve ever really known. Iâm lucky to have him as my pappy.â He smiles back brightly at Ryoko while they talk. If it were up to Toro then his style would be filled of clothes only in various army related color schemes. He could really use some help with figuring out what to wear . . .  whatâs considered cool. It makes him happy that the other seems so be excited about lending a hand. He tilts his head and is just staring at the phone. Itâs strange and Thomas just doesnât understand these tiny boxes. Heâs afraid that he might accidentally break one so maybe getting one can wait. Are they fireproof? âStreet style?â Consider him curious and Ryoko is running to his side to show him her tiny box. Thereâs photographs on it, the first time he realizes you can use them for more than just phone calls. âI really like the jacket on the last photograph! Where do we acquire one?â His shoulder gently bumps hers while also leaning in closer to get a better look at the illuminated screen. What kind of sorcery made this possible? Â
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                   đđ  đđđđđ  đđđđ  đđđ  đđđđđđđđ.  toro  isnât  jimâs  by  blood  -  jim  doesnât  even  have  blood  -  but  that  doesnât  mean  a  damn  thing.  heâs  his  son.  jim  would  know  him  anywhere.  the  luckiest  heâs  ever  been  was  the  day  that  toro  came  into  his  life,  and  the  worst  heâs  ever  felt  was  the  day  the  boy  (  because  no  matter  how  much  he  grows,  he  will  always  be  jimâs  boy  )  left  it,  and  the  grief  that  followed.  the  pros  and  cons  of  being  an  android  are  often  the  same,  and  this  one  certainly  is  :  he  remembers  everything.  he  remembers  everything.  the  time  he  spent  with  his  son  is  so  precious  to  him,  and  -  jim  has  burned,  but  he  has  never  been  burned,  and  he  imagines  that  the  pain  of  the  memories  is  similar  to  it.  itâs  fitting,  isnât  it  ?
                   đđđđđđđđ  đđđđ  đđđđ  should  have  been  a  warning.  that  some  day,  toro  would  die,  because  he  is  human,  and  jim  -  no  matter  how  much  he  wishes  otherwise  -  is  not.  he  never  really  thought  about  it,  until  the  war.  until  toro  was  on  the  front  lines,  being  shot  at.  losing  him,  once  a  faraway  thing  that  seemed  almost  impossible  because  toro  burned  so  brightly,  suddenly  became  real.  concrete.  a  danger  only  inches  away,  that  jim  always  fended  off  with  an  anger  that  could  terrify  even  those  who  knew  him,  until  he  didnât.  until  he  wasnât  there  to.
                   đđ  đđđ  đđđ  đ  đđđđđđđđđ  đđđ,  he  might  think  this  a  justified  haunting.  but  he  isnât,  so  he  doesnât.  heâs  frozen  into  place,  staring  at  his  son,  shellshocked.  and  then  he  isnât,  because  toro  is  crying,  and  itâs  like  a  systems  override.  itâs  the  only  thing  that  matters.  helping  him.  comforting  him.  holding  him  again,  after  all  these  years  -  itâs  the  only  thing  that  matters.  he  jolts  forwards,  gently  cups  his  face,  so  careful  with  him.  â  i  know  itâs  you.  i  know.  you  donât  have  to  -  oh,  little  firebug.  â  his  voice  cracks,  and  jim  shakes  his  head  as  if  it  will  clear  his  mind.  â  i  missed  you,  too.  i  missed  you  so  damn  much.  â
There arenât many instances where Thomas found himself crying this much since itâs an unusual behavior for him. Tears stained his cheeks whenever his father got hurt on their adventures. He was a sensitive child but despite all of the traumatic events that occurred in his life . . . Â there was a light burning deep within. He always looks for the enjoyment in every situation. It might be for the best that his mind doesnât recall the night of the train crash. He doesnât need those memories haunting him. Thereâs details about that night that Toro might never remember but he was still a toddler at the time â saving himself purely on instinct. The circus that took him in afterward treated him like a freak for being different. He doesnât remember his biological parents but that doesnât even matter. Jim is the only parent Thomas has ever known so the idea of seeing him hurt at all. Which means he probably shouldnât have been out there fighting crime at such a young age but they were an iconic duo! One that was making a difference! He didnât like going to those fancy parties though . . .
Toro doesnât bother trying to hide his tears, the heat off his skin causes them to evaporate before they reach his jawline. This doesnât stop them from coming though once they start. Why is he like this?
There was happiness brought into his life with being Jimâs son. They went on so many vacations together â once to the mountains where they were surrounded by snow and another time to the beach . . . Â just to name a few. It was a way of rewarding themselves for a job well done. Sometimes it was the little things, being taken to the theatre to watch an action film. His favorite! These were all normalcies that wouldnât have been possible if Toro stayed in the circus. Any time spent with his father was worth it. Â He enjoyed getting to soar through the sky as their flames burned behind them. It made him smile and remembers fondly the first time he learned to fly with guidance from Jim â who needed to catch him a few times.
It brings him relief knowing that the other man is here . . . Â been searching around for him everywhere that he thought to look. He sniffled while trying to pull himself together after Jim jolts forward to cup his face so gently. He was always so careful with him. Theyâe come a long way since those early days of having comic books printed about them, thatâs for sure. Â LITTLE FIREBUG manages to make him smile and for a moment his eyes stop watering. âYou believe me? I ran into Namor in the city but he thought I was just a ghost at first . . . I donât know what Iâd do if you thought that too.â He canât help himself wrapping his arms around his father for an actual hug this time, the flames flickering with the wind as he holds onto Jim. Heâs not ready to let go. âI feel safer knowing that youâre here . . .â Toro doesnât pull back just yet, enjoying the comfort of being held by the one man who has always protected him. âIâm sorry I cried so much.â This is when the younger man finally moves out of the embrace but staying close. He wants to give his father the chance to get a really good look at him now that the crying has stopped for now.
Toro smiles and a familiar expression of excitement can be seen in his eyes. âDoes this mean we can go back to going on missions together? Please, pappy?â
â stop. stop, you cannot be. â this being reality is impossible. itâs impossible. he has never hallucinated anything like this before, true, but â his mind is inventive & cruel. there is a first time for everything. he should not be surprised. he wants to sound angry at toro, knows he doesnât quite mange it, only summoning up exhaustion & slight desperation instead. âmy death hasnât happened yetâ hits him like a punch to the gut, shoulders tensing. the memory of that day tastes like blood. he knows better than to play into any delusion, but he wants this to be real. he wants this to be real. he reaches out cautiously, touches him on the shoulder, unbothered by the flames, so light that itâs clear heâs expecting his hand to pass right through. it doesnât. he looks at the place where skin meets shirt, & blinks, eyes widening. blinks again, like heâll see something else if he does. â ⌠oh. â he stares for a moment longer, than draws back abruptly, walls closing as he meets toroâs gaze for the first time. he searches for his voice, unsure of what to do, then manages, â things are very different in this time. â
âWhy are you telling me what to do?â Thomas furrows his brow in confusion but it wouldnât be the first time . . . but his words were said with more of a playful tone anyway. He remembers being a talkative child, especially when they were all stuck on the same plane together while heading to handle some business together as a team. The Invaders were special! This often meant Namor had to request him to stop for at least for five minutes. There were also times when Toro wasnât as annoying and snatched up the seat next to his teammate because he thinks that Namor is sweet. He didnât care what anyone else has to say! âI donât understand why but Iâm really here.â His words serious but thereâs no way of making sense of what happened so easily. Thomas doesnât move as it looks like Namor is reaching out to him, a hand touching his shoulder despite the flames being ever present. Heâs getting emotional as the realization can be seen on friendâs face that this isnât a hallucination after all. âDo you believe me now?â His expression softens as their gaze meets again. âYou could say that again . . . Â bananas are disgusting now. How did they ruin fruit?â
It comes flooding in like a dam breaking. Often times memories come back like dreams, hazy around the edges. But fitting of war to come back so violently and viscously â like a flood and Buckyâs drowning in it. A metallic taste sits heavy on his tongue, as if heâs got a mouth full of blood once again, bones ache in a way he forgot they could. His body is remembering the strain and the stress of war. How exhausting and tiring it was. But on the flip side of that there were quiet moments and those are the ones heâs happy to remember. Nights like the night Toro tried throwing him a birthday party. Nights where they had a few too many beers when they knew they shouldnât have and sang around a campfire. Nights where Bucky was afraid but with Steve and Toro by his side he could be a little more brave. Things were so different now, his fears were far from losing war but now losing himself. Losing all these foggy memories again, he rather have them incomplete than not at all. He never wants to live in the dark like that again. It scares him. But any fear of Hydra and being caught again is outweighed by his need to keep Toro alive. Before, Bucky was so desperate to get out of this time and away from Hydra but⌠if things go back to the way they were â he loses his family again. Heâs not sure he can stomach that a second time around when the first time he barely got to process.
Bucky laughs a little bit, though itâs a bit watery. Heâs very close to tears. âI think people might like that better than what other ghosts are doing⌠you arenât slamming their doors.â While heâs joking he doesnât really enjoy this conversation. He doesnât like speaking about Toro being a ghost, not when heâs standing right here in front of him. Because.. what if this is just a ghost? Sometimes memories haunt Bucky in different ways. The hallucinations are rare but they happen from time to time. Could he be making up this whole interaction? Could Toroâs body still be missing and this man be a figment of his imagination? The very thought gives him chills, a reunion thatâs not real. A reunion that heâs so desperate for mocking him because he knows the dead have come back to life. This could very well be a fake hope thatâs here to play tricks on him. If thatâs the case then⌠itâs bittersweet because in the end he still did get to see Toro, right? âIâm.. from 2023. 11 years in the future, so.. to you itâs only been sixty eight years but for me? Seventy-nine long years.â Long, and gruesome. Those years have not been kind to Bucky. Theyâve created an entire new person whoâs looking for a man that maybe doesnât even exist anymore. If anyoneâs the ghost here, itâs Bucky. Bucky Barnes died in 1945 but his ghost was warped into something unrecognizable⌠at least in his own mind. He knows Steve would argue that fact until his face was blue.Â
Any worries he had about Toro being a hallucination is gone when he finally has him wrapped up in a hug. His grip is strong and he knows it, heâs clinging on as if he lets go this will all disappear. With his friendâs tears evident, Buckyâs own tears threaten to spill onto his cheeks. âYou donât even have to worry about that, Tom. Iâm not going anywhere..â And that much is true heâll fight tooth and nail to keep his family together after all these years. âYouâre arenât gonna die. Weâre gonna figure this damn thing out together but I will not let that happen.â Bucky sniffles, pulling away just enough so he can look at Toroâs face. âYou hear me? You ainât going anywhere, youâre stuck with me again.âÂ
It might not be the best conversation for them to be having while standing in front of a tombstone with Thomasâ name on it. He canât blame anyone for thinking that his existence is a hallucination after being dead for almost eight decades. He always thought himself to be indestructible due to the nature of his Inhuman physiology, the flames that constantly burn within him that can cover his skin in an instant. The fire burns a constant seven hundred and eighty degrees and thatâs always been enough even if he could always go hotter. When aflame all blades and bullets melt before touching his skin. Which became his favorite trick to use in the war even if that meant singing his uniform. He ended up having to roll up his sleeves. This became something like a shield, protecting not just himself but his best friends and fellow soldiers when the timing got tough. Thomas became so convinced that nothing could hurt him and that would become his downfall one day. Deep down he doesnât regret dying for his country. He knows that this is all real, obvious by the way his heart is beating so quickly. âSlamming doors would just be rude. Iâd knock and ask nicely to be invited in.â He laughs for a brief moment but doesnât linger on the subject knowing it would be hard for his best friend. He always thought that theyâd grow old together and share war stories with their grandkids. Thomas knows this isnât possible. His wife remarried and he canât bring himself to be upset. She deserved to be happy and doesnât look her up since it wouldnât be fair to reopen those old wounds if she were still alive. It was his time to move on. âBucks . . . I had no idea.â His chest feels heavy with grief. His own grief.
Once Toro has arms wrapped around Bucky for an embrace itâs going to be difficult letting him go. He notices that the grip is stronger than he remembers but heâll have plenty of time to ask what that means. Times have changed but no matter what has happened? This is his best friend . . . Â his brother. Nothing could change the fact he loves him like family. They grew up together in Brooklyn and so it brings him some peace knowing that thereâs a familiar face here. âEverything is overwhelming.â He canât rely completely on Bucky for everything with adjusting to this new time period but it helps knowing that thereâs someone here who will understand why his behaviors are different from everyone else. He doesnât understand how telephones can be carried around on these tiny rectangles in your pocket or what the internet is. Only two of many, many, many technological advancements that leave Toro more confused than anything. Heâs sure there was someone talking to themselves in the street as if their friend was next to them but nobody was there. This world is odd but if he survived the war . . . Â he might be dead of old age before he got to see any of this. What a strange though that is. Unfortunately that isnât how his life got to end, instead, fate took him much too early. âThank you . . .â Tears soaking Buckyâs clothes some more.
âThere was so much left that I wanted to do . . .â Thomas could have went to art school. He could study French literature and spend his evenings sketching. He always envisioned this as his way of spending his time after the war was won. Maybe have some children, chasing toddlers around the house who recently discovered that they can create fireballs. However, life took a different path. Heâs learning to accept it little by little. âI donât mind being stuck with you. I wouldnât want it any other way. I appreciate you helping me figure out a way to stay.â They pull back a little, eyes red from how much crying he has been doing but wants Bucky to have the chance to really look at him. âHow much have you been working out?â Heâs teasing lightly, trying to open up the conversation to something other than his death.
It seems Thomas isnât the only one who hasnât been able to bring himself to go into the museum. He feels nervous about learning what else happened in the war but he wants to know what happened. It was about learning how it ended. He died for his country and knew that deep down he would do it again. The universe seemed to have other plans and thought that Thomas deserved another chance. Which is how the man is standing here today outside of this museum. Going inside means facing all the sacrifices his fellow soldiers made over the years. His attention looks over at the woman next to him, a stranger, yet something is telling Thomas to talk to her. âNot embarrassing at all. Iâll tell you a secret . . . Iâve come by here a few times the past couple of days trying to get the courage to step inside. Iâm a veteran . . . I fought in World War II in the army.â It feels strange to say it even though he had been in the forties fighting that war only several weeks ago. âI want to go inside but Iâve been too nervous to go in. Maybe we can go check it out together? Iâm Thomas . . . itâs nice to meet you, maâam.â He extends a hand for her to shake since theyâre introducing themselves.
at least gamora wasnât the only one who had no experience with things like this. âi always knew earth was a mess, i just didnât know it was this bad,â she admitted. most of what she knew about earth was in regards to her inhabitants. this didnât seem like their fault, but maybe she was wrong. âa drink would be nice,â she decided. she didnât know if it would actually take the edge off, but it was worth a shot.
âThereâs always something going on.â Thomas has seen some strange things in his lifetime but this is unlike any of those experiences. He remembers the days when Warrior Woman and Master Man were two of his greatest annoyances. Now thereâs natural disasters that can flatten enormous parts of the city? He could use a shot before trying to spend the night lifting debris. He started walking in the direction of the bar, something that felt the most normal of anything going on. He drank during the war so why not during this crisis too? âIf weâre going to be drinking together then you should know my name . . . Iâm Toro.â
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                     đ  đđđđđ  đđđđđđ  đđ  đđđ  đđđ  above  brooklyn.  jim  has  not  stepped  foot  in  the  borough  in  years,  outside  of  one  small  grave  plot  ;  he  will  not,  for  as  long  as  he  can  help  it.  itâs  toroâs  home.  it  feels  so  empty  without  him,  holding  memories  jim  isnât  strong  enough  to  face.  the  air  up  here  bites  too,  filled  with  fond  recollections,  but  itâs  easier  to  ignore  than  concrete.  he  surveys  the  city  below  him,  the  glittering  lights  of  2012  -  the  shadows  that  lurk  even  in  the  brightness.  heâs  going  to  miss  this  place,  he  thinks.  heâs  going  to  miss  all  of  it.  jim  starts  to  smile  at  the  approach  of  another  burst  of  light,  warm.  he  assumes  that  itâs  johnny,  because  who  else  could  it  be  ?  new  york  is  his  city,  and  toro  is  long  dead,  and  toro  is  flying  up  to  him  now,  as  youthful  as  the  day  he  died,  and  the  smile  slips  right  off  jimâs  face.
                   đđ  đđđđđ'đ  đđđđ  đđđđđ.  heâs  not  angry.  he  couldnât  be.  itâs  the  heartbroken  disbelief  of  a  long  -  mourning  father,  who  stood  at  the  funeral  in  front  of  an  empty  casket  and  barely  resisted  the  urge  to  burn  the  entire  place  down.  he  shouldnât  be  so  surprised,  perhaps,  when  he  too  has  been  snatched  into  this  time  from  the  jaws  of  death,  but  this  is  a  thing  he  has  never  let  himself  dream  of.  they  call  it  moving  on,  giving  up  the  impossible  hopes.  jim  knows  well  that  he  has  not  moved  on,  that  itâs  defeat  instead  that  kills  any  dreams  of  resurrection.  â  toro  ?  â  two  syllables,  and  his  voice  breaks.
( for @burnablcâ. )
1923. The year of his seventh birthday but also when Toro would meet Jim for the first time at the circus. All it took was one handshake to activate his Inhuman physiology. Â It didnât take much longer after that for the boy to be adopted by the older man whoâs powers turned out to be an exact replica of his own. He began fighting crime alongside him. The public called him many things. Sometimes it was just Toro the Flaming Kid or other times grouped together with his father and they were just referred to as The Human Torches. The entire experience had brought a new light into his life and never regretted for an instant leaving the circus to follow Jim around the world. They ended up settling in Brooklyn for a while. It was better than being pointed at and ridiculed for being different. He could get a similar rush doing something more proactive with his abilities . . . like saving people! It became home. Itâs where he had sleepovers with his two best friends. This is where theyâd play in the street and Toro would melt tires on cars if they dared to come too close. He went to school here too and always asked for a cold Coca-Cola. There were so many good memories so itâs no wonder that here in 2012 that he decided to get a small apartment in the borough. What else is nice about this point in time? Nobody seems bothered by seeing him fly through the sky. He really likes that and maybe Bucky doesnât have to remind him not to play with fire in public anymore like he used to when they were growing up. Â
Thereâs streak of flames trailing behind him, slowly fading the further that Thomas flies. He does a few flips, just admiring how free it feels getting to do this again. He didnât always have time during the war. Itâs nice to fly just to fly. The red, orange, and yellow colors cover his entire body, a familiarity that only a select few would know how it feels. Toro started calling himself Human Torch also in honor of his father since he couldnât exactly call himself Flaming Kid anymore in adulthood. He doesnât mind sharing the title with other people, knowing that this era has another one. He hasnât met him though but maybe someday?
Right now, his focus is on the other flaming figure hovering in the air looking back at him. He stops in front of him, flames receding to reveal his face and the front of his body. Flickering heat blazes off his backside and feet to keep himself in the air still. He wants his father to really see his face. Toro knows how protective that the older man has always been of him so his mind canât really wrap itself around how he must have reacted to the news back in 1944.
âPappy?â His eyes are tearing up, no matter how old that Toro would get one thing that never changes is the love for Jim and how heâll always need him. âItâs me. Remember how Iâd always bring those comic books about us you hated on our vacations? Iâd read them on the train and you would always tell me that you donât want to see the horrible artwork. If I wasnât me then how would I know something like that?â He tries not to talk too fast but getting to be close to the other again is all that he has wanted since showing up here. âI donât understand anything thatâs happening. Itâs been a little scary actually and then I found out Iâm supposed to die in a year and ââ He gets choked up, tears falling down his cheeks but they evaporate from the heat of his skin by the time they reach his jawline. âI just really missed you, pappy.â
Bucky remembers that day clearly. War didnât seem like a good time to celebrate a birthday, not that Bucky enjoyed his birthday all that much anyways. It was just another day to him, never big on gifts or his mother trying to bake up a nice cake. It just wasnât worth the money or the trouble when the world was falling a part around them. Instead as kids he preferred just getting a root beer and playing in the water at the docks, spending time with Steve and Toro. War was no different, there wasnât really a time to think about a birthday. To this day Bucky doesnât know how Toro kept time long enough to remember his birthday but thatâs a memory that sticks with him forever. Not more than a few weeks later heâd lose one of his best friends and never get the time to mourn because Hydra would get their hands on him. A tragedy if Bucky ever heard one.Â
âYouâre no ghost, I know that much.â Buckyâs been a ghost. Heâs been the ghost story that haunts the dreams of powerful men and women. A ghost story that lingers in Buckyâs very shadow, a reminder. The memory is a little fuzzy around the edges, many memories still are. But he remembers that haunted house, eyes full of glee at the very thought of ghosts. Oh how the tides change, once a child so keen on meeting a ghost, now a man whoâs haunted by them everywhere he goes. Heâd say heâs afraid of ghosts now, only because the ones that haunt him are oneâs that have died by his hand. Itâs hard to look at Toro for a moment, because while his friend hasnât changed Bucky has. If Toro had his eyes closed, he doubt he would think Bucky to be the same person. âBut now itâs 2012. This is⌠actually the past to me.â He breathes out finally looking up at Toro. âItâs been 79 years.â The words come choked, Bucky didnât even realize he started crying. 79 years is a long time and just about 70 of those years had been nothing but torture. He never got mourn, not really. But maybe he doesnât have to. It a few short steps, Bucky pulls Toro into a hug. Itâs almost bone crushing but Bucky doesnât care. Toro is here.. and heâs real. Thatâs all that matters.Â
War definitely isnât an ideal time for celebrations of any kind but Thomas has managed to keep a certain softness about him despite all of the tragedy that has happened throughout his life. Maybe that was his specialty, being able to see all of the light in  the dark. He didnât know that would be the last time they would have a night to themselves. It wasnât easy getting a few hours away from their responsibilities but Toro always tried his hardest to find some to spare for an opportunity to make his best friend smile. They grew up together too, living close by in Brooklyn. Bucky and Steve were his first friends and they werenât afraid of him. He remembers being so nervous about losing them because in the twenties it frightened people at first to have two people covered in flames flying around New York. Many started seeing them as heroes and they even had their own comic books printed about their adventures but Toro could never forget the look on civilians faces when seeing his form. However, none of those expressions ever stopped him from doing the right thing. Helping people was essentially his job and he enjoyed getting to save the day while punching all the bad guys â with his fatherâs supervision most of the time. It makes sense for that to be the reason behind his death. He died doing what he does best â BEING A HERO.
It doesnât make it entirely easier to wrap his head around though . . . Â thereâs so much left that he wants to do. âIâm relieved that Iâm not a ghost. I wouldnât be a very good one. Iâd scare one person then feel bad and start apologizing.â Thomas prefers being alive. He wants to scream at the world all about how heâs still here. He decides to keep these moments private instead. Theres people to track down, hell, see if anyone that he did know is still alive. Would they understand? How would Toro explain coming back from the dead to those that werenât used to unusual circumstances? Itâs obvious the more his eyes observe his best friend that time has changed him but that can be said for anyone. He missed out on so much and just hopes thereâs still a place for him somewhere in any of this. He worries though, Bucky seems tired â Â wanting nothing more than to pull him in close and let him talk all about what has happened to him. He has his own tragedies and trauma whether it was from the war, the train crash, or any of those times he had been kidnapped growing up by some villainous character. Toro wouldnât want to be forced to talk about any of those experiences so he wonât expect that of Bucky. Heâll be here ready and waiting for whenever the time is right and his friend wants to open up. âSeventy-nine years? I thought it was only sixty-eight . . .â His words trail off, looking at the tombstone, a certain sadness in his eyes while the realization sets in that heâs been gone a lot longer than he thought. Â It makes his chest feel heavy, just strange at the engravings again and aright, a few tears can be seen.
Once turning back to Bucky heâs wrapped up in a hug. He wraps his arms around his best friend and doesnât want to let go. No matter what may have happened in the last eight decades, this is still someone thatâs close enough to him like a brother. He squeezes him tightly, fingers gripping onto the back of Buckyâs shirt like heâs a lifeline. âThis is the past for you but itâs the future for me.â Any questions can be answered in time, just wanting to enjoy this moment. He continues to hold onto him, leaning down slightly during their embrace. âI donât know what I would do without you here.â Now theyâre both crying and heâs pretty sure theyâre both going to have tearstained shirts after this. âI donât want to die, Bucks.â Heâs crying more, unable to make himself stop just yet.
Thereâs an old black and white photograph in his hands, the imagery is of him standing with his two childhood best friends. Toro is in the middle with this cheesy grin on his face while his arms are wrapped around Steve and Bucky who are on either side of him. This is when they were teenagers before the war and how quickly everything changed. He feels grateful to have this memory. His father gave this photograph to him. He thinks this was before they went to sleep in that haunted house in their neighborhood. Toro smiles and for a moment is so focused on this photo that he doesnât realize someone is approaching the bench heâs sitting on. Thereâs no way anyone would still recognize him from all those comic books published about him or the war propaganda that he did, right? The twenties, thirties, and forties were a long time ago. Which is still a strange feeling for him to accept. He canât wrap his head around any of it yet and being this far into the future makes him feel like all of his accomplishments were only good for history books. âI miss these days.â He finally spoke out loud, mostly to himself, but if anyone else happened to be close enough? They would have heard him too.Â
they had been doing so well. thatâs all they can think as they see him, sharp disappointment as that familiar, panicked feeling begins to rise in their chest. they had been doing so well lately â their mind had felt clearer, there were less bursts of uncalled for anger or fear, less lost comrades lurking around corners, triggered by loud noises or bursts of light. & now ⌠this. & now him. another friend they watched die, though less â bloody, seemingly. less accusing than usual. almost happy. itâs odd, but not enough to make it seem any different than what has plagued them for decades now. thereâs something uncharacteristically pained in their eyes, unwilling to look at him straight on, jaw set. â hello again, raymond. â again. again, again. quiet, resigned. â not today. i am too busy for ghosts. â they almost want to say please, but â namor does not beg. not even their own mind will make them beg.
âYouâre always so formal. You can call me Toro . . .â The two of them might be making a scene by having this conversation while hovering over the city. The people living in 2012 seem to be less terrified of the sight of fire covering someoneâs skin than what Thomas grew up with. He remembers the stares and whispers in terror. He was thrown into a sideshow act so people could gasp and point at him. He was only a child, no older than seven-years-old at that point in his life. Jim saved him from all of that and being his sidekick was better than any circus act. He remembers the stories of people being afraid of his father too but this strange new world? People arenât running away. Thomas likes that and hopes that at the end of everything heâs allowed to stay. âGhosts? Iâm really here! Youâre one of the few people that really knew me. I donât understand this new world, Namor.â Anyone still alive from the war are a select few. âPlease, believe me. Whoever is behind this took me right out of 1943. My death hasnât happened yet . . .â
âYouâll have to be more specific, because just about every story she had involved you and Bucky getting lost in some comical way⌠She loved telling stories of you guys. I know she would have been the first person here to see you.â And maybe thatâs why she came so fast. She knew her grandmother would have been the first person in line to give the man a hug. It was a shame there are now two people she never got to see before she passed. Ryoko remembers the day they found Cap, sheâd never see her grandmother so happy about meeting up with an old friend. âOh, thank you.â The woman gives him a warm smile as she follows him in. âI always thought Toro was a cute name, you know. How did you come by such a nickname?â Itâs nice to be in a quiet place, it always feels like Ryoko is surrounded by people, always been asked to do things. In a strange way being sent back in time has made things quieter, a little more peaceful. But Ryoko has to wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that sheâs not a celebrity here like she is back home. âI know youâre best friends with the biggest names in superheroes but⌠if you need any help with anything.. Iâll be around for awhile.âÂ
âWe really did get lost often. Vehicles in the forties didnât have any of the fancy technology that exists now. All we had was pure instinct or if you were lucky enough, a map.â Thomas is smiling fondly at the memory but for him it wasnât too long ago that this was his reality. âOften both of us forgot that Iâm able to fly until Bucks was yelling at me to go scout ahead since we were lost. Which often meant I was stripping out of part of my uniform and leaping out of the window. I didnât flame on until my feet were out of the moving car though.â Â Always living life dangerously. Thomas moves into the kitchen and places the kettle onto the stove. His gaze turning to look at Ryoko while waiting for it to whistle. Even the equipment in the kitchens are different. âMy biological parents honeymooned in Mexico. I was born nine months later so they gave me the nickname Toro, which is Spanish for bull. Apparently it was a private joke since they saw bullfights on their honeymoon.â Itâs one of the few memories that he has of them. His hands hold onto the counter, smiling over at his company. âYou know I can always use some help navigating this new world. Maybe you can help me pick out some new outfits? My sense of style is outdated.â
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Bucky visits Thomas often. Things that keep him died to his past make him feel a little more in control, a little more himself. Even though itâs a sad sight, it brings back good memories. Memories of best friends in old army tents and the singe of fire on the hairs of his skin. That burn would be welcome again any day, that and the sadness that comes with it. Even mourning is an emotion that Bucky welcomes after having nothing for so many years. However, mourning isnât really whatâs happening here. More so confusion. Out of all the time heâs visited, heâs never seen anyone else. Heâs the one leaving the flowers, keeping it clean. Heâs not sure why anyone be here now. Bucky approaches cautiously, not sure what he should expect with whoever is lingering at his friendâs grave. A part of him doesnât want anyone else to be here, this is his time to mourn not having to share this time with anyone else. However as he nears⌠a funny sort of feeling fills his chest. A familiar voice makes his hair stand on end. âThomas?â He says. âToro?â His voice a little more distressed than it was a moment before. âI.. I donât either. â But Jesus Christ. Youâre here?âÂ
His tombstone seems to be well taken care of. Which surprises Thomas since it wasnât like he had any children to carry on a legacy. His only family for many years growing up had been Jim, an android whoâs blessed with immortality, who adopted him from a young age. They traveled all over the country helping out whoever needed The Human Torches. He remembers hearing all the stories about how his father wasnât received well at first, the thought of a man who was covered in flames didnât go over well with the public. Humans were afraid but eventually some of them changed their minds. Bucky Barnes came into his life soon after and had been the first person his own age that didnât treat him like a freak. It was nobodyâs surprise when they became the best of friends. Jim even started treating the other boy like his own son and Bucky would call him âpaâ instead of anything else. Theyâre all good memories but that doesnât leave many options for who could be responsible or maintaining his tombstone. Itâs large, taller than him even and a statue of himself is on the top. Time has been kind to his resting place. Thomas just wishes that he could have lived longer. It makes sense seeing his best friend here, makes him realize who has been helping clean the place and leave fresh flowers.Â
âIâm here. I donât . . .  I donât know how since yesterday we were having a belated birthday celebration for you. I know you donât like grand gestures but we snuck off for some drinks anyway. You helped me back to my cot before anyone noticed and then I woke up here. Iâm no ghost. Remember when you made us spend the night in a haunted house? You said it would help us build up some iron nerves. We heard a sound upstairs and you made us go investigate. Iâve never seen you so excited. If I wasnât real then how would I know that? Itâs me. Iâm confused but . . . Iâm here.â He looks at the tombstone again, grief washing over his face. âI was in 1943 . . .  but now . . .â He sighs, not wanting to say it since that makes it so real but sometimes you have to. âI found out I was going to die in a year. Bucks, why is there a giant statue of me on top?â His hand gestures to the monument in question before his eyes look back at Bucky. âItâs been a long time for you, hasnât it?â