This is a shortie to keep you going while I'm working on the next chapter of 'Inevitability'. Inspired by both a sudden snowfall and listening to Kirsty McCall.

Enjoy

It was late at night, the streetlights casting an odd glow into the room as it reflected off the snow outside.

Kevin Mask lay in bed, Theresa curled up against his side, as was usual now on the nights he was in London.

By rights, he should have been in Japan right now, but a sudden heavy snow had brought the UK to a screeching halt, as it usually did because the country simply wasn't prepared to deal with that sort of weather, which meant that all the airports were closed until further notice.

He glanced at the sleeping form of his other half, who was deeply asleep with her arm draped across his chest, and mused on what had occurred a few hours ago.

Kevin Mask was dignified

Kevin Mask was extremely cool (ask any fangirl or boy)

Nothing fazed him

…except an unexpected snowball to the back of the neck!

"Bullseye!" Theresa's voice cried triumphantly

This was definitely not what he'd been expecting when he'd arrived at the Chappen house (backpack of luggage for Japan in tow)

"Theresa's in the garden with Micky and Banksy" James had told him, after Kevin had put his backpack down and taken his mask off.

"In this weather?"

"Why not? It's only a bit of snow. Tell you what though, tell them the kettle's boiled, will you?"

That had been 10 minutes ago, now he stood with rapidly melting snow running down the back of his shirt.

"What was that for?"

"Snowball fight!" Micky yelled gleefully, waving a gloved hand, still holding a snowball…before he threw it, smacking the super powered wrestler in the face

There was a moment of silence

Before Kevin, without really thinking, crouched down and formed a ball of snow, before hurling it at the white haired boy, getting him in the chest.

"I'm hiiiiiiit!" he yelled dramatically and fell over,

"Oh no! Micky! I shall avenge you!" Thus saying, Theresa lobbed yet another snowball at Kevin, who ducked and threw one back

Things became a flurry of white after that, full of laughing 'war' cries, cold Banksy running gleefully around everyone's legs, chasing snowballs as they were thrown and general fun.

In short, it was full of all the things Kevin had been denied as a child.

Now, late at night, feeling oddly happy as he recalled the snowball fight, that completely undignified, extremely childish snowball fight, Kevin Mask smiled and kissed the top of his sleeping girlfriend's head.

"Thank you," he whispered gently before sleep finally over took him.