I own the plunny and the OCs
Day 9: Shiver
"Achoo!"
"Bless you."
Kai shivered and sniffed his nose. "I can't believe I got sick," he muttered. "I never get sick!"
"You were playing in the snow the entire day," Hotaru mused. She tucked her husband into their bed, mindful of their sleepy son resting on Kai's chest. Hotaru had just returned from dropping Jamie and his family off at the airport.
"So were you and Jamie and Aero!" Kai protested.
Hotaru hummed in acknowledgement. "Ah, but Agent Coulson was nice enough to bring a heater so we all kept nice and warm and toasty," she said. "According to Seika, you're not the only though. Over half the employees are out sick thanks to yesterday Snowball War, including Mr. Stark." Hotaru chuckled.
"I can't believe your department won," Kai whined. "My beloved ten year winning streak! It's not fair that you got Jaime, Jack and Aero to help you."
"All's fair in love and war," Hotaru sang. "Beside, your department doesn't need any more funding. This way I get to rest for new desk without having Seika freak out about balancing the budget."
Kai sniffled again and blew into a tissue. "Ita would have stopped her from freaking out too much."
"He really was the right one for her," Hotaru agreed.
"Alright, get the squirt off me," Kai said, snuggling deeper into the blankets. "Before he gets sick and you have two miserable people the house instead of one."
Hotaru laughed and picked up Aero. "We wouldn't want that."
As they were leaving, Kai remembered something. "Hey no one hit Aero yesterday did they? Jamie's a grown kid and Jack's the embodiment of winter itself, but our little boy is still a baby!"
Hotaru laughed again. "Don't worry. The one person who did hit Aero, Jack, Jamie and Agent Coulson personally handled it."
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"They're all sick?" Coulson asked with disbelief. He stood in the living room area, peering at the moaning bodies huddle under blankets on the couches.
"Well just Tony, Steve, Clint and Bruce," Natasha replied. She turned the page of her book. It was a wise decision not to get involved in yesterday's snow fight. Natasha hated getting sick more than anything else. Not being able to think clearly was… annoying.
"And Thor?" Coulson questioned.
Natasha pointed over her shoulder and toward the kitchen. "In the kitchen making some "soup"."
"It was quite hard to find boar feet and blood! But it will be the heartiest soup ever!" Thor answered.
The four sick Avengers groaned. That didn't sound like anything appealing!
"Never again," Tony swore. "Nerf Wars, fine. Snowball Wars? Never."
