Outsides

With a frigid splat! Peter's face was bombarded by a slushy snowball, courtesy of his father's hand. The young man wasn't particularly eager to go play in the snow with Walter, but he'd grown increasingly weak to the elder man's requests as of late. And this was how he was being paid for it.

"Walter!" The younger Bishop wiped the snow from his face and shook it from his hair. "Do not throw snowballs at me. You hear? No more snowballs."

"Oh come on, son. It's just a bit of snow... It's not that bad..." Peter sighed and ran a gloved hand through his hair as he watched his father scurry about, gathering more snow in his arms. He turned around to the bench where Astrid sat, with a poor attempt to shield a smile on her face.

"Next time, you're playing in the snow with him." Peter tried his best to sound frustrated, but couldn't keep the smile from his voice.

Astrid chuckled. "Sure Peter. You can be the one who bakes pies with him."

"You got a deal. Next snow forecast is- splat!" Peter froze as the snowball slid down his neck into his jacket. Astrid snorted, trying not to laugh. Walter giggled as he gathered more snow, but not before Peter pelted the old man, a healthy smile on his face.

"Like father, like son."

A/N: Time for some wintery Peter and Walter :) I hope you all enjoy. Reviewers today get to partake in a snowball fight between the Alt!Fringe Division and Our Fringe Team (you can choose which team :) Enjoy!