To yellow 14: True, but the United Heroez almost certainly have an arrangement with an insurance company to cover the "expectedly unexpected"! It's in their "umbrella policy" (named because of the time Knightowl's building got turned into a giant umbrella!)

To armadas: Powerpuff Girls is a good guess. The Agents (in canon) are based on the main characters from Totally Spies!, which I carried through in my take on them, including with the names I gave them. Hurricane and Snowflake I did change around a little by putting them in a different generation, gender-flipping Hurricane, making them the parents of the Agents…

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To yellow 14: That's fair; there are still several pieces left to this very complicated puzzle!

"I'm telling you, it's fine."

Felix stuck out his tongue in disgust, dropped the spoon in the sink, and poured himself a glass of water. Downing the whole thing in two gulps, he glared at Anne, who was watching him with a twinkle in her eye. "There is no way that Bri wants her soup so spicy it peels a layer off the roof of her mouth and kills all her taste buds!" he retorted, pouring himself more water and guzzling it all, spilling some as he did so.

Anne waved a hand dismissively. "She has a fever. Hot will help the fever break. That's what my oul dear always says."

"I'm amazed you survived your childhood," he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow dubiously. "When I was growing up, Mother always gave me less spicy foods when I was sick. That way I could actually eat them!"

Anne smirked. "Tell you what, why don't you try making your own soup, and we'll see which one Bri prefers!" She hummed, tapping her chin and giving him an evaluating look. "I give it 30 seconds before you throw in the towel."

Felix scoffed. "You don't think I can cook?"

"Can you?"

"That's not the point!" he sputtered.

"Really?" She stifled a laugh. "Because I think you just proved my point!" Anne took a taste herself, frowned, and waved her hand over a flowerpot. Pulling a new sprig off of an herb plant, she chopped it up and sprinkled it into the soup. Giving is a quick stir, she tasted it again and nodded. "There we go."

Barkk wagged her tail and popped a piece of chicken in her mouth. "Felix's cooking isn't that bad… but this is amazing!"

Anne giggled. "I know you're only saying that because he feeds you."

Felix folded his arms. Last night he and Bri had been scheduled to patrol together, but Anne had shown up instead, saying that Bri had come down with something. He hadn't thought much about it until this morning, when he had realized that Bri hadn't answered his texts for two days. Finally he had asked Anne for more details after classes, and she had invited him over. Felix sighed and looked down at the bowl of soup Anne had ladled out. "She's gonna need water after this," he warned, pulling another glass out of the cabinet. "Her mouth will literally be on fire."

Anne rolled her eyes. "You talk a good game for someone who doesn't actually know how to cook," she retorted. "I know what I'm doing." She cocked her head, looking closer at him. Hiding a smile, she added, "But tell you what, why don't you bring the soup and water in for her now? I'll start the water for tea and bring in a few cups when it's ready."

Felix eyed her suspiciously for a moment but finally shrugged. "Why not?" Balancing the tray in his hands, he carefully walked down to Bri's room. The door was shut, and he hesitated outside for a moment until he heard her let out a weak cough. He was about to try opening the door himself when Barkk flitted off of his shoulder and landed on the handle, using her whole body to turn it. She grunted, wrapping her arms around the knob and pushing. The latch clicked, and the door opened a crack, just enough for Felix to push it open with his foot.

"Poor Bri," the Kwami whimpered, a sad look in her eyes.

Felix hummed softly and tiptoed into the room as quietly as he could. The lights were off and curtains drawn, but in the dim sunlight filtering through the curtains, his eye was caught by a pile of laundry in the far corner near the hamper. He frowned. For as neat as she usually kept her working and living spaces, Bri had to have been feeling sick for a while to let her room get into this state. The covers on her bed were in disarray, with Bri herself nestled into them on her side, her bright green hair the only part of her visible. Felix maneuvered the tray around a handful of cups and mugs on her bedside table, which clinked as they bumped together. One started to fall, and Barkk grabbed it, straining to slow its fall.

Bri started in her sleep. "Nnnh… Anne?" she mumbled, pulling the cover down to look out. She blinked and sat up, shivering as the blanket fell away. Felix's eyes trailed down to her sweat-soaked shirt but snapped back up to her face as she yawned. "Ugh," she groaned, leaning back into the wall and hugging her chest, her eyes clenched shut with her forehead tensed in pain. "I hate feeling like crap."

"I'm sorry to say you don't look that great at the moment," Felix noted sympathetically.

"Thanks," she grumbled, her eyes still closed.

He flushed. "Um… not that you look bad, just unwell."

She shivered again. "Can you pass me my sweatshirt?" she asked, pulling off her t-shirt and tossing it toward the foot of the bed. Felix turned away and rooted around for her London Bridge sweatshirt, handing it to her while staring at the dresser next to the door. "Thanks." She coughed weakly and groaned. "You have no idea how grateful I am. I don't know what I would have done the last couple days without you."

"Umm…" Felix sat down on the edge of the bed awkwardly. "I'm… not actually Anne." Bri's eyes snapped open and she stared at him for a long minute. Felix grimaced sheepishly. "Sorry. How are you feeling, mon Fer?"

Bri covered her face with her hands and moaned. "Well, crappier than I did fifteen seconds ago…" she muttered. "I just… and you… ugh. I need water."

Felix handed her the glass and frowned, examining her face. "When Anne said you were out of it, she wasn't kidding." Seeing her red cheeks, he quickly added, "I promise I tried not to look. I wasn't trying to–um–see anything. I just – I missed you for patrol last night. I wanted to know how you were doing."

She sighed heavily and let out a humourless chuckle. "I guess it's no more than you've seen before," she admitted glumly, placing the half-empty glass back on the tray. Felix gave her a confused look. She shuddered, her mouth twisting around, and pointed to her sternum, tracing a line from her collarbone to her navel. "You know. In the autumn? With the–?"

Felix nodded in realization, his eyes widening, and blushed. "I… actually wouldn't count that," he told her. "At that time I was just worried about my hurt friend and trying to keep her alive – I wasn't paying attention to anything else."

She leaned back, her eyes closing. Felix examined her face carefully, the beads of sweat covering her brow in a thin glossy sheen. She coughed. "So were you paying attention today?" she asked, softer.

Felix found a washcloth on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped the sweat away. "Well, I am still worried about my friend."

She hummed, letting out a breath. She was quiet for a long moment, until Felix thought she might have fallen back to sleep. "Is that what we are?"