"I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses." Leonard Snart sarcastically exclaimed as he wandered through the door of Barry's surrogate father's house, confused when he didn't see the young tech on the couch rolling his eyes or at least talking back at him. "Scarlet?"
"Don't think that'll happen-achoo!" Came from upstairs before the floor above him started vibrating with the speed and sound of a jackhammer before stopping, sightly, starting again when another sneeze came from above.
Pursing his lips in a frown, Snart clambered the stairs on route to Barry's bedroom, having to grip onto the railing as another sneeze set off the vibrating again and almost made him topple head over heels before he stopped, followed by a tired sounding groan afterwards.
Managing to get to the top of the stairs without further incident on his part, Snart chuckled at the sight before him as he leaned against the door of Barry's bedroom. "Bartholomew 'I-can't-get-sick-anymore' Allen, what is this?" He taunted, shaking his head as Barry aimed a full on glare at him despite the scene around him.
Poor Barry was dressed in red pajama pants and some sort of Star Wards covered t-shirt Snart would probably never get the reference of as long as he was alive, a mountain of tissues beside him as he buried himself more into his blankets surrounding him, like a turtle hiding in his shell, hiding from Snart. "I told Joe I would be fine. It's not that bad."
"Clearly." Snart rolled his eyes at the speedster as he sneezed again, vibrating the bed and the floor under Snart's feet and making him have to cling onto the doorframe to keep from falling on his butt. The blackmail alone would be damaging. "Hope you're planning to do the patch up job when you shoot through the ceiling."
"Shut up, Len." Barry groaned, blowing his nose again before burying himself in his cocoon more, looking away. "look, just go home. Whatever you were planning, I'm not in the mood for today."
"Oh, poor sweet deluded Barry Allen." Snart teased, sitting at the foot of the bed. "I came to visit you and I find you sick, you really think you can persuade me to leave without your Dad around?"
"Wouldn't be the first you-you-ah-ah-achoo!" Barry's sudden sneeze gave Leonard no time to prepare for it's force and it catapulted him across the room when the bed bucked him off, slamming him against the closet and setting his cold gun off, a frozen TV left in his wake.
"Dude!" Barry's voice got really high when he flipped out and even when he was sick, he still managed to hit a rather high note as he scrambled out of bed to check the damage on both his TV and Snart. "I was watching that!"
"Sorry Allen, I didn't think to remember that your wall has fingers." Leonard groaned, sitting up as he rubbed his head, eyes closed as he felt rather cold fingers pry around it. Opening his eyes, he chuckled at Barry half sitting in his lap checking him over.
"Well, you obviously haven't got a concussion." Barry grumbled, sniffling as he leaned back, swaying from the dizziness the cold was causing. Leonard took notice and pulled Barry close to him with a snort, standing himself up with the wall and carrying Barry bridal style back to the bed and lying down beside him once he got situated. "I'll steal you a new TV later."
Barry was obviously too sick to put up with this shit so he simply groaned and rolled his eyes before snuggling into Leonard's chest, clinging to him with a sigh. Leonard sighed back, curling an arm around the speedster's thin body and pulling him close. "Sleep, Scarlet."
And if Joe casually came home to check on him only to find his foster son struggling like his life depended on it and deepthroating a soup spoon with convicted criminal Leonard Snart holding him down by his leg via a headlock position with a bowl in the other, he didn't say a word.
