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No matter how cold you were, nothing could lessen the joy you felt when seeing the school grounds covered in snow. Delicate snowflakes continued to fall from the sky as your feet crunched over the frosty ground.
Looking around, you spotted various students building snowmen and making snow angels. You smiled at seeing their joy, and silently thanked Charles for allowing them a day off to celebrate the first snow of the season.
Your peaceful mid-day walk in the snow seemed to come to a sudden halt when a clump of snow smacked against your upper shoulder, sending white powder all over and making you stumble in surprise. Spinning around, you thought you’d see one of the students laughing at the sudden assault. But seeing no one near you, you frowned in confusion. Within a second another snowball smacked against your back, but this time, just as you spun around, though you did not see someone clearly, you did manage to see a blur of motion.
Upon the realization of who it was, you looked around carefully and called out. “Peter!”
Suddenly, as he appeared a few feet in front of you with an amused smile on his face, and snowballs in each hand, you pointed at him. “Don’t you dare!”
A smirk, followed by movement caused you to let out a yelp of fear as you moved to dodge the snowball. Managing to do so just barely, you began to scramble to make a snowball of your own, though you were sure you’d never be able to hit him. As you spun around, another ball of snow smacked against your chest making you gasp. No longer seeing Peter around you yelled out. “It’s not a fair snowball fight if you use your powers!”
A few short moments passed with no sight of him, before his voice suddenly came from behind you. “You’re right.”
Spinning around, you were suddenly surprised as he smashed a fistful of snow onto the top of your head. Letting out an amused and surprised gasp, you quickly jumped forward, latching onto him so that he could not disappear without at least taking you with him. He let out an amused chuckle, before you smashed your own snowball against his head.
“Hey!” He called out as you began to laugh.
Grabbing you, he knocked you down to the ground with laughter before he started shoving armfuls of snow on top on you, as though he was attempting to bury you.
Laughing, you turned to crawl away, while forming a snowball. Turning around, you threw it, hitting him in the stomach. Picking up another snowball himself, he pelted you with it as you held up your arms in defense.
Suddenly, a snowball, coming from nearby hit Peter smack in the face, making you yelp in surprise and amazement, and Peter to look around stunned. Turning, you see Ororo nearby, Jean next to her suppressing a laugh. “What the hell Storm!?” Peter yelled, though not actually angry.
She lifted her arms up with a grin, “What? I was simply defending my friend.” She said while motioning towards you.
You and Peter locked eyes as you grinned at him, amused at the turn of events. “So not fair.” He said with a frown as you giggled.
Upon seeing Ororo beginning to pick up more snow, you, Jean and Peter prepared yourselves as well. Scrambling to your feet, you ran to a nearby tree and hid behind it. And seeing both Scott and Hank walking towards you all, you threw your snowball at them, in an attempt to surprise them. Hitting Hank in the shoulder, you succeeded in surprising the both of them.
They looked around in surprise, as Jean, who saw your attack, also threw a snowball, nearly hitting Scott. Scott immediately understood what was happening, and with a smile, began to form his own snowball, while Hank stared at all of you, unsure of whether he should participate. But as another snowball, thrown by Peter hit him square in the chest, he decided he had no choice but to retaliate.
Within the next few minutes, you all began to pelt snowballs at one another. Laughter and screams echoed around the school grounds. Nearby, some younger students watched in amusement, as Charles, from his office window watched with joy.
After hitting both Ororo and Scott, they began to retaliate in kind, and Hank, seeing you as an open target, began to throw snowballs at you too, Jean soon followed. “Hey!” You yelled with a laugh as you began to dodge the sudden onslaught “That’s not fair!”
Peter, having been gathering an armful of snowballs, turned at the sound of your voice, seeing that you were being ganged up on, decided to do something about it.
As you spun around, to see if your attackers were still targeting you, you saw, in a matter of seconds, all four of them being pelted with numerous snowballs at the same time, catching them off guard. At the moment you realized only Peter could have done that, you were suddenly whooshed away, and with a dizzy shake of your head, found yourself in Peter’s arms, behind a nearby tree.
Looking up at him, he smiled at you in amusement as you both heard the others complain with a cacophony of comments.
“Peter!”
”No powers!”
”Not cool dude!”
You let out a giggle as Peter peaked out behind the tree and called out, “It’s no less fair than all of your ganging up on one person!”
The others shared a brief look and seemed to agree that he had a point, before all of them began to scoop up snow again, once again attacking one another.
You and Peter grinned at each other, locking eyes for a moment before he smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Your nose is frozen.” He commented and you giggled.
“Of course it is, my whole body is.” You said.
Wrapping his arms around you, he rubbed his hand up and down in an attempt to warm you. You smiled at his cuteness before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on!” You suddenly exclaimed before pulling away and gathering snow.
Peter watched you for a moment with an adoring smile before he began to gather snow as well. After you both had an ample pile of snowballs, you began to throw them at the others, continuing the snowball fight with glee.
The cold, wet snow soaking your clothes did not bother you, the numbness in your toes, ears and nose did not deter you. Your joy at engaging in childish fun with your friends, outweighed the freezing cold.
Though there was a thought at the back of your mind that was sure you would be in bed with a cold the next day, you did not care now. Because no matter how you felt tomorrow, right now, you would relish in your happiness and fun.