This one was requested by shining_skies_12! And guest, I only make my characters swear if it's in the prompt, or if it feels genuinely in character for them. Especially with Lab Rats, I try not to swear because it's a kid show. As for my Marvel fics, the movies are rated PG-13, so there is more swearing in those, as well as any fandom that's TV-14/PG-13. But even then, I just try and make them swear as little as possible unless it's in character. Make sense?

And now, on with the story!

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Bree had been outside since after dinner, and Chase knew what she was thinking about. He also knew he had to put a stop to it. He knocked on the entrance to the terrace, shivering as he stepped outside. The snow fall wasn't exactly helping the situation. "You okay?" He asked, and his big sister turned around to face him. "It's freezing out here."

"What are you doing out here? You're supposed to be resting, or need I remind you that you got a concussion yesterday." She reminded him as his head started to throb again, but he decided to continue.

"And you're severely underdressed in 30 degree weather."

"Cold air helps me think."

"And gives you hypothermia." He retorted before sitting down on the chair that was facing her, and started to try and get her to open up, even if he knew exactly what was eating at her. "What are you freeze-thinking about anyway?"

"Just trying to clear my head about the mission. But I'm fine." She insisted, but Chase shook his head, trying to fight back the dizziness.

"Please don't push me away. I'm not going inside till you talk, and you know I get colder faster then you do."

"That's blackmail." Bree scoffed.

"No, that's clever. What's going on?"

"Look, it's my fault you got hurt. I pushed you into that wall."

"To get me out of the way of Roman and Riker. You saved me."

"But you still got hurt." Bree sniffled, but quickly wiped her eyes with her hand.

"Hurt or killed? I prefer hurt. Besides, I'm feeling better already. If anything, I'm going stir crazy cause Oliver and Kaz locked me out of anything electronic."

"Why did they do that?" Bree questioned, trying to lighten her spirits about the failed mission. "And can't you just hack your way back in?"

"Concussions and screens are something you do not mix, and I'm humoring them." Chase explained, getting a chuckle out of his sister, so he decided to return to their previous topic. "My point is, I don't blame you for it. You kept me from getting killed. Thank you."

Bree smiled, and wrapped her arms around her brother firmly for a quick hug. "You're welcome."

Chase nodded before feeling a violent shiver wrack his body. He had forgotten that it was snowing. "You ready to head back inside?"

Bree chuckled, and wrapped her arm around his shoulder before the two of them went inside into the warm, toasty penthouse.