The Flash Imagines

Icy Inferno

Summary: Barry gets jealous when a new metahuman comes to town with his sights set on you.

"This is definitely the last time I am ever coming over to your apartment," Sighed Barry. He was currently slumped against your kitchen island while you scurried around preparing a meal large enough to satiate Barry. On tonight's menu was pasta with your special sauce that Barry couldn't seem to get enough of.

At first, he attempted to help but after he accidentally bumped your hip and caused you to nick yourself with the knife, you'd forced him to sit down and out of the way.

"You practically invited yourself over for the night, Barry; don't blame this on me," you rebutted.

"Don't get me wrong, y/n," He groaned, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to keep it away from his face. "I love spending time with you; you're a blast. I just can't handle your eighty degree apartment." He dramatically fanned himself as if he was dying of a heat stroke though he hasn't even broken a sweat.

You carefully turned to burner down to simmer, seeing as you weren't in the mood to deal with a grumpy, hungry Barry if the food was burned because of your bickering, before you twirled around to face him. Let the fight begin.

"First of all," You pointed the wooden spoon at him in the most menacing way possible. "You came here on your own. I was in no way forcing you at all to come here. Second, it's only around seventy in here because that's as low as I can have it without freezing my bones." While the conclusion of that statement was a slight exaggeration, that's what it felt like whenever the temperature dropped below seventy or so degrees.

Walking around the city in an overwhelmingly puffy and warm coat even in warm weather normally caught some strange looks but after nearly two years of this you began to get used to them. After spending the day wrapped up in blankets and coats, it was nice to finally be able to step into your warm house, slip into something less smothering and just relax.

You were blessed with the power of ice and water manipulation but it had its downsides seeing as it drastically lowered your internal body temperature and the team still has yet to find a way to fix this problem.

Barry was lucky enough to have a normal body temperature and didn't quite understand your daily struggle of avoiding hypothermia.

"I'm just saying; we could always turn the heat down and just pile ourselves under a mound of blankets and cuddle together to keep you warm while we watch Friends." His suggestion made your face heat up, causing you to duck down in order to hide from Barry's observant stare. Cuddling with Barry was probably your favorite pastime and one sure fire way to get you to turn the heat down. He knew this and was perfectly content with using it to his advantage.

As if the world didn't want that to happen, your phone vibrated with a new text message almost on cue.

From Cisco:

We have a visitor down at STAR Labs that I think you guys should come meet. Hurry here, ASAP.

Dinner would have to wait. "Duty calls," you sighed, showing Barry the text message before he scooped you up and zoomed off to STAR Labs with precious cargo in his arms.

-

You entered the lab expecting to see destruction but, much to your surprise and relief, everything seemed fine, normal even.

"Cisco?" Barry called out after he set you safely back down onto the ground.

"In here!" His voice rang from the metahuman prison quarters.

You both trekked down there, still expecting to see something out of place but were once again surprised to see Cisco sitting on a picnic chair facing a new prisoner.