Summer Cold

One of the mutants they had been fighting had some sort of illness-causing power. Hank was running some tests on Scott's blood now, but based on the symptoms, it wasn't that dangerous, just inconvenient. Nor was it contagious, based on some of what the mutant responsible had said."Scott, please just go to bed. We can handle the debrief without you." Jean insists in his head, staring at him intently while everyone piled into the meeting room, freshly showered and changed. Scott sniffles and gives her the mental equivalent of sticking his tongue out, childish as it may be.