Santa Baby
Scott shifted nervously, still a bit uneasy about being at the compound. He kind of expected Sam to jump out from behind a corner or something if he was honest. That…. Might…. Be the reason he scheduled his studio time when he had it on good authority the other held classes at the local VA center.
“You about ready in there, Magic-Eraser?” Tony asked, voice coming through the speakers in the room.
Scott blinked, “Magic what now?”
“Magic Eraser.” Tony repeated, smirking as he twirled in his chair, “I’m not completely sold on it, but since you brought your tiny-tot along I’m keeping it clean for you.” The smirk became a full blown grin.
“Ow. That was a bad pun, Tony. And I should know. Have you met Luis? He breathes them.” Which was only slightly unfair to his friend, since most people saw an mexican ex-con and instantly assumed he was a dumb thug. He wasn’t dumb. Just easily excitable. While Luis wasn’t the smartest in the gang, no one would deny he was the most cultured. He had been the one to help Scott with the lyrics for his song.
“I wont have you talking bad about my buddy Luis. Nope.” Tony wagged his finger at Scott as he waved Thor into the recording booth. “You know, that man has impeccable taste in cars?”
“Yes, he most certainly does.” Thor agreed, “Was he not the one to provide our Man-of-Ants with his mighty van?”
Scott coughed, “Wow, will you look at the time. Really, Cassy’s probably wondering where I am.”
“Ah yes. Your child; with the strange beast that accompanies her. We should not keep her waiting.” Thor nodded sagely.
Tony was definitely fighting the urge to laugh at the description of Antonette the ant. “You heard Point Break. Whenever you’re ready.” The overly personable bots waved in agreement as the music came on.
“Here goes nothing….
Santa-Tony, slip a suit under the tree for me
Been an awful good bug
Santa-Tony, and hurry down the elevator tonight”
Watching as his friends laughed, both obviously amused made it a lot easier to belt out the lyrics in his best singing voice, which really honestly wasn’t all that good as Hope had pointed out to him.
“Santa-Tony, we want a yacht and really that's not a lot
Out of jail all year
Santa Tony, and think of ya boyz tonight”
Scott nearly choked on his next few lines because of the look on Tony’s face, which was more than a little embarrassing. Especially since he’d just about be able to sing it in his sleep, Luis, Dave and Kurt had made him practice the whole song often enough.
"Santa-Tony, and fill my stocking with a duplex or six
I can make it fit!
Santa-Tony,…"