Let it Snow
When Steven Strange stepped out of the portal, Iron Man had a repulsor aimed at his chest. In retrospect, perhaps he should have warned Tony Stark before showing up in the middle of his workshop.
“Hello Tony,” he said evenly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Strange?” Tony asked, not lowering the hand aimed at the doctor’s chest.
“I can’t just stop by for a friendly visit?” Strange said, apparently unfazed by the weapon pointed in his direction.
“Sure you could,” Tony snapped. “If we were friends, which we’re not. Or if you showed up in the lobby, which you didn’t. Or even if you called ahead to say ‘hey, we need to chat, can I drop by your workshop in my portal?’, which I noticed a distinct lack of.”
“My apologies, Anthony,” Strange said smoothly. “I’ll have to remember that next time.”
Tony bristled. “How about we make sure there isn’t a next time?”
“Of course, of course. And how is your friend James doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.”
Tony’s hand twitched, and he had to concentrate on not repulsoring his visitor in the chest. It was a hard fought battle, especially after Strange noticed the twitch and raised his eyebrow knowingly. People might call Tony an egotistical bastard, but at least he was charming about it. Strange was just a prick.
“Rhodey? He’s good. He’s great. He’s got this weird thing for one of my mail carriers, but we all need hobbies I guess,” Tony rambled. “Is there a reason you decided to show up unannounced in the middle of my workshop?”
“Ah, yes, I meant to deliver this,” Strange said, holding a flash drive out. “I heard about your most recent charity effort and figured I would make a contribution.” When Tony didn’t take it, he shrugged and tossed it on a workbench.
“Thanks,” Tony said stiffly. “I’ll make sure to include that. Your complimentary copy will be available in December for the low price of $250.”
Strange raised an eyebrow.
“It’s for charity. Now get out of my workshop.”
“As you wish.” Strange made a complicated hand gesture and stepped through the portal that appeared. “Happy holidays,” he called over his shoulder before the portal closed up.
"Oh, the weather outside is frightful
How about Hong Kong, it's so delightful
And there's no place we can't go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Man it doesn't show signs of stoppin'
Let's hit the beach, I hear it's poppin'
The city sights from down below
Let us go, let us go, let us go
When we finally say good-night
How you'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really ask me nice
All the way home you'll be warm.
And the fire is never dying
And, my dear, there's no such thing as 'Good-bye', hm?
But as long as you need me so
Let it show, let it show, let it show"