_kingofthedead_ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _kingofthedead_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2017-07-29 22:35:00 |
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When: June, during the musical plot
Where: Tony’s secret hangar lab
What: Working on T’Challa's ship, busting out into song
Rating/Warning: Low
Status: Complete
T’Challa smiled behind the welder’s mask as the purple glow of the modified welder illuminated the metal he was joining. They’d been putting together his personal craft from the Dreams for weeks now, he and Tony Stark, and it seemed they were finally nearing the end of the months long project. It’d taken forever, since the dreams had seen to give him everything in bits and pieces: the plans first, then half the materials weeks later, and then the last half of the materials weeks after that. Thankfully T’Challa had all the dream knowledge he needed to put together the ship, but the problem was the lack of compatible technology to do so. Thus, he’d had to recreate some Wakandan technology from what the dreams had given him, which meant reverse engineering one of his energy daggers in order to create a compatible welder. So far it was working.
Scooting out from under the ship that was held above him, he lifted the mask. He opened his mouth to ask his friend how he was doing, but suddenly he felt compelled to sing instead.
“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality.” Oh no, no!. Queen? Really?
Tony and T’Challa had been working on this project off and on, in secret, for weeks now. Tony was pretty impressed with it all, and it’d given him all sorts of ideas for things he could work on on his own. But so close to completion, Tony was focused on the craft without letting his mind wander. He was on a lift, leaning way over the top of the machine when he heard T’Challa’s creeper roll out from under the craft. He leaned back so he could see his friend, but paused when T’Challa started singing.
Oh. Oh, no. This happened before. Tony had a duet with Jarvis 2.0, and wasn’t really looking to repeat the scenario. But when he opened his mouth the next set of lyrics came out. “Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.” Crap crap crap.
T'Challa had hoped that perhaps his singing to Bast over the phone had been the only anomaly and he would thereafter be left alone in this new iteration of the OC madness they often experienced. But no, that clearly wasn't the case. He heard Tony's (rather good) voice sing out the next lyrics in return and he could see on his friend's face what he assumed was the same expression on his own: exasperation.
T'Challa didn't hate Queen. He just had to be in the mood to listen to it, and that mood was rare.
He tried to keep it in, but could feel the compulsion coming on. He sighed, set his tool aside and sang in his deep voice with his thick Wakandan accent, “'I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, because I'm easy come, easy go…” And he knew Tony would end up finishing those words.
Hey, they made a pretty amazing team, didn’t they? The duet was actually not too hard on the ears. Tony just didn’t like that he didn’t have a choice in the matter. If he’d decided to sing, that would have been one thing. But being forced into it? Not really Iron Man’s style.
Still, it could have been a whole lot worse.
“Little high, little low,” Tony joined in to sing with T’Challa, “any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me. To me….”
“To me,” T’Challa finished. It was weird singing it acapella without the music blaring from a stereo somewhere. But it was as if they didn’t need it. They were on key and everything.
And then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The silence that followed T’Challa’s last sung words extended, became a pregnant pause, until finally the two men just looked at each other expectantly.
T’Challa dared to speak. “I believe...it is over.” He looked uncertain for a moment, but indeed, the urge to sing was completely gone, like a passing moment of madness. Both men quietly went back to work. But at one point, T’Challa said from beneath the ship, “Let’s not ever mention this incident, hm? I don’t think I’d hear the end of it from Bast.”