Late Delivery: Hank x Henry
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It was technically past Christmas. Fine. But there were always some exceptions to the arbitrary rules of yore. And Henry being the Santa in training had a bit of leeway more than dad did.
The trouble was that wherever Beast was staying didn't have a fireplace and so he was coming down some sort of AC unit. And he seemed to be setting off some sort of alarm.
When he tumbled into the room, skittering to a halt just short of landing on his face, he was pleasantly surprised to see he'd found the right guy.
He hoped the idea of who he was came across. He did have the red jacket on and the red velvet pants, though he favored Carharrts more than his dad's favorite black boot brand.
"Hi! Sorry. I think I- I'm- I'm Santa!" He said over the alarms if they were still blaring. "Hello. And Hank McCoy, I have a very special christmas gift for you-" he said with a smile.