Irondad & spiderson One shots {open}

Clowns...?

*3RD POV*

"I could totally scare you Mr. Stark."

"Sorry Pete, but you're probably as scary as a puppy."

"Nah ah!" "Yep. Sorry Kid. I don't make the rules," Tony grinned, crossing his arms.

"Gotta agree with Tony on this one spiderling." Clint said, walking through the kitchen and snatching a carton of orange juice out of the fridge. Tony glared at the man as he watched him drink it straight from the carton, as he usually does.

Peter mimicked Tony's position, narrowing his eyes. "You guys just haven't seen that side of me yet."

Sam cackled from the couch, obviously eavesdropping on their conversation. "Yeah, totally."

"Hey!"

"Here, I'll give you a chance this weekend kid. We're doing a little Halloween party. If you can manage to scare me, I'll get you and Leeds whatever Star-wars merch you want." "Wait really?! Can I bring him?"

"Go for it. You'll need all the help you can get."

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Tony tightened his bow tie, staring at his costume in the mirror.

"I've gotta admit Pep, these look great." "I know," she replied smoothly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The two of them were dressed as what Tony would call sophisticated zombies. He wore an old suit of his, tore it up and made it dirty and bloody looking. Pepper did the same with an old dress. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, setting her head against his shoulder. "We look great."

Entering the living room, Sam and Bucky were laughing hysterically at an unamused looking Steve in a dinosaur costume.

"I don't know how you convinced me to do this," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I- oh my god," Sam wheezed, falling back into hysterics once again. He rubbed tears that pricked his eyes. "Buck it's your turn dude." "As fun as this has been, no." "What? C'mon man!" "Nope. I'd rather enjoy the view of Stevie in a Dino costume."

"Buck, I'm on the verge of taking this off and burning it."

"No you're not." "B, c'mon I got you one too!" "I've already got my costume on." "What are you then?" "Me." "Why?" "I like me." "I-"

"The hell's going on here?" Sam snorted, "Unimportant now that you're standing here, Nick Wilde." "Robin Hood," he corrected with a grin, placing his hands on his hips proudly. "My kids picked it out."

A ding sounded, and everyone looked over to the elevator. Rhodes walked out in a space suit.

"Rhodey!" Tony gasped, "You're not wearing the costume I got you!" The man huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. "I refuse to ever go anywhere in a platypus outfit. Unlike you, I care about how I present myself." "Says the man that just walked into my tower as a tacky astronaut." "First of all, Carol picked it out. Second, you're one to talk, that suit looks like you got it from Peter's tech dumpster behind his apartment-"