Superfamily One Shots

MoF Day 23: Halloween

Tony checked his phone for the fourth time since sitting down to breakfast. His coffee had gone cold a while ago (he was barely sipping at it) and his toast and eggs were half-eaten and long forgotten. The man shook the whole table with his bouncing leg, a bad habit he had picked up as a kid.

"Tony, really. It's not even 10 in the morning." Pepper lifted her own coffee mug to avoid it spilling as Tony continued to bounce his leg. "You've got the entire day before he'll be here."

It was Halloween, and seeing as Peter wasn't accustomed to trick or treating in the nice part of town, Tony had offered to take him around. Once that got around, though, the whole team was in on it, some of them even planning matching costumes. Apparently, Clint had the perfect idea for him and Natasha.

"I need a really good costume, though! I haven't even thought of anything!" Tony's voice was reaching that whiney pitch, where every word was dragged out. Pepper rolled her eyes.

"Try to think of something, then. Have you talked to the others? What are they going to dress up as?"

The billionaire sighed dramatically. "I don't know! Clint and Natasha are being all secretive, Steve and Bucky and Sam wouldn't say what they were going as but I'm pretty sure I saw Bucky with a sombrero last night, and Bruce just said 'I am my own costume. I'm going to be a scientist.'" Tony did a mocking voice to imitate Bruce, flapping his hands. "And Peter is being a little jerk and not telling me anything!"

Pepper suppressed a giggle. "So come up with your own thing!"

Tony paused for a moment, his leg going still as the gears in his head churned. "I could do that. I have some stuff don in the lab. Some... Yeah. Yeah! I've got it!"

Pepper watched her husband practically launch himself from the table and sprint to the elevator, shaking her head at all the fuss over Halloween.

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Tony bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting in the lobby. The team, not to mention Peter, was supposed to be getting there any minute, and Tony could hardly wait.

Bruce was the first one to show up, dressed in a lab coat and what appeared to be old-school lab goggles. The ones that left horrible lines on your face and forehead.

"Hey," Tony said. "Nice costume. You look like a college student."

Bruce laughed. "Yeah, 'cause the grey coming in really screams my 20's. Are you seriously going like that?"

Tony nodded, a fire in his eyes. "Yeah. You got a problem with it?"

Bruce looked Tony up and down. The man was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, a science pun half-visible under the red sweatshirt.

"I just don't know what you're supposed to be."

Tony shrugged. "You'll get it."

Clint and Natasha were the next to show up. Clint waddled through the door, Natasha following close behind him. They were both dressed in... jars? As the two spies got closer, it became apparent they were a pair of peanut butter and jelly jars, with Clint sporting the peanut butter and Natasha in the jelly. To top it all off, Clint had a peanut shaped hat perched on his head and Natasha, poor Natasha, had a bunch of grapes on hers.

"Are you two going out like that? Where people can see you?" Bruce wheezed out through laughs. Tony was too busy cackling to even try to speak.

"I think we're adorable!" Clint announced, putting his hands on his hips, or, rather, putting his fists on the sides of his very wide and very large jar costume.

"At least we aren't dressed as Bacon and Eggs, that was his first pick."

Tony was still wheezing when Steve, Bucky, and Sam came through the doors, each one wearing matching sombreros, ponchos, and sporting fake mustaches.

"What are you guys supposed to be?"

"The three caballeros," Steve explained. "From that old Disney movie!"

"Whatever," Tony said. "At least you aren't dressed as some three-way food combination. That sounded... not good."

Everyone laughed at that, save Steve who just sported an angry blush.

"And what are you supposed to be, huh? A teenager?" Steve asked Tony, pointing a finger.

"Actually, yes. I'm Peter."

"You're me?" Peter asked, coming through the front doors. "Like, not even Spiderman, just... me? Peter Parker?"

Tony beamed. "Yup! All you, baby!"

Peter sent him a lopsided smirk. "Great minds think alike then."

Tony took a closer look at the way Peter was dressed. A suit, tailored and clean, but there was a smudge of oil across Peter's cheek, and his hair was slicked back. A pair of sunglasses poked out from Peter's front pocket.

"Pepper helped with the suit and glasses and getting the hair right, and May smudged my cheek. They said I looked as close as I could without actually being you."

Tony didn't bother brushing away the stray tear on his cheek. "I think you look like a million bucks."

"You look better," Peter joked.

"Oh, goody, now we have to put up with sappy Tony all night," Clint moaned. "And no one even noticed how good my costume was!" Natasha elbowed him. "Our costumes," he corrected himself.

"You all look very nice, yadda yadda, Tony still wins. Can we go now?" Peter asked, tilting his head to the side and looking at the team with wide eyes.

"Sure," Tony agreed, taking the teen's shoulder as he led everyone back to the front doors of the lobby. "But just got to do one thing first."

Pulling out his phone, Tony snapped a quick picture of him and Peter together, making sure you could tell from what little costumes were showing that they were dressed as one another. The man quickly sent it to Pepper and May, with the same caption.

Best Halloween ever. Thank you.