"Wow, you really out did yourself, Stank," you say walking into the nearly empty room. The ground is covered in red streamers, and black and white decoration covers the rest of the room.

"You're here early," Tony says looking up from a Stark tablet ™. "About 30 minutes early."

"Had to assess the situation, make sure I didn't walk into a trap," you reply.

"Says the idiot literally dressed as Freddy Jones," Bucky laughs.

You shrug. "I set traps, not walk into them, Snake Plissken."

"Touché."

"Friday, can you tell everyone else to start heading down here? Party starts in 20 minutes!" Tony announces, still looking at the Stark tablet.

"Of course sir," her voice responds.

Loki walks in first, obviously dressed as Jack Skellington. "I have arrived."

"Sup! Nice costume," you say.

"Thanks," he smiles.

Abruptly you turn to Tony, "Oh! Tiny, who are you supposed to be?" you ask.

"I'm Dracula."

You sigh. "Boring."

"I'm joking, I'm actually Count von Count. I wasn't going to dress like Dracula to my own Halloween party, that would be embarrassing," Tony replies.

Next some of the team walks in, Clint and Sam bickering about copying each other's costumes.

"I choose to be a ghost first!" Clint argues.

"Yeah, well tell that to my Joanne's fabric order receipt from two weeks ago from when I ordered the white cotton that I needed to make my costume," Sam responds.

Clint stands there silent. "...I honestly don't know how to respond to that."

"Okay... I just have to formally announce that Bucky made me do this," Steeb announces, making you realize he dressed up as Bucky. "I had no choice in the matter."

You burst out laughing. "BAHAHA. Bucket, you're the best- HAHA!"

"I know," he says, flipping his hair back.

Wanda and Vision walk into the room, arm in arm. Wanda is dressed as a witch—which is extremely creative—and Vision is dressed as Data.

"How do we look?" She asks.

"Magnificent!" you answer.

Wanda smiles. "Thank you Y/n. You look magnificent yourself."

Bruce walks in, looking the same. "Before any of you say anything, I'm dressed as a famous scientist known as Bruce Banner. And that's the end of the conversation."

You finally look over at Nat, Rhodey, and Scott.

"So we have two ghosts, and now two ghostbusters," you say looking at Rhodey and Scott, who are both wearing near identical costumes. "This is definitely not going to cause any conflicts whatsoever."

"Nat you look amazing!" Wanda exclaims. "Great costume choice! Mortia Addams was a great idea!" 

"Thank you," she smiles.

You eventually sit down (more like fall) onto the couch, and as you do so, an orange portal appears and Strange walks through.

"I don't know why you're making me come to this stupid thing, Tony," Strange says.

"Because it's fun! And because I wanted you to," Tony replies, finally looking up from his Stark Tablet. "People should be arriving any minute now."

You look over at Strange, inspecting his costume. "No. Don't tell me you dressed up as Doctor Who."

"So what if I did?"

"It's cheesy as hell, that's what. First off, you're the time doctor of our world, and now you're dressing up as Doctor Who—who is literally another time doctor," you complain.

"That's the whole point, Y/n. Now, refreshments?"

"On the table in the back," Tony answers.

Within minutes, the place was bustling. There were at least 100 people, if not more. Most of the team (cough, tony, steeb, bruce, strange, and rhodey, cough) had been dragged away by other people leaving only a few of you left.

"I'm so boreddddd," you whine. "And hungry. All the food is gross though."

"That's because Stark will literally eat anything. I once saw him eat anchovies on pizza," Bucky shivers.

"Blasphemy," you reply. "And to believe I thought Tiny was cool."

Everyone falls back into silence and you sigh. Deciding to entertain yourself, you look around trying to find someone to terrorize when your eyes land on Peter. You slowly tip toe up to him.

"I know you're there Y/n," he says, turning to face you. Peter gestures to his ear, "Super hearing? Remember?"

"I do, but every once and a while I to try and see if I can go unnoticed despite it. I'm working on refining my skills on sneaking up on you," you shrug. "Anyways, who are you supposed to be?"

"...Mr. Stark," he answers.

"Ahh yes... how could I forget the seven year long tradition of dressing as the man in the Tin Can?" you ask rhetorically.

Before Peter could respond, Clint and Sam run right between you two, quickly followed by both Rhodey and Scott.

"Get back here you thieving ghosts!" Rhodey yells. "And give me back my cookie!"

"Finders keepers!" Sam yells back at him.

As Clint runs past Strange, he grabs the replica sonic screwdriver out of his hand, not even stopping for a second.

A random person in the crowd yells, "That ghost stole my watch!"

It's followed by gasps and Scott yelling, "We'll get you both, you delinquents!"

"Yeah, well I ain't afraid of no Ghostbuster!" Clint replies, causing Sam to snicker.

The two run out of the room, Rhodey and Scott following. The room stands in silence until Tony claps his hands.

"Alrighty," he chuckles. "That was unplanned but a good segway into my announcement!" Tony claps, gathering everyone's attention if it wasn't already on him. "I'm happy to tell everyone that Stark Industries will be releasing some new limited edition funko pops! There will be at least 4, who they're of? That's going to be a surprise! Anyways, back to your conversations! Enjoy the rest of the party everyone!"

"Looks like you have some new funko pops to add to your ever growing collection, Pete," you say.

"Guess so! I already have all the avengers and most of the more rarer ones of them as well! It'll be nice to have some Stark Industry variants of them. Oooo, maybe there will be one of Mrs. Potts!"

"Nice! I haven't seen them all in a while, I'll be looking forward to seeing it with the new editions! Anyways... I'm going to go see if any of the food is finally edible. Wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm good. I haven't talked with Mr. Stark since I got here yet. He's probably looking for me," Peter smiles.

"Alrighty! Tell him I said: Surfs up!" you say walking to the food table.

All the food looks, even less appetizing than before. Gross dips spread on even grosser looking crackers. And the stench wafting off it all is horrible. Why did no one ever tell you that Tony had some of the grossest tastes in food? He's usually really good with catering too, cakes and soups. All really gourmet stuff.

Well, you'll just complain on his mandatory after-the-party survey. It's not anonymous but it's not like that's ever stopped you.

Before you know it, everyone's cleaning up and you're still starving. "Mom..." you whine.

"Mhmm?" Nat asks.

"Can we get shawarma at that place you always talk about? I'm craving some tahini and pita, ooo and baklava!!"

"Sure," she smiles. "Let me just ask the others. Listen up losers! Do you all want to get shawarma?"

"Like old times?" Bruce asks.

"Yep, same place."

"I'm in!" Sam answers.

"Yeah, sure!"

"Yeah, why not," Bucky says.

Nat nods, "Okay so we're all in agreement? Shawarma?"

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y'all i'm so sorry this is extremely late (it's december sheesh) . i was almost done with this and i was like "go me! i'll actually get this out when i said i will!" and then at dinner my mom said "nate, dont you have an english paper, and a history paper to do?" and then a couple days later i found out i had another english and history papers to do, and a math and biology test came up and after that midterms- i'm fucking swamped

(the semester is almost over that's why i have so much work)

anyways, have a good day/night!! <33