A/N Requested by WhiteInspiration 

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"Are you coming trick or treating this year?" Ned asked as the two swapped essays to proofread them in English class. Most of the class were talking, and the teacher had left the classroom to talk to another teacher. 

"Yeah I guess, are we gonna go to your street again? They always have the best lollies there." 

"Yep! Omg I am so dressing up as Princess Leia again!" Ned said excitedly, hitting the end of his pen repeatedly against the desk with his fingers. 

"I wanna dress up as Thor," Peter boasted- he'd always had a bit of a man crush on the god, but didn't they all? 

The teacher came back into the classroom, which immediately quietened into hushed whispers. 

"Have you got a costume? Halloween's in two days." Ned whispered, holding the sheet up as they both ducked behind it, pretending they were reading. 

"It shouldn't be too hard to get one, maybe I can see if I can borrow mjolnir for the costume." 

"You can lift it?" Ned asked, eyes widening in shock. Peter frowned. 

"Can't everyone? It's not heavy- though I guess I do have super strength..." 

"But I read that you can only lift it if you're worthy!" Ned hissed. 

"Pffff, that's probably all bull. If it were true, I wouldn't be able to lift it, would I?" 

Ned frowned. "You don't think you're worthy?" He questioned, lowering the paper slightly absentmindedly. 

Realising his mistake, Peter backtracked. "I mean, Thor is really awesome and not everyone would be the same-"

"But you're Spider-man!" Ned said loudly. 

Peter whipped his head around to check for listeners, then turned back to Ned. "Not so loud!" He whispered. 

"Sorry. But you can lift it, so you must be worthy." Ned said. 

Peter shrugged. "See if you can sleep over tomorrow, we can watch a horror movie afterwards once everyone else is asleep- I doubt mum or dad would let me watch one, last time I came into their room because of nightmares." 

Ned snorted, quickly covering it with his hand, causing Peter to scowl at him.

"Hey! Remember the best friend code from year two? No laughing." 

Ned clapped his hands together, laughing, his shoulders quaking. "I'm sorry man, but you'd think being Spider-man you'd be less scared of these things." He said, still giggling. 

"I'm not scared, it's just my subconscious." 

Ned shook his head and slapped Peter's shoulder good naturedly. "Sure Peter, whatever you say." 

"It's true!" Peter protested, and suddenly the classroom was deadly silent. Peter and Ned looked at the front, only to find their English teacher folding her arms, sending a glare in their direction.  

"Is there anything you'd like to share with the class boys?" She asked with a sickly sweet smile, revealing her unbrushed teeth. 

"Peter still gets sc-"

Peter slapped a hand over Ned's mouth before he could say anything else. "Nothing miss," he told her. "Sorry for interrupting." 

The teacher went back to talking about the essay structure and other nonsense, so Peter sent a glare in Ned's direction. 

****

Peter bounded into the communal floor, catching the apple Clint chucked at his head easily. He dropped his bag in the doorway for people to trip on like usual, only to pick it up again two seconds later when Steve told him to like usual. He didn't even have to look up from the video game he was learning to play- a barbie dress up game, which Tony told him was all the rage at the moment. (Little did he know, this was simply a prank. He would find this out later after he mentions it to a reporter on live television.)

"How was school?" Tony asked, typing away on his laptop at the dining table. 

"Good! Ned and I have decided to go trick or treating, so I'm gonna dress up as Uncle Thor." 

"Sounds great," said Tony absentmindedly, still not looking up. "Do yah need to order the costume? I can get it delivered today." 

"Okay!" Said Peter, sliding into the chair beside him and biting into his apple. He told Tony all about his day, and was happy to see that Tony was listening to him. 

"And then MJ was all like- you can't fit three sandwiches in your mouth Peter, and I was like 'yes I can' so I grabbed my three sausage and cheese sandwiches and I had them all crammed in and Ned was cheering for me and MJ was just watching, her face is literally unreadable 24/7 so it was hard to tell if she was impressed or not, but anyway then I saw this puppy walk past and it was really cute and I choked on my sandwiches and I had almost gotten them in there but the puppy distracted me!" Peter told him. "But I actually can fit three sandwiches in there, and MJ doesn't believe me now." 

"Uh huh," Tony said, clicking on something on the computer. "They're out of the Thor hammers, you good with just the armour?" 

Peter pouted. "But the costume isn't complete without the hammer!" 

"You'll work something out, maybe you can make one out of cardboard or something." 

Peter sighed, chucking his apple core over his shoulder and smiling at his achievement of managing to hit Clint right in the forehead- the grunting noise and swearword enough for him to know it had hit the right spot. 

Tony gave him a look when threw the apple core, but didn't say anything. 

"I'm not a bin Peter." Clint told him indignantly, chucking the apple core into the bin by the counter. 

"Oh, sorry, you smell so much like one I couldn't tell the difference." 

Clint choked on his spit, and Natasha smiled into her mug, her eyes dancing with amusement. 

"Ohhh! Fried!" Thor yelled loudly in his Shakespearean accent. 

Sam sighed loudly. "Thor it's burn- actually, you know what, I'm not even going to try." 

*****

It was the day of Halloween, and already, several children had stopped by the tower on their trick or treating. Avengers tower always had the avengers in the lobby, handing out different lollies and telling battle stories, well, that was mainly Thor. 

They always avoided Steve when they came, for he was that person who gave out apples and toothbrushes. 

Thor was rather popular, a large table of feast for people to pick out from- filled with platters of loaves of bread, homemade butter, cakes, grapes, and a lifetimes supply of pop tarts which he would snack on. He would tell the children exciting stories of battle, how he conquered the enemies, including all the gruesome details nobody wanted to know while they were eating.

Wanda would hand out Sokovian lollies, and Vision normally stood beside her with home baked goods that everyone had to pretend to like (except for a three year old who spat it back out onto the floor then trod on it and stuffed their mouth with grapes from Thor's feast). 

 Sam always had the classic American lollies that all the kids liked, and he would give extra to those dressed as Falcon. 

Bucky normally handed out the lollies he liked as a kid, denying that he had eaten half of them before Halloween had even started, and Tony normally jacked up his ironman suit and handed out the expensive lollies, as well as tickets to various concerts, tours and other fun outings. 

Natasha and Clint began by handing out 'pretend' weapons, but were banned by Tony and instead handed out a bunch of random things they found in the communal floor, such as glitter, farting machines, bedazzlers, cough drops and a pair of tapdancing shoes. 

Overall, Halloween at the tower was fun, and Peter had managed to convince everyone to dress up that year. Thor looked the best in Wanda's outfit, and Clint was a close second in Natasha's outfit. Natasha had smashed half the building in Tony's suit, so she was banned from that and had to swap with Vision, who had started out in Clint's outfit but was given Tony's suit instead. Bruce didn't like the crowded lobby and didn't join in, but Steve and Bucky swapped outfits and Sam didn't trust anyone in his suit, and wore his own outfit. 

Peter ran into the lobby in his Thor outfit, a bright grin on his face. 

"Peter, son of Stark! What lovely armour you attire for such a joyous occasion." Thor complimented, smiling as he looked at Peter's costume. 

"Thank you Uncle Thor!" Peter chirped, tugging on the bottom slightly. 

"Where did you get the pretend hammer? It's very realistic." Thor looked at the detail on the hammer, so very similar to his own. 

"Uh, eBay." Peter said, obviously lying. 

Thor nodded, not quite believing him, but knowing he wouldn't be able to take his. Where was his anyway? 

Thor began searching around for his hammer- he had left it just by the table, he knew because he had laughed when Tony had tripped on it and put his elbow through a cake. 

Frowning, Thor lifted up the tablecloth, then looked around to look for it. It was not anywhere, so he lifted his hand up to summon it. It didn't come, which made him even more worried. Where had he put mjolnir? 

****

"I can't believe you got away with that!" Ned was saying as Peter and Ned walked down his street, buckets already almost full. 

"I know- he saw it and everything! I thought for sure he would notice. Hopefully he doesn't realise it's missing until after I put it down." 

Ned nodded, space buns bobbing, and unwrapped a small caramel, popping it into his mouth. So far they had been to several houses, and the sun was starting to set. Most people were very kind, then there was little old Mary who didn't get visitors often, and emptied literally a packet of lollies each into their buckets. Peter knew for sure he'd end up with a sugar rush again, and when he thought back to the last time that had happened.... he knew nobody wanted it to happen again. 

His thought was confirmed as his phone buzzed, and showed a message from Tony. 

Peter,Iamyourfather:

<time to come home kiddo, Happy's on his way

< is Ned coming?

PeterParkour:

<no, his mum said no

<can I watch a horror movie tonight?

Peter,Iamyourfather:

<of course not

<last time you came in crying saying there was a monster under your bed

<turned out there was, and they almost killed u, but not the point

PeterParkour:

<whatever

<Uncle Clint will say yes 😏

Peter,Iamyourfather:

<Peter no

<don't u dare

<Peter

<don't ignore me

Read at 5:53pm

<Peter

Peter stuffed his phone away, turning back to Ned, who had just stuffed a marshmallow into his mouth. 

"I have to go, Happy's about to come pick me up." He sighed. 

Ned deflated slightly. "Oh well, we have a good stash anyway. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." Peter replied, nodding. Happy's car stopped beside him and he clambered in, waving enthusiastically to Ned, who started heading back home. Normally Peter would see if he wanted a lift, but Happy wasn't that kind of person.

Once home, Peter hurried into the communal floor, tired. He dumped the hammer on the ground where he normally left his bag, then flopped on the couch, digging through the horror movies he was going to watch with Clint. He had messaged him in the car, so now it was a plan. 

Thor was sitting on the couch, patting his stomach contently, reading an asgaurdian book of poems. 

Steve walked in a few moments later, and tripped on the hammer. Peter shrunk down in his seat, knowing the lecture that was about to come- don't leave stuff in the doorway. 

When Steve tried to lift it up, it wouldn't lift. 

"So you did take mjolnir!" Thor boomed, grinning triumphantly. 

"Uh, yeah I did, sorry Uncle Thor." Peter lowered his head at him and gave him his guiltiest looking puppy dog eyes, hoping he wouldn't get into trouble.

"It it no trouble young Stark," Thor told him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "But don't do it again. I was worried sick." He held out his hand and the hammer shot into his hand. 

Once Steve was finished with his hour long lecture on not leaving things in the doorways, Peter and Clint watched a horror movie that completely terrified Peter, then went to bed. 

Or rather, Clint did, Peter couldn't sleep and ended up sneaking into Bucky's room, sleeping beside him throughout the night because he knew Bucky didn't mind and would probably murder anyone who tried to hurt him without hesitation.