Uniform
Halloween was always his favorite holiday. Since he was a kid, he’d loved dressing up and going out to get free candy. It was one of the few times he’d be allowed to leave without an army of body guards too, since he would be wearing a mask.
When he got older, that really didn’t change. He just traded trick or treating with parties. But he never lost his love of dressing up and pretending, for a small amount of time, that he was someone entirely different.
Being a part of the Avengers changed nothing. Tony refused to give up one of his few traditions. They were going to have a costume party in the tower, no matter what any of them said. They should just be glad that he allowed Pepper to narrow down the list to exclude any random people or press who may try to sneak in. There’d only be about a hundred people in attendance. Small compared to Tony’s previous soirees.
The guest list hadn’t been the biggest issue, however. That came to light when Tony had decided to assign costumes to the entire team. No one seemed to like their choice. None so much as Clint.
“I am not wearing that, Tony,” he growled. “There’s no way in hell.”
“You’re the last to agree, Katniss. All the others are taken.”
“Tough.”
Tony sighed, eyeing the Hawk for a long moment before shrugging, “Fine then. I’ll trade you.”
Clint raised an eyebrow, “You’d wear this,” he held up his atrocious excuse for a costume. “Instead of that,” he pointed to the fabric draped over Tony’s shoulder.
Again the engineer shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me.” He tossed the costume onto Clint’s head and snatched away the unwanted one before turning and walking away before the bowman could react.
That night, as people milled about, the Avengers trickled in on by one. First to emerge was Thor, grinning widely as he strutted out in his own custom made Iron Man costume. Then came Steve, decked out in Clint’s black uniform, bow and quiver included. Natasha followed, strutting around with a fake hammer swinging from her arm and a chest plate gleaming in the flashing lights. Clint appeared behind her a few seconds later, smirking in his own Captain America suit.
“What’s with the face?” she asked, swinging her hammer from side to side absentmindedly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he grinned. Shooting a look over his shoulder quickly, he leaned down so only she would hear him over the pounding of the music, “Have you noticed what costume is missing, and who is missing with it?”
She tilted her head to the side, gaze traveling around the room as she thought. Her eyes widened comically when she realized what he was implying.
“You don’t mean…”
He grinned again a second before Tony emerged, a spot light glaring down on him in all his Black Widow glory.