imaginesteverogerss answered:
Steve wanted to wear
comfortable pants and a button-down.
Maybe some fake glasses or even a lab coat.
Steve was instead standing
in tight purple booty shorts and nothing else.
Bucky walked in, clad in
purple and black with a Nerf crossbow strapped across his back. “That’s a great
color on you.”
“I hate you.”
“Not my fault. You agreed that we’d go to the Halloween
party as whatever result we got. Not my fault you’re an angerball all of
the time.”
Clint swaggered in,
brandishing the plastic shield. “The
suit really does something for your posture.”
He smiled at Steve. “Nice
shorts.”
Steve didn’t have time to
respond before he was busy wondering where Thor got a catsuit in his size.
“Friends! Is this not a most amusing costume?”
Steve was pretty sure the
suit would rip if Thor took a deep breath.
“Its…it’s something,
alright.” Natasha’s voice was amused,
though she was busy adjusting her wings.
“Sam won’t give me his real kit.”
“We’d never get you to
come down.” Clint smirked.
“I want a do-over.” Tony walked into the room in his Iron Man
suit. “How come Thor gets to be Natasha? I can be mysterious. I’m sultry.
I look great in a onesie.”
“Thor has better hair.” Clint didn’t look up from adjusting his
utility belt, but still managed to block the pen Tony whipped at his head with
his plastic shield.
Tony’s sigh turned into a
wide smile. He’d finally caught sight of
Steve. “Ok, Daisy Dukes, let’s go get
this over with. The Charity Costume Gala
was your idea.”
With a resigned sigh, Steve
led the way to the elevators. With any
luck, the ballroom on the thirty-seventh floor would be warmer.
