Things my lady wife and I ponder

[commodorified]

... what the Avengers dress up as for Hallow'een.

I suggest that Tony Stark is probably the guy in the This Is My Costume t-shirt.

Your theories are welcome, as is your commentfic

Comments

[redbird]

Maybe they'll all go as Big Bird this year.

[executrix]

I don't ship Natasha/Tony but she would definitely dress up as Joan of Arc and he'd go for the "Hello, my name is God" nametag.

[marinarusalka]

Comics Tony has canonically dressed up as Captain America for a costume party.

Movie Tony might do it to, but he'd claim he's doing it ~ironically.~

[emceeaich]

Tony dresses as Sherlock Homes, they hot glue some cogs to his chest gizmo.

"Verily, is that Steampunk?" demanded the Son of Odin as he adjusted his mask and cape.

"Steampunk is big, i'm big, so it's steampunk." Stark said has he pour a couple of fingers of scotch into a tumbler.

"There are whole tumblr's full of bad steampunk, Tony, and compared to Tuxedo Thor, you're not big," said Pepper Pots, dressed as Sailor Moon, walking into the penthouse open space atop Avengers Mansion.

Then Bruce Banner walked in wearing a Elmo fur suit and everyone lost it laughing.

[resonant]

Bwah!

The kidlet says they all dress up as each other. But the way I picture that working is:
they go their separate ways, and on Halloween, all of them show up dressed as Black Widow.

Except Natasha, who shows up dressed as Nick Fury.

[curgoth]

And Nick Fury dressed as RIGHTBEHINDYOU!

[cleverthylacine]

At private parties, I would imagine Tony might JUST wear the male equivalent of the Sexy _____ costume.

Since you asked...

[windtear]

"*What* is *that*?" Steve asked, his eyes wide.

Natasha looked down her nose at him with regal hauteur, a not-insignificant accomplishment considering their height difference, although the high-heeled court shoes did make up some of the difference. "Catherine the Great was one of the most effective generals who ever lived," she informed the American in a withering tone as she swept her skirts elegantly around her, and neglected to mention the two (period!) gold-handled pistols stashed in the wig.

Clint snickered, and adjusted his lincoln-green hunting cap. Nobody had been surprised when Robin Hood wandered into the living room, especially with Clint's very most favourite of all his favourite bows slung over his shoulder. Perhaps it was for the best nobody had looked closely at his quiver.

Thor bounced into the room, and boomed, "Ah, good, th'art prepared!"

"Nice costume," Clint commented. "I haven't seen anybody dressed as a lightning bolt outside a TV commercial before."

"Truly?" Thor beamed. "But it is so appropriate!"

"For you," Bruce said as he walked in. His hair was spikey and his cheeks artfully dusted with what was probably not soot (JARVIS and the cleaning 'bots would have had an electronic fit had there been any in Stark Tower for Bruce to use) and a white lab coat draped over his nice button-down shirt and chinos.

"Bruce," Clint said flatly, "the Mad Scientist look is good, but Hallowe'en is for costumes."

"Bruce doesn't have to change if he doesn't vant to," Tony said in a bad movie Transylvanian accent as he sauntered in, looking both dapper and, to Steve, disturbingly like his late grandfather in his full formal black dinner suit and red-lined cape. "And *vho* are *you*, Steve?"

Steve shrugged, feeling the striped jersey shift on his shoulders as he turned to display the back. "Does anybody still know about Babe Ruth?"