It had taken Darcy a few days to finish her pumpkin carvings, but she was quite satisfied with the result and was now arranging them on a table in the main room.

She had yet to ask Tony if she could decorate the room, but since she was going to do it anyway no matter what he said and it wasn't likely that he would say no she had gone ahead and started already.

"Clint, will you grab me those tea-lights?" she asked waving her hand toward the bags of halloween things she had collected over the years and a few more recent things she had bought.

"These ones?" Clint asked holding up the box of little candles she had asked for.

"Yep," she she said moving Steve's pumpkin slightly.

"Why so many?" he asked as he brought them over.

"I want the pumpkins to be well lit." she explained as she opened the box Clint handed her. "I got enough for them to have four candles each, I thought about doing eight, but then I decided that might be over kill."

"Definitely over kill." Clint agreed as he started helping her put them in the pumpkins.

It didn't take them long to turn on all the tea-lights and place them inside and they were soon standing back admiring the display.

"I have to say, you are an amazing pumpkin carver and my pumpkin is the best." Clint remarked.

"I would say Natasha's is the best." Darcy responded. "Though Thor's is a close second."

"I would say you are biased." Clint told her. "But since you are not talking about Coulson's pumpkin, because you did not even make one for him, I will have to admit to being the biased one here."

"I would not be biased towards such a pumpkin." Darcy said glaring at him.

She knew Clint was right and that she most certainly would be, but that was not something she would ever admit to.

"Is that why you are blushing?" Clint teased a wide grin on his face.

"I am not blushing." Darcy denied.

"Yes you are." Clint said and if it was possible Darcy thought his grin widened.

"No I am-" Darcy cut herself off. "You know what, I am done arguing with you. Just go set up that skeleton." she waved her hand at the box with said skeleton in it.

"That's just because you know I'm right." Clint said picking up the box and moving to a clear space on the floor.

Darcy ignored him and dug through her bags until she found the rolls of black and orange crape paper streamers that she had bought.

She wanted to hang it up above the windows and doorways.

A little while later as Darcy was standing on a chair taping some of the black and orange streamers to the top of one of the doorway, she heard a loud cracking noise.

"What the hell was that noise?" she asked twisting around to look at Clint, but in doing so, she lost her balance and fell off of the chair, but before she hit the ground someone caught her and set her on her feet.

"Thanks." Darcy said as she she turned her head to look up at her rescuer and found herself looking up into the eyes of Secret agent man. "Oh, hi."

She suddenly realized that she was standing really close to him and stepped back quickly stumbling into the chair behind her and almost tripped, but Secret agent man put a hand on her arm to steady her.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." Darcy assured him though she was pretty sure that blush Clint had been talking about had come back full force.

He didn't look like he quite believed her, but he dropped his hand back to his side and stepped back.

It was then that she remembered why she had fallen off the chair in the first place and she turned to look at Clint who sat on the floor next to a partly built skeleton and several skeleton parts scattered around him, a wide grin plastered to his face.

"What was that noise?" she asked again.

"Um," he said glancing down at the pieces in his hands. "I may have broken one of the bones and this skeleton is stupid."

"Well you better find a way to fix him, because he is important and his name is Bob."

"It was an unopened box!" Clint exclaimed. "How can it already have a name?"

"Bob is offended that you called him an it." Darcy told him in mock annoyance and she thought she heard Secret agent man chuckle. "And you need to fix him."

Clint looked down at the broken bone before he looked up at her again.

"I will find someway to fix it." he affirmed. I meant him, I totally said him."

"Of course you did," Darcy said sarcastically.

"Yes, that's my story and I am sticking to it." Clint insisted. "Now if you will excuse me, I am going to find something to fix him."

Clint left and Darcy glanced at Secret agent man, before turning back to the chair and carefully climbing back up to continue taping up her streamers.

"I like your pumpkin carvings." Secret agent man told her.

"Thank you." Darcy said not turning to look at him as she was afraid she would fall again if she did so.

"What are you doing to my tower?" someone asked and Darcy didn't need to look to know it was Tony.

"I am getting ready for halloween." She she told him as she finished with the streamers and turned carefully and took Secret agent mans offered hand as she climbed down. "What do you think?"

Tony looked around before turning back to her.

"I like the pumpkins, though I think mine should be in the middle as it is clearly the best." he said. "But since there is no middle I'd be willing to share with Bruce."

"I'm not changing that." Darcy said. "Unless you make me a really good deal."

"I think I can do that." Tony agreed.