You know what this chapter signifies? Five chapters left. That's right, enough to be counted on your fingers.
I'd like to credit Cucumbersrockursocks for giving me an idea to spin off of. Don't worry, I won't spoil the idea. I'm a nice person.
Also, one of you sneaky little reviews have found out what my ending plan is. If think it is you, or it is you, well then keep your mouth shut. Ssssssh. You're not allowed to guess until I post the next chapter, which I realize gives like, everything away. GOOD LORD I'VE SAID TOO MUCH!
To finish off my really long note the musicals mentioned in the previous chapter are; The Book of Mormon, Wicked, Mary Poppins, Abba/Mamma Mia, and Rocky Horror (Picture) Show. They appeared in that order as well, for the sake of convience. I cannot stress how much I want y'all to, if you'd like, to check out these musicals, maybe see them. I believe Broadway, as well as Comic Books, are a dying species.
The SHIELD helicarrier was a great place to hold a Halloween party. Fury had wanted us on the ship because he had found something for Bruce to examine. So naturally, we made it a group trip and Tony helped out. The rest of us just proved to be excess entertainment for the agents and extra security. But even though we were in a professional workplace, Tony wanted to throw a Halloween party.
"It'll be a great idea! We can have some costume contests, and I'll get Pepper to order us a bunch of sugary stuff to be flown up." Steve and I were standing outside Fury's door, listening to the billionaire propose his idea to the boss.
"If you do the planning. No alcohol. Nothing that violates protocol."
"So I guess that means I can't hire the strippers?"
"No." When Tony left the room, he looked triumphant. Steve and I acted as if we were just casually standing in that hallway.
"Get your costumes ready!"
After many years of working for SHIELD, Maria had told me that every Halloween there is at least one crazy satanist colony we need to stop from stealing kids off the street, and one insane amateur super villain that wants to take over the world and turn everyone into bullfrogs or something. Usually both issues are dissolved as soon as they are found, because if there's anything that a lazy agent is good at, it's making their job quicker so that they can go party.
That night I was flipping through pages on the internet, finding a costume for myself. Clint, I was sure, had an idea already and was putting it together. Steve probably wanted to go as himself, but Tony had made it clear that we weren't allowed to go as ourselves. I might have seen Bruce in his lab as something was loading take a pair of scissors to a lab coat, and Thor was off with his agent friends again. At least the God had friends who were good at explaining everything from blenders to nuclear reactors to him.
The morning of the party Pepper had JARVIS fly up all the refreshments and costumes. I noticed that Clint's package had been incredibly smaller than the others. My package had a bit of weight to it, but my costume was a replica. Tony's was the biggest, as he had a few different packages. Bruce didn't have a package for him on the jet. The next time I saw anyone from my team was at the party.
"Uh..nice costume Agent Romanoff. You're Batman, right?" Some agent asked me, dressed as a mermaid. I just nodded, because I had already given up on telling people that I was Batgirl. No one listened to me, and the only agents who would have understood who I was were finishing up paperwork, too cool for sugar coated cupcakes and good old fashioned embarrassment.
"Have you seen Tony around? I've got to ask him a question." Bruce, who had done his own make up and everything, made a convincing zombie scientist.
"No, I can't say I have." That's when the doors slid open to the room Fury had allowed us to use, and a very realistic Darth Vader walked in. This Darth Vader was so realistic that the control panel on his chest was real, with dimensions and blinking lights. The mask was lifted off the head, and Tony complained about not having enough time to make his own so that he didn't have to hold it. Bruce wandered off. Thor had been spotted already, dressed as a pirate. Steve's cowboy hat was hardly to be missed, because it looked much more normal compared to the other costumes.
I guess agents like to play dress up, because I saw many intricate costumes. Maybe when you're given a well paying job at a high end secret service that's what you can afford. Wandering around the room, I had started a count of how many times I was mistaken for Batman. Then a woman in a yellow ball gown pointed out that I was Batgirl. I didn't think that we had an agent who looked like this woman that I had bumped into, but as I studied her features it turned out to be Hill. That's when I realized who she was dressed up as.
"That is the prettiest Belle dress I have ever seen." I only knew who this Belle character was because 'Beauty and the Beast' was one of Clint's favorite movies.
That's when Clint arrived. The party was in full swing, because Fury was sitting at a table with a laptop that broadcasted the music to every speaker on the helicarrier. Fury's festive pink wig matched with the unimpressed look on his face was priceless. But I think everyone was surprised when Clint paraded in, wearing a child's ladybug costume. It was stretched tightly over his torso, even though I was sure he had gotten Bruce to enlarge it with one of the gadgets in the lab. There was no way that the wings would have been in proportion if he hadn't. It was also to be worn as a leotard, so his legs would have been bare if he hadn't thought to put a black and red dotted tutu on. Most people in the room stopped what they were doing and started clapping.
"Let's party!" He shouted, then started dancing like a moron. I groaned, holding my head in my hands. I guess I had to give it to Clint though; He had no fear at all. Besides, ladybugs are kind of cute in a harmless way. Plus, muscles made ladybugs look manlier.