A/N: Here's a second Halloween-y drabble. Thanks to NowYouAvengeHarryPotter for the suggestion for Skye's costume. I hope you find the costumes I chose for the others amusing (I think they're accurate). Anyway, here's the next drabble!

Drabble 10: Costumes

Coulson wanted them to have Halloween costumes, for some reason. Skye didn't know if he just loved Halloween or if he wanted to laugh at their attempts to make their own costumes, but she was kind of excited. She hadn't gotten to do this much. She'd dressed up maybe twice, if she'd been in a foster home around Halloween. This was a chance to choose what she wanted to be, and not worry about being scolded for wanting to.

Of course, she wasn't very good with fabric, so her wild plans for a costume quickly faded. Once she lowered her expectations, she managed to put something she was somewhat proud of together.

May had told them to meet in the lounge by six-thirty, costumes on. Skye walked in to find Ward already there, dressed in… a uniform? He turned to face her.

"Why are you a spider?" he asked immediately.

She touched the pipe cleaner legs she'd spent hours weaving together, to make long enough to glue to her shirt. "Why not? We had to make our costumes, and you can't deny we have a lot of black. So all I had to make were the legs." She'd thought it was a good idea. And she could say she was a black widow, if she just added a red spot to her back. Then she could have an Avengers theme.

Fitz and Simmons walked in talking to each other (which happened a lot). Skye glanced at them quickly before asking Ward what he was. They didn't look too dressed up. Not in costume, anyway. Fitz's curly hair was stuck up, as if intentionally, and he wore a trench coat and black Converse. Some kind of tool was sticking out of his breast pocket.

Simmons was dressed nicely, with a blue jacket and red fedora, her hair curled into tight ringlets. It looked nice, but Skye thought she'd put way more effort into her own costume than anyone else here.

"What are you supposed to be?" Skye asked, looking back at Ward.

"A Howling Commando," Ward said. Skye could see it, now that he said it, but it wasn't obvious like her spider.

"That actually fits pretty well," Simmons said, excitement clear in her voice.

Skye frowned in confusion. "Why does his costume fit with yours?"

Simmons looked between them. "Surely you know who I am?"

Skye shook her head widely. "No idea. Something from Doctor Who?"

"That's me!" Fitz said, pulling the tool from his pocket.

"I'm Peggy Carter!" Simmons actually seemed a bit worked up, which made Skye feel bad. But she couldn't really remember who that was. The name was definitely familiar…

Simmons apparently could read her mind as well as she could usually read Fitz's, in that moment. "Peggy Carter. Worked for the Strategic Scientific Reserve in the 1940s? Eventually founded S.H.I.E.L.D. as we know it today? Also happens to be British?"

"Captain America's girlfriend," Ward whispered.

Comprehension hit. "Oh, right!"

There was an almost mad glint in Simmons' eyes, and Fitz laid a hand on her arm. "I knew who you were, even before you told me."

The glint faded, replaced with a reserved smile. "Thank you, Doctor."

"So who exactly are you?" Ward asked Fitz.

"The Doctor."

"Yeah, but aren't there like twenty?"

"He's Ten," Simmons said. Her sense of injustice at not being recognized seemed to have gone away, because she looked excited again. "David Tennant."

"He's our favorite," Fitz told them.

May and Coulson walked in. Coulson was in a blue jumpsuit, an embroidered nametag reading "Phil" visible on his chest. He had a tool belt around his waist, with a wrench sticking out of one side and a bulge of something in the other. Skye had known he would dress up (if he hadn't, he would have gotten an earful from Ward, she was sure). She was surprised to see that May had, though.

May was dressed all in black, which wasn't unusual, but it wasn't the gear she wore on missions. She wore soft black pants and a loose fitting black top, cinched at the waist with a black belt. The woman noticed her staring. "Black belt," May said. Figured, she'd go for a kick-ass costume.

"You can't really see it, though," Skye said. She looked around and gasped. "Hold on!" She ran to her room, grabbed what she wanted, and ran back in, holding her scarf up to May.

"What's this for?"

"So you can see it!"

"I'm not a green belt."

"I'm not a spider."

May stared at her for a few seconds with her lips pressed together, then took the scarf and tied it around her waist. Skye smiled.

"You guys did well with the costumes," Coulson said. He walked past each of them, studying them. "A spider. Classic. A… Howling Commando? Nice. I'm gonna guess Doctor Who, because of the sonic screwdriver… and hey, Peggy Carter! Awesome hat."

Simmons positively beamed.

"Sir, we dressed up like you asked," Ward said. "Now what?"

Coulson reached into his tool belt and pulled out little baggies of candy. "Now we go trick or treating in reverse."

"We don't have a house to give candy out from, but Coulson thought it would be fun to participate," May said. "I brought us outside a little development."

"We're going to knock on doors and give candy, instead of taking it." Coulson looked at them, meeting all their eyes. "Is that okay?"

Skye ran up and hugged him.

"I'll take that as a yes," Coulson said, sounding quite pleased with himself. He tossed each of them a few little baggies of candy, from a tool belt that didn't seem to be getting any emptier.

"Oh, and don't worry," May added as they started getting off the Bus. "We've got candy for ourselves when we get back."