Becca had been aghast when Steve mentioned that Thor had never been to a movie theater. Was Jane not into movies? Or hadn't the Avengers taken time to drop by a theater? No one could tell her they didn't have two hours of free time to spare.

"It was at the top of our list, but then we figured maybe we should work on taking down Hydra first," Steve commented, her distress clearly amusing him. "I know that's not quite as important."

Becca took the phone from his pocket and pressed it into his hands. "Text him. This is a Code Red."

"Code Red because…?"

"Because that's what color I'm gonna be seeing if you don't text him immediately."

When Steve asked what movie he should tell Thor they were inviting him to, Becca double-checked on what was in theaters. Then she thought that, as this would be Thor's first theater experience, they should do something special like attending a midnight premiere. She searched around. It had to be coming out in the not-too-distant future, so the trip didn't get sidelined be a mission. A movie that they could all enjoy. A movie that was generating excitement so there would be that great midnight premiere buzz.

Becca decided on Sin City: A Dame to Kill For. She had enjoyed the first film, and knew there were a lot of people looking forward to this installment. Plus, it was highly stylized, so they could dress up! Nothing amazing like the hard-core cosplayers, but costumes on a budget. She clicked through some of the posters of the characters. Ugh, Eva Green looked stunning, but Becca knew she personally looked terrible in white. It made her freckles pop while turning the rest of her skin deathly pale. She'd be much better off in the leather jackets the men wore. Wait. Gender-swap. She grinned. Perfect.

After telling her plans to Steve, Becca also suggested he invite Natasha. She didn't want Thor feeling like a third wheel. Since he knew Natasha, and she and Steve were close friends – and Becca liked to think she was Natasha's friend as well considering what they went through after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell – it made sense.

While perusing the local Good Will for ideas the next afternoon, Becca got a text from Natasha.

"Heard you were playing dress up with Thor and Steve. I want in."

As it turned out, Becca was really glad that Natasha had signed on because she had an eye for color. Steve was good with a needle and thread. And Thor, he was more than willing to try on literally anything they told him to. Their costumes were slowly assembled over the next week until the night of the premiere on which they all met in Becca and Steve's apartment.

Becca was going as Dwight. She was dressed all in black from her high-heeled boots to her leather trench coat with the collar popped. She tousled her hair beneath a fedora and smeared a little fake blood under right eye and across the top of her lip for effect. Walking around with a gun on display might've made people nervous – even though she did have a license to carry – but she donned a gun holster for effect, making sure it was positioned so everyone could see the holster was obviously empty.

She had gotten dressed in the bedroom with Natasha, who had elected to go as Hartigan, even though he supposedly wouldn't be in the sequel as much. She had a thing for Bruce Willis, which Becca hadn't expected, but wasn't judging. Besides, Natasha was rocking the power suit beneath her tan trench coat. Using a white eyeliner pencil, she had drawn Hartigan's signature X-shaped scar on her forehead before leaving the room to help make Steve a brunette with some temporary hair-dye.

When Becca left the bedroom, Thor was pacing around the couch, getting a feel for his thigh high boots. And he could rock the leather booty shorts. They'd chosen Nancy's character for him, mostly because of her long blond hair. In addition to the gold sequined shirt they'd torn up to almost bra size, he had on a cowboy hat and belt of fake ammunition. He looked like a cowboy stripper, and it was great.

With concern, Thor asked, "Have you been hurt?"

"No, it's fake. Don't worry," Becca assured him, tapping the skin beneath one of her fake cuts to show she was fine. "You're looking good."

"Many thanks." Thor smiled. "Wearing this garb puts me in mind of the performances during the Festival of Winternights."

"Really?" Cowboy hats and short-shorts were not how she pictured Asgardians celebrating. Robes and big amulets and fantasy-Skyrim armor had seemed more likely.

"Yes. It is a night of great revelry on which we may don different faces." He tugged on the skimpy shirt. "And it is not unheard of for men to pass as women and women as men."

"Huh. The more you know."

Thor nodded. "Indeed. Loki…" His expression fell. "He would have the most clever disguises. It… it was a favored holiday of his."

"Oh…" Becca wasn't sure what to say. I'm sorry that your brother died, but he seemed like a total jackass so I don't feel that bad? Probably best to keep that to herself. "Well, I'm sure he'd be happy to know you're carrying on the tradition." Yeah, wear the booty shorts to honor your dead Norse-god brother who once tried to take over the world. Her life was so weird sometimes.

Thor nodded. "I would like to think so." He peered at her fake injuries. "Is there more of this fake-blood?"

There hadn't been any blood on Nancy in the trailers or posters, but considering it was Sin City, there would probably be blood on her at some point. And since Thor seemed interested, they had fun in the kitchen putting different wounds on him. Becca did the application, but having seen countless injuries over the many, many years of his life, Thor gave her tips. Although, it mostly just ended up looking like he'd been through a massacre.

"In fairness, if Nancy had your muscles, she'd probably be tearing people in half," Becca decided, dripping more blood onto his arms.

"I have never torn someone in half." Thor cleared his throat. "At least, it was never my intention."

Becca lifted an eyebrow. "You accidently tore someone in half? Jeez, remind me never to make you mad."

Natasha appeared in the kitchen doorway, leaning casually against the frame. "Five minutes for his hair to dry and then we can go."

Impatient to see Steve in full costume, Becca got up from the kitchen table. "You can wash your hands in the sink," she told Thor before making her way to the bathroom.

Steve was sitting utterly still on the closed toilet. His hair was now dark brown, and some product had also been put in to slick it back with a slight wave. He had a towel around his neck to protect his all-white clothes. Of course, someone had to dress up as Eva Green's femme fatale, Ava. He had on a white flowing shirt, like on the cover of one of those books her mom referred to as "bodice-rippers." He, like Thor, was also wearing booty shorts. Becca was sure his ass looked fabulous in them, but his thighs were also benefitting from the tight fit. No thigh-high boots though, rather faux-Italian loafers with golden buckles. And his lips, like Ava's, were a brilliant red. She hadn't expected the lipstick, but it was a nice touch.

As per usual, Steve managed to make everything on him – even lipstick – look good. And, as per usual, he didn't manage to see it. "That bad, huh?" he asked, misinterpreting her smile.

"It's perfect."

"Hm." Steve gave her a once over. "You're not looking too bad yourself."

"You like me as a big, tough detective?"

"I'm not sure. You dress up as one and I'll let you know."

Becca huffed, but got an idea. One right out of those bodice-rippers. "With a smart mouth like that, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take you downtown."

"Yeah?" Steve chuckled.

"Yeah. But first I'll have to search you for any concealed weapons."

Steve snorted. "I don't think I could conceal a weapon in this outfit if I tried."

Becca leaned down, mouth curved downwards into what she hoped was an intimidating frown. "Are you lying to me, mister?"

Eyebrows pinched in confusion, Steve said, "Uh, no?"

Quickly, Becca grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him against the back of the toilet, making the lid rattle. Steve gasped in a breath, one of his hands shooting up to clutch her wrist. "I know you're lying, and lying's a punishable offense." She flickered her tongue against his ear and drew back just enough to see comprehension dawning on Steve's face. "You got anything you want to admit to?"

"No." His voice was barely a whisper. Steve glanced at the door, his cheeks tinging an adorable pink as he must be considering that they weren't alone in the apartment. "No, ma'am."

"Well then…" Becca lowered herself onto his lap. "I guess I'll just have to make you talk." She let her lips brush his, but when Steve moved forward to turn the contact into a full kiss, she leaned back. "Later." She rolled her hips against his once, a promise, a test. She grinned in triumph. "And there's the concealed weapon." She got to her feet and pressed a kiss to Steve's cheek. "I'll tell them your hair needs a few more minutes 'cause, um, those shorts really don't hide much."

Steve rubbed the back of his neck when Becca winked at him. Tonight was going to be a good night. She could tell.