Little Rogers - BuckyxOC

Chapter 35

The afternoon rolled over to night and Peter and I had been sorting out our costumes for what felt like hours, Tony dropped by the wig for me and it was weirdly enough the right length for Nat making me a little uncomfortable.

I walked into my bathroom and got changed into the widow suit and started pinning my braid to get the wig net on, I finally got the wig in place and pinned it in before walking out to see Peter in black slacks, a deep purple silk shirt and lab coat.

"Woah, for a cheap costume you really look like Nat." Peter said looking at me.

"Thank you, you don't look like too bad a Bruce either." I laughed.

"So what's the plan?" He asked.

"Okay, so when Tony says the contest will be starting soon we go to the bathroom round the corner of the lounge and get changed. Once I've drawn on your facial hair and I've fixed my hair up we will keep a low profile till it starts, I've asked Tony already if we can play some music and he's said yes so that will be a bonus." I smiled.

"Perfect, let's get this stuff stashed near by then." He said walking to our two dufflebags.

My body was still pretty sore so Peter took the bags for me while I carried my shield on my back, there was music already echoing throughout the halls making me a little more excited for the party.

We stopped by the broom closet next to the large hall bathroom and put our things in there, after safely hiding them we made our way into the lounge.

All kinds of decorations were set up which looked great, heaps of carved pumpkins and floating bat and spider displays and even some cauldrons with dry ice in them to make them smoke.

There was a decent amount of people already here which was nice, most of them seemed like shield agents or friends of friends.

Looking around I couldn't see anyone we knew just yet but I tried to keep an eye out, Peter grabbed my wrist and pulled me over towards the bar.

"Two lemonades please." Peter said to the bartender.

"Thirsty already?" I chuckled.

"Its more that I'm nervous as there's no one here we know yet." He said leaning on the bar.

There was a lot of cool costumes at least so I was glad we weren't the odd ones out being dressed up, though it made me wonder what others would be coming as.

"Hey kids." I heard dad say from behind us.

As I turned I tried not to laugh at his costume, he had a black sailors shirt on that looked to only just fit and blue jeans along with a small white hat and pipe.

"I'm going to take a while guess and say you're Popeye?" I giggled.

"Yes, even painted a little anchor on my arms with eye-liner." He smiled showing me his arms.

"Not bad old man, where's your Olive-oil?" I asked looking around.

"Well Romanoff, Olive is currently in the bathroom. I love your costumes though, very accurate." He said looking over the two of us.

"Thanks, we put a lot of thought and effort into these very last minute costumes." I smirked.

His smile dropped a little as the conversation ended, I knew the two of us still hadn't made up our spoken about things so it was a little awkward.

"Hey, here's Olive." Peter said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

I looked up and tried not to burst out laughing, Sharon wore the most unflattering red dress is ever seen in my life. It looked accurate if course but if good was it funny, I had to give her credit as she even wore the wig to match the look properly.