#rebuildevent3

[friendlyneighborhoodspidernerds]

Peter could hardly believe it. It was amazing! The party, the people, the music! The food. There was a lot of food, and all of it was incredible. He wasn’t exactly a party person, really he’d never been to one. The one at Liz’s house barely counted. But this was different! He’d been invited. All of New York had been invited, but he still felt pretty cool about it. 

Well, cool was a strong word. Peter Parker was never cool, not really.

“I, uh...” He rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t really know what to do at a party,” he confessed with a chuckle. Most of him was buzzing, but a very small part of him wanted to crawl up onto the ceiling and hide out there. 

[bluerobotbitch]

This... celebration was strange. She had attempted to blend in, having stole a pair of ‘cat ears’ off a rack in a shelf. They seemed to be a popular costume. She could not understand the significance, but it seemed that they were integral to this party. 

She eyed the drinks being passed around warily. “I’ve had experience with those now,” she said with a nod. “They are unpleasant.” 

[futzyou]

Kate pulled at the feather boa, slipping it off her neck and down onto her elbows. The party was almost exactly what she expected. Drinks and music and people. So many people. It really was like the whole of New York had come out. She guessed they needed it, after everything. So did she, if she was honest. 

“Ya think there’s gonna be a costume contest?” she asked, picking at an hors d'oeuvre table.

[akagoddammit]

What the hell was she doing here?

She tried to tell herself it was because she was registered now. Part of the Panel, and this was the Panel’s shindig. If there was one thing she’d learned from Trish’s years as a teen TV star, it was you went your sponsors went. 

That didn’t mean she had to like it.

It was the first time she entered the tower through reception, and that alone sent a pang through her, made her chest tighten uncomfortably. She hadn’t dressed up, she wasn’t twelve, and she declined having her coat checked at the door. She felt more like herself with it on, her jacket, her scarf, her bag with her flask and her camera tucked away inside. She was here for herself goddammit. Not for any other reason.

The music was already playing when she stepped inside. It was loud, crowded, and drinks were flowing. She moved off to the corner, glancing down at the floor. The pattern he’d told her about, the look inside his brain. It didn’t make any sense to her. But that seemed fitting. Apparently, she didn’t know him at all. 

She scoffed at the sight of the fully stocked bar, the drinks from all across the globe with labels too rich for her taste. “A real Stark party,” she muttered, not bothering to hide the bitter note of her voice. She didn’t expect to be noticed. 

[thcjackpot]

Surveying her work, MJ grinned. The decor was amazing, a little over the top, but this was Tony Stark’s bill. He’d always been extravagant, he’d enjoy it. Everyone’s costumes were incredible, too, despite there being a few who obviously put no effort in. (She’d totally have a tipsy -- never drunken -- word with them later!) As ‘Monster Mash’ started playing, she turned to the person beside her, waggling her eyebrows. “You know what you should do?” She asked, her smile growing. “Dance with me!”

[hcwkguys]

Clint had always sort of dug Halloween. Maybe it was because he’d never gotten much of a chance to celebrate it as a kid, or maybe he just liked any holiday that offered free candy, but it was one of his favorites. It was also kind of one of the more... complicated holidays. 

Tonight, for example, the beanie Natasha had bought him was pulled snugly over his ears, covering the mics on his aids. He’d sort of planned it that way; music pounding through speakers didn’t sound great without hearing aids, and with them, it was sort of a disaster. Usually, it wouldn’t have mattered much; Clint was a damn good lip reader, after all. But crowds made that sort of thing difficult, and the fact that a lot of people were wearing masks didn’t make it any easier. In fact, Clint didn’t realize the person next to him was speaking until he caught their mouth moving out of the corner of his eye. Brows furrowing together, he turned towards them a moment too late to catch even the tail end of what they’d said. “Uh,” he replied, narrowing his eyes as if he might catch the words floating somewhere in the air. Unsurprisingly, no luck. “That’s... I actually need you to repeat all of that. Like, from the beginning.” Yeah, maybe his love of Halloween was a little unfounded.

[spydcrwoman]

Veranke observed the party with a drink in hand, not bothering to hide her disdain. Jessica Drew had never been a fan of crowds, something Veranke was glad for; she did not have to pretend to intermingle with the Terrans in order to maintain her cover, did not have to pretend to fit in to keep from being discovered. With a sigh, she took a drink from her glass and glanced to the person standing at her side. “Stark sure knows how to throw them, huh? I’m pretty sure half of New York is here.”

[felinehxrdy]

❝ I actually can’t believe I am having fun. I thought I was going to have to pretend ❞