“It was really good of Tony to organize this,” Bucky says, leaning against the wall beside Clint.
“Yeah,” Clint agrees, pushing his bunny ears up on his head. “The kids at the hospital don’t get to get out much, but hopefully we can make this a ton of fun for them. And their costumes are amazing too!”
“Did you see the one with a tiny bow and arrow?” Bucky asks, smirking. “You’ve got a couple fans in here, Hawkeye.”
“So do you, Winter Soldier,” Clint teases, gesturing at the two kids all dressed up like the Winter Soldier. “And I even saw another Bucky somewhere.”
Bucky flushes a bit, nudging Clint’s shoulder. “Don’t you have an announcement to make?”
“Damn. Alright!” Clint claps his hands loudly, drawing all attention to him. “We’re going to split you into groups now, so make sure you go to your Avenger!” The kids all erupt into cheers, parts of costumes flying into the air haphazardly.
All the kids in the room stare at him as he starts pairing them off—most of them go to Steve and Tony, which is honestly hilarious to watch. Neither of those two have any idea how to act around children, especially children that idolize them.
Nat gets a good amount as well, including one adorable little girl in a wheelchair who’s dressed up as Captain America on a motorcycle. The kids that Clint puts with Bruce all requested him specifically, and when Bruce hulks out after a little prodding, all the kids are delighted.
Even though he doesn’t really understand this holiday, Thor gets absolutely mobbed with small children who are dressed like him or Loki, and in one case, a butterfly. “These are all amazing disguises,” he booms, lifting five children into the air with one arm. “My brother would most appreciate this holiday filled with trickery and mischief!”
The remaining few children are split pretty evenly between Sam, Bucky, and Clint himself. Clint crouches down in front of his small group and grins widely at them, signing along as he speaks. “Our mission tonight is to get the most candy out of any of the groups,” he says seriously. “Do you think you can handle being Avengers for a night?”
Kai, one of the kids dressed up as Hawkeye, grins toothily and signs a big ‘yes’. A pudgy little hand slips into Clint’s and he grins as the rest of the kids all shout in excitement.
“Here we go!” Clint says, leading his group out the door. They’ve got all the Stark Industries employees who wanted to be here being paid overtime to hand out candy to the kids, to give them the truest Halloween experience SI can manage, which is pretty damn nice.
The night is a whirlwind of corralling kids and checking candy for allergies and making sure every kid is smiling, but by the end of it, every kid’s bag is full. Clint feels a little tug on his hand, and he looks down to see Kai beaming up at him. Thank you, they sign, throwing their little arms around Clint’s leg for a big hug before running off to greet their parents and show off their candy.
After the kids are all gone, Tony calls for the team’s attention. “Jarvis? Final stats, please!”
“Very well, sir,” Jarvis says. “In first place, with 332 pieces of candy, Team Spider.”
A chorus of cheers goes up—minus Tony, who boos—as Nat stands and bows, graciously accepting the bottle of primo Russian vodka that was the first prize.
“In second place, with a total of 314 pieces of candy, Team Patriotism.”
Steve blushes as he stands up and bows. “Next year, Tony doesn’t get to pick the team names.”
“In third place, we have Team Thunder with 292 pieces of candy. In fourth, Teams Smash and Squawk are tied with 282 pieces of candy. And with a three-way tie for fifth place, Teams Robocop, Birdbrain, and The Best Team Ever, with 275 pieces of candy.”
“How did I come in last place?” Tony cries indignantly.
“Perhaps because you kept eating the candy, sir,” Jarvis says dryly. “There’s always next year.”
Tony grumbles and sits back down, pouting as he snuggles into Steve’s side.
“Sorry you lost,” Bucky says, turning to Clint with a grin.
Clint shrugs, and holds up a big bag of candy. “All good, I went back and snuck another few pieces after we left each door. Told Jarvis not to count them because they were for me.”
“You gonna share those with anyone in particular?” Bucky asks, eyeing the bag hungrily.
“Depends on if you can meet my price,” Clint says slyly. “Each candy costs a kiss.”
Bucky grins at him, leaning in and kissing him. “I think I can handle that,” he murmurs, coming away with a piece of candy in his hands.
Clint grins at him. Man, Halloween is the best.
for @winterhawkbingo - Square B2: Halloween Costumes & Halloween Prompt: Whoever gets the most candy wins.
