Just Relax

All Loki thought he would be doing tonight was attending one of Tony's stupid parties as he had every year since he moved into Stark Tower; he never thought that would change with Addison's ability to walk. So you could understand his surprise when his little girl toddled out of the elevator in a White Rabbit costume clutching a small, plastic pumpkin. He knew what those pumpkins meant, of course, but that didn't mean his brain would process why his daughter had one. She's only two for crying out loud and it is cold outside. "Where is Addy going," he asks, brows scrunched together when his wife appears next in a short white dress with pink and purple striped cat ears, gloves, and tail. "Where are you going?"

"Trick-or-treating," Sasha answers as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. Loki continues to stare at his wife, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his bedroom and pretend he had the flu because the 'duh' look she's sending in his direction is a bid indication that he has to go with them into the cold on the night that all the nuts come out. He's seen every horror movie in the Starks' collection—which is quite impressive and extensive—he didn't have any plans to become the victim of a freakishly tall man brandishing a machete and wearing a hockey mask; no how, no way, no thank you.

"But…There's people out there." Sasha raises a brow at his pathetic expression, one hand on her hip and the other one resting on Addy's head. The Barton's walk out next followed by Tony's youngest daughters, Alex and Carly—Levi Barton dressed up as the Mad Hatter, Alex going as Alice, and Carly as the Queen of Hearts. Natasha and Clint weren't in costume, just dressed in warm clothes and sensible shoes. That is another problem, Loki hasn't owned a pair of sensible shoes since Sasha's fourth grade field trip to the zoo. "I don't….Tony!"

Said man jumps and turns around, his mouth stuffed full of popcorn and a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. "Wha-?"

"Tony will need me to help him out here."

"Nope," Pepper remarks, breezing into the room with a couple of bowls of candy in her arms. "You're going trick-or-treating with your baby."

"Let's go slick," Natasha smirks, Levi's hand in hers as she leads the way out of Stark Tower. And that's how Loki figured out how much he hated Halloween and that it really is possible to make yourself sick on Snickers bars; Sasha found out how big of an ass her husband is when he doesn't want to do something, and Addison found out that once her parents passed out on the couch, her Uncle Steve would stay up late and eat candy with her.

Yes, another Halloween one, but it's my favorite holiday and it's coming up fast.