Ik this is a few days late! I'm sorry I'm the worst. But thx again for 200k and plz enjoy this! I hope everyone had a spooky Halloween<|:)

"That is literally the coolest thing I've ever seen," Ned gushed as Peter waltzed into the room, showing off his intricate Thor costume like a model.

Peter smiled. "Thanks, Natasha helped make it."

"Oh shittt," Ned's eyes widened comically, almost to the point where he didn't need the Spider-Man mask clenched in his fist. "Now you'll definitely win the costume contest for sure."

Peter shrugged nonchalantly although he didn't try to hide the shit-eating grin on his face. That had been the goal, after all. Halloween parties were fun and all, but Peter would be lying if he said the only reason he was going wasn't because of the first-place prize.

"I'll be your 'plus one' though, right?" Ned asked as Peter dragged a finger of red paint down his face to complete the look.

Peter responded by rolling his eyes. "No, I'm gonna take Flash as my 'plus one.' Of course I'm gonna take you!"

Ned laughed, agreeing. "I wonder what Flash will dress up as anyways," he wondered aloud. "Knowing him, he's definitely coming for the prize too.

Peter frowned. "Probably something stupid only a rich boy would dress up as. Like a golfer or something."

***

Turns out, Flash had dressed up as the one and only, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

"You have got to be shitting me," Peter muttered upon entering the party and seeing Flash pull the red mask off his face.

Ned whimpered, glancing down at his own Spider-man outfit. It was a cheap suit from Walmart, the material thin and unauthentic. Flash, on the other hand, was wearing an expensive looking suit. The material hugged his body, nearly seamless. Peter squinted at it, studying every inch of the design-it was practically identical to the one he had hidden beneath his Thor costume.

"Peter," Ned whined, gripping the cheap spandex mask in his hand. "What are we gonna do? He'll definitely win with that! It's looks just like the real thing!"

Peter scrunched his nose. Ned was right-the suit did look exactly like the real thing. If he didn't know any better, ahem, he might've thought Flash was Spider-Man.

"Okay," the teen sighed, setting his plastic Mjölnir hammer down on the nearest couch. "Okay, this is fixable. Let's just go get you a different costume, how about that? We can web over there."

Ned glanced at him. "Are you sure? What if we miss the voting?"

"We won't. Trust me," Peter reassured, already making his way through the thickening crowd back to the door. Ned followed behind him reluctantly.

***

"What about this?" Ned asked, pulling down a Valkyrie costume from the wall, complete with a plastic sword and a tiny stuffed pegasus.

Peter finished stuffing his spidey mask into the breast of his chest plate and walked over to where Ned was.

"It's pretty cool," he admitted, taking the sword from his friend. "Do you think we'd get extra points for doing a couple's costume?"

Ned's face burned bright pink as Peter laughed. He went to make another joke about the costume situation when suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stiff straight on end. He dismissed it as a fall breeze, maybe a draft coming in from the door-the store was strangely busy for it being Halloween night. But when he faintly heard the a gun cock at the front of the store, he knew it was more than just a gust of wind.

"Ned, get down," Peter hissed, already pulling his back back up over his head. "Someone has a gun."

Ned's eyes widened but he obeyed, gently lowering himself to the floor behind a candy display case. Peter silently put a finger to his lips as he weighed the toy sword in his hand.

"Empty the register and no one gets hurt," came a gruff voice along with the threatening sound of gun clicking, just waiting to be used. Peter spared one last glance at his best friend, making sure he was as safe as he could be, before charging around the corner, wielding Valkyrie's sword with a bit too much confidence.

"I think the correct term is 'trick or treat,' dumbass!" Spider-Man cried before bringing the sword down on his head like a hammer. For something made of plastic, the contact made a sickening sound and the robber's knees buckled beneath him. He was disoriented enough for Peter to shoot a web and snatch the gun away before he recovered.

The robber caught himself on the edge of the countertop and went to throw a weak and sloppy punch, which Peter deflected quick easily with his sword.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He cried whilst stumbling forward when Spider-Man side-stepped another inaccurate punch.

Peter glanced down. Bits of his Spider-Man suit could be seen through his Thor costume, and the random sword was sure to confuse people. So Peter just settled with saying, "Your worst nightmare!" Before kicking his legs out from under him and webbing him to the floor.

The cashier seemed to be in shock, so Peter gently reminded him to call 911 before making his way back to Ned. Ned, who had already vacated his hiding spot, ran into Peter and caught in in a bone-crushing hug.

  "Omg, are you okay?! I thought for sure he was gonna shoot you!" Ned blubbered.

  Peter shrugged it off. "Psst, are you kidding? He was no match for Spider-Man, Thor, and Valkyrie all rolled into one. Spvalkor!"

  Ned cringed. "Let's just stick to being one superhero."

  "Okay, rude."

***

Peter and Ned got back to the party about thirty minutes later, this time sneaking through a window so that they could both change into their actual costumes.

"I'm gonna go get some tape," Ned said after he had finished. "This stupid skirt won't stay up."

Peter chuckled. "Okay." And so, he was left alone, and desperately wanted to get out of his Spider-Man suit. He'd worn it as a precaution, but after having to stop a robbery, he was kinda done. He was sixteen! He deserved to enjoy Halloween as Thor, not Spider-Man.

Peter pulled off his mask and added it to the pile of clothes accumulating on the floor. He went to strip out of his suit so he could put the Thor costume back on when the door opened.

"That was fast. I thought you'd have a hard time finding tape at a party-oh fuck," Peter made eye contact with Flash Thompson, who stood frozen in the doorway in his identical Spider-Man costume. There was a beat of silence between them until Flash scoffed.

"That costume looks like a piece of shit, Penis. What, did you dig it out of the garbage? No ones gonna think your Spider-Man with that bed sheet," Flash sneered. He toed the mask on the floor in front of him. "Now where's they bathroom? I gotta take a whiz before the contest starts."

Peter gestured offhandedly to the on-suite in the corner, still too shocked to register the array of insults thrown at him. Flash rolled his eyes at him before making his way to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Only then did he let himself breathe.

After the moment of panic passed, Peter finally got undressed and redressed in the Thor costume. He gathered up the spandex in his arms, studying it for a moment before shoving it into the plastic bag Ned's costume had come in. He texted Mr. Stark:

Peter: y does my suit look like a bedsheet

Mr. Stark: ...

Mr. Stark: The million dollar suit I built for you looks like a what now?

11/3/19