Clint Barton is in the middle of shoveling the last of his Chinese food into his mouth when the knock interrupts him, and he pushes back his chair just as Lucky streaks by with overexcited barking.

"Hey!" Kate's voice filters out from somewhere behind him, and Clint turns in time to see one purple foot as the rest of her limps into the room. "I'm not finished with you yet!"

"Apparently, he's finished with you," Clint says as he watches her slowly make her way across the kitchen, a blue mask clutched in her right hand. "And weren't you supposed to stay off that ankle?"

"I don't know, ask the dumbass who decided to use "jumping off the roof" as part of their extraction plan," Kate responds with a glare. Clint winces internally.

"You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Why do you think you got to be dressed as the most boring guy from Dog Cops?" She asks smugly, before pausing. "Hey! Lucky! LUCKY!"

Clint sighs as he moves out of the kitchen, shoving the dog's face away as he slides off the lock, coming face-to-face with the eyebrow raise of Natasha Romanoff and a scowling black cat.

"Trick or treat?" Clint asks with about as much mirth as he can muster. Natasha sighs, holding up a plastic bag.

"One Snickers, one Three Musketeers, one Milky Way," Natasha says, swinging the bag in front of his face. "And nothing is fun-size."

Clint smiles, taking the bag from her outstretched hand. "Simone's kids are going to love you. Last year, they all yelled at me."

"They should have," Natasha says, crossing her arms. "Who gives out fun-sized candy on Halloween? If it was me, I would've murdered you."

Clint ignores the comment as Natasha walks past him, staring at her clothes. "Did you seriously wear your tac suit as a Halloween costume?"

Natasha shrugs. "So?"

"So, Halloween is about real costumes!" He glances down to the ball of fur prowling around by her feet. "And I don't even see Liho dressed up."

Natasha snorts. "She's a black cat, I think that's costume enough. Hey, Kate."

The brunette grunts in response, too focused on fitting a tight mask over Lucky's head. "Finally," she mutters, sitting back and rolling to the side to avoid putting pressure on her ankle. "Hey, Nat."

Natasha stares at Lucky, before looking up again.

"You dressed your dog as Captain America?"

"Aw, come on," Clint says, motioning to the large "A" on Lucky's back. "He'd make a great Avenger!"

Awww, Lucky and Liho! This is lovely, thanks so much! I love Clint's indignation that Nat is wearing her tac suit as a halloween costume and hers at the size of the candy :D

You're welcome! :) I have to get my fluff out somehow...and I just really love thinking of fun Halloween times. ;)

Loved this!