Imagine that you are eleven years old and it’s Halloween.
You’re not too old for trick or treat – in fact, this is just the right age for it to be fun. You’re old enough to be trusted to run around the neighborhood with your friends and go trick or treating. You get the safety lecture from your Ma, chapter and verse. Don’t eat anything if you can’t tell what it is – there’s all these posts going around on Tumblr right now about weird candy looking things that are actually Drugs and there’s always those old stories about razors in apples and poison in Pixy Stixx.
You know how to Google. The Pixy Stixx douchecanoe was really a guy who wanted to kill his own kid for the life insurance money but parents will still freak out anyway. So you nod and say “Yes, Ma” and you promise over and over that you won’t do anything stupid. You will be careful.
And after that, you can all go back to the all important business of making your costumes.
It’s gonna be special this year.
Your entire group’s going as the Howling Commandos. Which is pretty freakin’ awesome, since you’re all, technically speaking, their great-grandkids. Except for baby Sophie, because Bucky Barnes is actually her great-great-uncle. But Gabe Jones is your Great-Grandpappy and he’s still around, getting close to a hundred years. He got to laughing when he heard you were going to go as him.
“Never mind if you’re a girl, sweet pea – Agent Carter was a lady and she’s a Commando too. Don’t let ‘em tell you different.”
So that’s why baby Sophie is going as her Great Uncle Bucky. Her Ma even got her hair to look all slicked up like Bucky’s in his pictures and she’s even got a tiny version of that famous blue peacoat.
Tim’s got his Great-Grandpop’s famous bowler hat on and Etienne’s got some stuff that you’re hoping are just firecrackers. He’s already chomping on something that looks like dynamite but is really candy. Katie’s got what looks like a version of her Grandpa Jim’s medkit (on closer inspection, she’s even got band-aids and clean wipes in there). Neville’s doing an exaggerated English accent…. except he’s beginning to sound more like Captain Jack Sparrow than his Great-Grandpa Monty.
You take Sophie’s little hand in your own – she’s the baby of your group but all of you dote on her because she’s pretty cute and easy to look after. Your Ma reminds you to be careful with Sophie – for the nth time.
And then, you’re off.
Sure enough, it’s a blast – you guys get a lot of compliments on your costumes, along with your candy and okay, maybe little Sophie lisping “trick or treat” and beaming all sunny and bright kinda helped with the cute factor. So you guys got extra candy.
And it was all going great until you run into Buddy Langton and his asshole friends. Of course, Buddy wants you guys to give over a share of the candy and says “girls can’t be Howling Commandos.”
The thing is, the toy gun that Sophie’s carrying is a water gun.
And maybe she’s four years old but there’s nothing wrong with her aim.
Tim grabs Sophie after you guys let Buddy and his friends have it with your own water guns and you run.
“WA-HOO!!!!!” Tim and Sophie holler.
The pack of you end up running into this apartment building, trying to stealth your way upstairs – you guys lost sight of Buddy and his goons some few minutes back. There’s a few doors that’s got Halloween decorations on and maybe you guys can do some last minute trick or treating before you finally all head home.
“Sophie, we’re supposed to say trick or treat, not shoot them, okay?” Tim reminds her, as he lifts her up so she can knock on the door.
The Power of Sophie compels you.
The door opens and it’s Captain America himself, with a pail of Halloween candy at the ready.
Holy shit!
“Twick or tweat?” Sophie’s the only one with the presence of mind to speak up. All of you are absolutely gobsmacked. There’s no way you guys can mistake him – you’ve only all just grown up with the family stories, right?
Captain America beams at all of you, because he recognizes the costumes, of course. And then, he wasn’t done yet. “Hey, Buck? Look who’s come to visit!”
Your parents end up forgiving you all for staying out late – you all had the two best possible people in the entire world to vouch for your whereabouts on Halloween. And they had the absolute best candy and treats too.
The picture you took of Sophie in costume with her Great-Uncle Bucky and posted to Instagram went viral too. The Power of Sophie compels you indeed.
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Note: Based on this post – Happy Halloween all!
Bringing this back because this is my cap and for any kids out there who think they’ve lost him.
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