Will glanced at the message and gasped. Dress-up was where he shone. And honestly, he was ready to slap anyone who wore DC costumes—he was strongly against that group of superheroes. Marvel all the way.<br/><br/>He then opened the door and swung himself out of the car, switching his phone off. He tucked it into his back pocket. Patting the bulge it made on his back.<br/><br/>He leaned against the car as he waited, gasping in offence. “You<i>don’t </i>like One Direction? They’re literal gods. If they’re too old, they can be my sugar daddies, I swear,” he shrugged.<br/><br/>“What are you going to dress up as? If you wanna do a join one, I was think Black Widow and Hawkeye? Spider-Man And Deadpool? Iron Man and Doctor Strange? Gamora and Nebula?”