That was a disappointingly short reign; Tony hardly had the time to sneak up on him before Bruce was succumbing pathetically to one little pumpkin. That forced Tony to think quickly again, limited to the good enough chance to pull the blanket down over his head and hurriedly bewitch it into a contorted ghoul's face that flapped its woolly jaws threateningly and leap on top of Bruce, pinning him to the ground and flailing his blanket draped arms above his head with a spooky wail. Wait, how did Bruce know it was him? Did he have a damn charm on him again? "Leave this place, and stoooooooop bewitching my stuuuuuuuudents!"