Ben (Spiderman) | Xander (Winter Soldier)
The lack of time to find a costume had seen Xander go for something exceedingly simple and straightforward, dressing up as the Winter Soldier. He hadn't worn these clothes since his fateful mission two weeks ago and he couldn't help but feel slightly awkward, even though each article had been meticulously cleaned of any residual blood, skin or wood splinters from his torture. At least most of the island wasn't aware of the significance of his outfit, otherwise Xander felt that might be more awkwardness then even he could handle.
The party was buzzing but Xander wasn't socialising much, opting for letting his back rest against the wall, off to the side from where most of the people were congregating. He'd lost his goggles quite early on to Summer, having had her beg him to take them off, but he still had his face mask on. It helped to cover up some of the bruising but not all, some of it still rearing its ugly head on the upper right side of his face.
Movement to the side had Xander glancing in that direction, slightly surprised to see Ben standing there but he covered the emotion up before it reached his eyes. "Needing a moment to breathe?" he asked, watching the way Ben gulped down each inhale as if his life depended on it.