Bucky Barnes / Clint Barton
Nope. No point in going through those doors for a night of horror. Clint had seen well enough in his own life to keep him up for days already if he'd let it. Which, obviously he didn't. Staying awake had never been Clint's problem when it came to trauma, after all. Anyway, he'd been voluntold about this party so... he'd had shit to work on.
"Oh. Oh!" He crowed out, stepping back to check out Bucky's very cool and very accurate costume which, while not a centaur, was basically just as good. His grin was lopsided, the little wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled real. "Lifestyle change Hawkeye. Settled down. Got married. Forgot to cut his hair. Do you have a bow for those arrows? Your costume is way better than mine." Mostly because he'd just drawn a little black nose on top of his own and dots on his cheeks for whiskers and had found an extra of one of Lucky's jingly dog collars but had misplaced the headband with little dog ears on them around here...somewhere.