Luca is vibrating beside you, his homemade Spider-Man costume already slightly crooked, the eye-holes of his mask shoved up so he can look at the building without obstruction.

You'd told Luca this would happen. You'd explained, very clearly, that Tony Stark probably doesn't hand out candy personally. That the Tower isn't exactly a neighborhood brownstone with a pumpkin on the stoop. But Luca had been insistent, the way only a six-year-old with an encyclopedic knowledge of superhero floor plans can be insistent.

Now, you're just trying to figure out how to convince him to leave without ruining Halloween.