Drinks On the Rocks || Clint and Bruce
Clint flipped his phone around in his hand. He hadn't seen Bruce a lot lately; the scientist had been keeping to himself, and Clint wondered if a certain woman named Darcy had anything to do with it. He figured the guy could lighten up, and with the right push, get headed in the right direction, same as Steve and Sharon.
He thumbed through his contacts and called the guy. "Bruce? Hey, want to grab some drinks at a nearby bar?....No reason, just wanted a drink....Yeah, fine." He fist pumped when he hung up.
Maybe this would be easier than he thought.










