Bruce looked down at his worn purple shirt. It was his favourite and he wasn't in the mood to actually have to think about what he was going to wear when they visited the children's hospital. “What's wrong with this shirt?”
“Seriously? You never noticed it's also Barton's favourite shirt and he can't keep his hands off you when you wear it.”
“Clint is always handsy. It doesn't matter what I wear.”
“Oh no, he's worse when you wear that shirt. Wait until he gets down here, he'll be all over you.”
Bruce just smiled. Maybe Tony had a point and maybe he didn't but if it pushed a few of his buttons to have Clint get handsy with him then more power to it
Poking Tony
Bruce looked down at his worn purple shirt. It was his favourite and he wasn't in the mood to actually have to think about what he was going to wear when they visited the children's hospital. “What's wrong with this shirt?”
“Seriously? You never noticed it's also Barton's favourite shirt and he can't keep his hands off you when you wear it.”
“Clint is always handsy. It doesn't matter what I wear.”
“Oh no, he's worse when you wear that shirt. Wait until he gets down here, he'll be all over you.”
Bruce just smiled. Maybe Tony had a point and maybe he didn't but if it pushed a few of his buttons to have Clint get handsy with him then more power to it