Date Night || Richard (rchardriders) & Clint (hawkeyenotironfist)

Friday rolled round far too quickly for his liking, and yet he was excited all the same. Richard had been fretting over the fact that he was going on a date with Clint. When was the last time he did something human and normal, without wacky space shit and aliens? It felt like decades ago. He’d fished out an old suit and tie from his wardrobe, glad that it still fit.

He’d changed into it as he slicked his hair up, and sent a text off to Clint, informing him of the time and place,

          [Text: 6:52pm] Does Eight at Mi Tierrita works for you?

If he was honest with himself, Richard was nervous. Sure, they had hit off well, and flirted, but when was the last time he had begun a relationship? (If what he potentially had with Clint could be called that.) It was all so foreign to him, and when had any of his relationships ended well? Richard scrubbed his face down with his hand, it would do no good to dwell on the past.