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

hawkeyenotironfist:

rchardriders:

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.

Clint had honestly forgotten about the date by Friday. He was lounging on his couch with Lucky watching a baseball game on TiVo with Doritos down his chest when he got the text. “Shit!” he cried, startling the dog and sending Doritos flying everywhere as he sat up to quickly answer the text and jump in the shower.

[Text: 6:53pm] Sounds great! Of course you know I’ll have to be fashionably late with such short notice ;) 

At least that would give him an extra fifteen minutes to get ready. Fifteen minutes was fashionably late, wasn’t it? He groaned, stripping off his shirt and kicking his jeans off as he ran toward the shower, realizing that he had no idea what kind of restaurant Mi Tierrita was in the first place. 

Well this date was already turning into a fiasco, wasn’t it?

Okay, so Clint was running late. That gave him some time to collect himself and calm his nerves. And actually walk or cab there like a normal human. Richard shot a text back at the archer,

          [Text: 6:54pm] You sure you don’t need me to pick you up? I can fly there right now.

God, did he actually send that? Wow. Richard knew that this was just going swimmingly. He turned and grabbed the brown trench coat that he’d thrown on his bed earlier. It didn’t really go with his current outfit but it was better than nothing.

He left the room and said his goodbyes to his parents before shoving his feet into his practically-never-worn boats and leaving the house with his wallet and keys. Richard took a breath of fresh air, content that it was natural, and not just recycled, or artificially created air.