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

hawkeyenotironfist:

Clint shoved his phone into his pocket, paused and considered it, then took it out and plugged it into his bedside table instead. He didn’t need that for a date. Not unless something went horribly wrong and he needed to call the police or something. Then again, they were both super heroes. No need for the police.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready!” Clint called as he threw the door open. He looked a bit disheveled, but at least he was dressed. “Uh… Yeah, sorry,” he murmured, brushing some dog hair off his pant leg. “Kinda… Not very good at dressing up.”

He whistled, before sobering up. Richard smiled at Clint, “No… No, it’s good, you look handsome.” He heard a dog bark and his smile grew into a grin. Richard was always rather fond of dogs, talking or otherwise. Man’s best friend and all that jazz. “You have a dog?”

“Well, come on then,” he said as he clasped his hand in Clint’s, not waiting for an answer to the earlier question, (it was obvious, but the other unsaid question was how and when), and pulled him down the stairs. “I took the liberty of calling a cab for us because we’ll be late if we tried to flagged one down.” He chalked it down to first, informing Clint about the place and time too late; and to Clint’s adverse reaction to having him flying them there.