#bruisedvision

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.

Tony sat in his lab waiting for Bruce to come. 

He laced his fingers together thinking of what tests to run and how to do it. He knew a neurological exam was in order, but he was sure Bruce would want to focus on the brain than the nervous system. 

If this was back in the 50's than they would have performed a lobotomy on him. Different times, different methods. 

He heard the elevator ding as it reached his floor and Tony turned to see the doors open to reveal Dr. Banner.

I started a secondary blog to handle the RP. (Yes, just sending out a double from this account, just in case.) The URL is the-cellist-in-portland-rp. So sorry for the confusion. Thanks again!