"Bruce, we're going out for lunch. Wear your nice suit." Tony instructed.
"Are you treating me?" Bruce grinned, sticking his tongue out at the other man.
Tony shook his head. "Not quite. A helicopter is being sent over in a bit. You probably have forty five minutes?" He estimated.
"Helicopter, huh?" Bruce said, biting his lip. "So, celebrity?"
Tony nodded. "Sort of."
Bruce rattled off a long list of names, and Tony shook his head to each of them, a grin spreading on his face as the guessing got more and more ridiculous.
"Just tell me!"
"Bruce⦠It's the President."
