"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."