𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜𝗳- ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ

Special Ep. 1- Science Bros

**Scene: Tony's Bar Adventure**

Bruce was minding his own business in the Tower's lounge, reading a scientific journal, when Tony burst in with his signature smirk, already dressed for a night out in a sharp suit.

"Bruce!" Tony announced, flinging his arms wide open like he was about to deliver a life-changing proclamation. "Guess what we're doing tonight?"

Bruce lowered his glasses and raised an eyebrow. "Please don't say what I think you're about to say."

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that," Tony grinned. "We're hitting a bar. Downtown. Best place in the city. It's got great drinks, awesome music, and, of course, the best part-me."

Bruce leaned back in his chair, already shaking his head. "Tony, I don't do bars. You know that. I'd rather stay in and finish my work."

Tony leaned against the doorframe, clearly undeterred. "Bruce, buddy, pal, my favorite science genius, you've already done the whole 'stay in and be responsible' thing all week. It's Friday night! Time to cut loose. Let your hair down."

Bruce looked up at him with a deadpan expression. "You've been trying this all day, haven't you?"

Tony shrugged. "What can I say? I'm persistent. And you're in luck. The bar's just down the street. We'll walk, it'll be a nice little adventure."

"I'm not-"

"Think about it," Tony cut in, already pulling Bruce out of his chair by the arm. "You, me, a few drinks, and the chance to see me charm an entire room of people. Who wouldn't want that?"

Bruce sighed, knowing Tony wasn't going to stop. "Fine. But I'm not staying long."

"Yes!" Tony fist-pumped. "I knew you had it in you. Let's roll, Doctor Banner!"

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**Scene: Walking to the Bar**

As they strolled down the bustling downtown street, Tony, as usual, couldn't stop talking.

"So, let's get something clear," Tony said, hands in his pockets as they passed neon signs and a crowd of people headed the same direction. "You don't drink much, do you?"

Bruce shrugged. "Not really. It's... safer for everyone that way."

"Yeah, sure, sure. But tonight," Tony pointed at Bruce, "you'll be having something classy. Maybe a martini, shaken not stirred? Or better yet, an Old Fashioned. You're a whiskey kind of guy, right?"

Bruce chuckled softly. "I'm more of a 'stay sober and watch everyone else make questionable decisions' kind of guy."

"That's the thing, Bruce-you need to *be* the guy making questionable decisions once in a while! Live a little! What's the worst that could happen?"

Bruce gave him a pointed look. "Do I really need to answer that?"

Tony grinned mischievously. "Okay, sure, *your* worst-case scenario is a bit...extreme. But hey, I've got your back! If things start to go green, we'll just get you a private booth. With a tranquilizer dart. Easy."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "Why does that not comfort me?"

"Because you don't trust me enough," Tony shot back with a wink. "But seriously, what's life without a little danger, right? You save the world on the regular, how's a night out gonna top that?"

Bruce chuckled despite himself. "I'm still wondering why I agreed to this."

"Because deep down, you know I'm right," Tony said, full of confidence. "And also because I annoy you until you give in."