"Clint stop being a brat."
"But I’m bored!"
"I need my glasses back."
"No."
"Clint."
"No."
Bruce sighed and leaned in, one hand on Clint’s shoulder, the other reaching for his stolen glasses. Clint grabbed his tie and yanked him forward, his face scrunching into a pout.
"Im. Bored."
"And?"
Clint’s pout curved into an unsettling smirk and Bruce could feel the blush creeping up his neck. 

"Clint stop being a brat."

"But I’m bored!"

"I need my glasses back."

"No."

"Clint."

"No."

Bruce sighed and leaned in, one hand on Clint’s shoulder, the other reaching for his stolen glasses. Clint grabbed his tie and yanked him forward, his face scrunching into a pout.

"Im. Bored."

"And?"

Clint’s pout curved into an unsettling smirk and Bruce could feel the blush creeping up his neck.