"Yeah," Bruce grumbled, not as sure as Clark was that they'd have that much control over the situation. His friend was right though - it wasn't like him to be this pessimistic about things. As realistic as he generally was about situations, he was also someone who took charge of his environment and altered things to suit his needs. If he had a chance to virtually infiltrate a government agency who was asking for him specifically, even if he suspected they were trying to use him, he shouldn't hesitate to take the opportunity to use them right back.
Bruce squared his shoulders, feeling like he was selling his soul.
"Someone has to keep an eye on you," he said. "Keep you from doing something foolish." In spite of the harshness of his words and his dark tone, he knew Clark would hear the real sentiment behind it all. He always did, which Bruce appreciated. Like Clark had said - Bruce made it a point to challenge him because everyone else bent over backward. Just as Tony needed someone to care about him where nearly everyone else set themselves against him, Clark needed someone to argue with him and not treat him like a god.
No matter how hard he sounded, Clark still seemed to know that Bruce loved him like a brother. Folding his arms, he shifted from one foot to the other - one of his few nervous habits. "Hungry?"