AN: This is seriously like the longest chapter I've written for the story (and it isn't even that long). Anyways, hoping to get the story moving forward a bit and then we'll get to see some Clint/Bruce lovin'. Awwww yeeeahhh. Also, feel free to check out my other story. It's Assassin's Creed with some awesome guy/guy couples. Obvs, that's my thing. Anyways, onward with the story!

Chapter 5:
After I had given Marie's note to Remy I decided to clear my head by playing some soccer. When I got to the field I saw Wade practicing.
"Fancy footwork man!" I yelled to him.
He turned around and gave me a goofy grin.
"I thought we said 15 minutes after class?"
"I got held up by something."
"Yeah? I heard about Remy and Marie. That's like the 4th couple this month, right? We must have a snitch within our ranks."
"Damn! You found out already?"
"You know how this place is."
"Bunch of gossipy bitches…but anyways, yeah they are the 4th couple and I definitely agree. We have a snitch somewhere. I just wish I knew who."
We started passing the soccer ball between us.
"Does anyone know?" he asked.
"Apparently Remy does but he is not allowed to tell. And they would find out if he did tell because that snitch would be fucking dead if I ever find out who it is."
"Intense. But I wholeheartedly agree. Did he give any clues?"
"He just said 'don't trust anyone.' So I'm thinking it's someone we know real well."
With that Wade stopped the soccer ball with his left foot, eyes wide.
"Are you serious?"
"No joke, man. Why else would he say that? To fuck with us? No way. He means it."
Wade's goofy demeanor turned dark before he shuddered.
"I don't even want to think about it. Want to stop this amateur shit and play an actual game?"
"Definitely."
We played one-on-one for a good 45 minutes before we both felt like collapsing.
"Good game, man," I said.
"You too."
"Well I'm going to go to dinner and then get ready for the party."
"Same. I'll head over there with you."

Wade and I sat at separate tables, but we both heard the buzz of the gossip spreading around. By tonight's party I was sure everyone will have heard the news and several different versions about it. Wade went and sat by all the soccer players for the guy's team and I went towards the back where a group of my friends sat. I walked up and sat down when Tony was talking to the group.
"I'm just saying," he said.
"Tony, you're always just saying," I replied.
"What?!"
"I'm just playing I don't even know what you're talking about," I said with a grin, "So what's going on?"
"We're just talking about Remy and Anna Marie," Peter said.
"Isn't everyone?" I asked before grabbing my fork and taking a bite of my pasta.
"Yeah, I guess"
"Listen," I began, "I went and talked to Remy and she knows who it is."
"SHE KNOWS?!" Everyone at the table yelled.
The whole cafeteria got quiet and everyone looked over at our table.
"Jesus Christ guys. Yeah, he knows and he won't say who it is," I whispered to them.
"Why isn't he saying?" Tony asked.
"If he says who it is, what do you think is going to happen? There's going to be a fucking beatdown. So he can't tell because if he did they'll know and he'll get in more trouble," I said.
Natasha nodded, "Makes sense."
I looked over at her, "All I know is that whoever told is lucky no one knows."
"I think they're just trying to do good," Kurt murmured.
I almost dropped my fork, mouth agape in shock.
"What?!" I asked incredulously.
"Whoever is doing this thinks they're doing good."
"How? They're ruining people's lives!"
"Maybe they don't look at it like that. They think they're helping."
I threw my fork on my tray and leaned forward.
"What? You agree with what this bastard is doing?"
"What? N-No. I just-"
"Bullshit! You're on that bastard's fucking side."
Everyone in the cafeteria started to look at our table again.
"Clint, calm down," Natasha said, putting her hand on my arm.
"Yeah, right."
I got up and started to walk towards the garbage cans with my tray.
"Hey, where are you going man?" Tony asked.
"Back to the dorms. I'll see you later."

After I had left the cafeteria I went back to the dorms to take a shower and get ready for the party. When I got out of the shower my phone had a text from Banner.
Be safe at the party and don't be late tomorrow.
I thought it was a little strange since Bruce rarely texted, but I figured he was being cautious. I smiled at the thought and began getting ready. Looking through my closet I decided to wear my skinny black jeans, v-neck purple shirt, and black hi-top Converse. When I got finished tying my shoes I heard a knock on my window. I opened the blinds and saw Wade standing there. I opened the window.
"Wade? What are you doing here?" I asked with a slight smile.
He gave me a goofy grin, "Damn! You look good."
I laughed, "Yeah, ok. Seriously, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you were ready for the party."
"Oh, yeah I am."
"Want to head there with me?"
"Sure."
I locked my door, turned off the lights, climbed out the window and then put the screen back in.
"Why didn't you just use the door?" he asked.
"Where's the fun in that?"

When we got to Harris Hall, the party was in full swing. Wade put his hand on my back and yelled in my ear over the music.
"I'm going to get us something to drink."
I nodded my head and said, "I'm going to go talk to Natasha and Logan over there."
"Alright. I'll be there in a sec."
I went over to Natasha and Logan whose backs were to me. I tapped Natasha on the shoulder and she turned around. She smiled and gave me a hug.
"Hey! I didn't know you were here. Did you come alone?" she asked.
"Oh, no. Wade came over and walked with me. He's getting our drinks."
"Oooo!" she said with a smile.
"Haha. We're just friends, goof," I replied.
"I'm sure," she said with a wink.
With that, Wade came up to us and handed me a cup.
"What are we talking about?" he asked.
Natasha was about to say something when Logan stepped in.
"We were just talking about what happened today to Remy and Marie."
"Oh yeah," Wade said, "Eh, I don't feel like talking about it. That's all everyone has been talking about."
"Yeah, it's pretty depressing," I said.
We sat, listening to music, and drank from our cups. After a few minutes, Wade put his arm around my shoulders.
"Want to dance?" he asked.
"Sure."
I set my cup on the table and we moved to the dance floor.

It was late before I got back to my room and when I started getting ready for bed Bobbi and Natasha came in my room.
"Hey whore," Bobbi said, plopping on my bed. Natasha went and sat on my desk. "What's up?" she asked.
"Getting ready for bed. I have a meeting with Bruce tomorrow."
"Bruce?" Natasha asked.
"Banner."
"Oh…you call him Bruce?"
I shrugged, "He told me to, since we're working together."
"Ooo! I think he likes you and I think you like him!"
"Psh, please. He's 32, my teacher and he can get someone his own age. And I don't like him. I think he's cool and fun to hang out with, but I don't like him. Besides, what happened to Wade? You seemed to think there was something going on with Wade and I earlier."
Bobbi was digging in my fridge, pulling out a bottle of Bacardi. Natasha just shook her head.
"That's all in the past," she said, "Now that I know that you and Bruce are so close, obviously he's a much better choice. Wade is kind of crazy anyways."
I threw my hands in the air and scoffed.
"Methinks you doth protest too much," Bobbi said.
"And methinks you doth drink too much," I answered, grabbing the bottle.
"Listen, I love your late night visits, but I really need to get some sleep."
Natasha dropped down from the desk.
"Alright. We won't leave you tired for your meeting with your lover tomorrow."
With that they walked out the door.
"He's not my lover!" I yelled after them.
After they left, I shut off the lights and climbed into bed. I couldn't stop the thoughts churning in my head. Maybe Natasha was right. What if Bruce does like me? Is he even gay or bi? Is it wrong if he does like me? Do I like him back?
After a bit I figured that Bruce probably didn't like me. Natasha thought that Wade liked me too. I figured she was just trying to hook me up with someone. However, I realized that I did have a crush on Bruce, but I know that nothing could come of it. After all, it's Bruce.

AN: Poor Clint. Developing emotions and feeling all self-conscious. Feel free to review, even if it's just "Awesome!" or "This sucks!"