So you're here for chapter four. Congratulations, you haven't given up on me! I hope this one is satisfactory. Everyone who has favorited and followed and reviewed, you're all amazing and you're the gas in my tank. I really want to finish this whole thing, because I hate it when I find something I like and it's left unfinished.

"Okay, I've got a group of guys together. Couldn't find any better guys; they're Padua's finest." Bruce reassured Steve as he guided the blonde down a dirty stairwell and into a darker room. There sat three guys and one girl, all looking desperate and a tad on the weasel-ish side. Steve looked at Bruce with uncertainty and some disappointment.

"Hey! How you doing?" Bruce asked in an optimistic tone. "Would any of you be interested in dating Loki Odinson?"

One burst into laughter, another stared on blankly, the girl remarked "Ho, I've never been that ripped."

The last responded with "Maybe if we were the last two people on earth. And there were no sheep. Are there sheep?"

Well, there was that.

Bruce and Steve sat at their lab table, scalpels in hand and goggles over eyes, a platter with a formaldehyde preserved frog in front of them. Only a step or two behind them, Clint and Daken were picking apart their own frog. Or rather, he took out a butterfly knife and stabbed the frog with apparent force.

"I told you it would be pointless. No one will go out with Loki," Bruce had an I-told-you-so expression. Steve turned around in time to witness Clint's little Vlad the Impaler of Frogs display.

"Hey," his eyes lightened with a new idea. He nodded to Clint. "What about him?"

"Him? No no. Don't look at him, okay?" Bruce's face looked more concerned now. "He's a criminal. I heard he lit a state trooper on fire. He just did a year in San Quentin."

"Well, I bet that was a lonely time. He probably wants someone..." Steve was too innocent to say something as simple as 'I bet he's horny!'

"Seriously, Steve. He's whacked in the head. He sold his own liver on the black market for a set of nice speakers." They turned to find Clint taking out a cigarette and leaning towards the flames to light up a smoke. Daken rapidly grabbed it from him and stubbed it out, a disapproving look on his face.

"I'm convinced. He's our guy," Steve had his mind set on Clint. The sandy haired male looked up at the staring friends. They looked away immediately.

Later on, they found Clint in the woodshop classroom. Steve approached him, upbeat, polite, and carrying his French text book. "Hey, how are you? Listen, I-" Clint raised his hand, gripping a power drill and using it, drilling a hole in the center of Steve's book. Steve's face contained shock. "Okay. Later, then."

Bruce and Steve walked in step through the hall way.

"How do we get him to date Loki?"

"I don't know. We could pay him. But we don't have any money," Steve dropped a new idea on the table, and Bruce pondered it.

"What we need is a backer."

"What do you mean?"

"An idiot with lots of money." Moments later they both came to the same conclusion.

At lunch time, Bruce swaggered up to Stark's table and sat down like it was an everyday occurrence. Tony and his ape friends were laughing at a crappily drawn pair of boobs on a lunch tray. They stopped and looked at Bruce like he was an alien.

"Is that a peach Fruit Roll-Up? Those are hard to come b-" he had started to reach for the candy when he started his sentence, and he stopped when the owner of the Roll-Up grabbed his wrist and gave him a dirty look. "Okay, alright."

"Are you lost?" Tony squinted at the olive skinned teenager.

"Actually, I just came by to have a little talk,"

"We don't talk."

"I have a business proposition for you, if you're interested."

"I'm not accepting business agreements right now." Tony replied with a gallon of snark.

"Please, just hear me out," Tony held Bruce by the jaw, raising the black marker to his cheek. He didn't lose any confidence, fully aware a dick was being traced across his face. He spoke anyway. "You're after Loki, right? But you can't because of his father's rules and Loki is an unlovable headcase, right?"

"Is there a purpose to this conversation?"

"I'm getting there. The idea is to hire someone tough enough to take him out. Someone who doesn't scare easily." Bruce points to Clint and Daken, a few table away.

"That guy? I heard he ate an entire duck once," Tony looked incredulous, but also like he was giving in to the idea.

"Everything but the beak and feet. Clearly he would be a solid investment."

"What's in it for you?" Tony appeared suspicious.

"Nothing much. I'm just walking down the hall and say hi, and you say hi back."

"Cool by association? I'll consider it." Tony finished drawing man parts on Bruce's face. Bruce, pleased with himself, bobbed his head and stuck around at the table.

"We're finished now." Tony encouraged Bruce to leave.

"Yeah," Bruce nodded and departed. He walked quickly back to Steve, who waited with an aura anxiety.

"What are you doing dealing with him?" Steve felt like he was undoubtedly below Tony, and it was no question Thor would choose Stark over himself.

"Relax. He can pretend he's calling the shots. We know it's all you. While he's dealing with Clint you're getting farther with Thor. Simple, right?"

"That is a good idea."

On the green field, the soccer team was practicing, most aggressively and determined of all was Loki. Clint and Daken were standing in the benches, Clint smoking.

"Hey, how you doing?" Tony attempted to engage Clint, who brushed him off entirely. "I had some great duck last night."

"Do I know you?" Clint shot Stark a dark look.

"See that guy?" Tony tipped his head towards Loki, headbutting the soccer ball.

"Yeah,"

"That's Loki Odinson. I want you to go out with him."

"Yeah, sure thing, Sparky." Clint had a trace of a smirk on his lips.

"Look, I can't take out Thor if no one takes out Loki. Their dad has this issue mind he won't let them-"

"That's a touching story, but that's not my problem. And what makes you think I'm gay?"

"Anyone could be a little gay if there's something to gain. Could I make this your problem if I provide generous compensation?"

"You're gonna pay me to take out some dude so you can bang his brother?"

"Mhmm."

"How much?"

"Twenty bucks."

"Are you shitting me? Let's say we go to the movies. Tickets? At least twenty. he'll want popcorn. Fifty. And, he'll need soda to wash it down, so that brings us to... seventy-five."

"This isn't some negotiation. Take it or leave it."

"Fifty bucks and we got a deal, Fabio." Clint was serious, but smiled a little when Tony sighed and passed him fifty dollars.