Chapter 20: Five By Five

Steve looked up from his food, finishing off the last of his Drax fries. He was happy they were all in higher spirits, considering being blown off by Bruce today. Boy was that situation far from fixed.

"So Senior Trip. We all going?" he asked.

"Aye! Most definitely." said Thor.

"Is that even a question? I've never been to Universal Studios before." said Jane.

"Meh. Probably not. I don't like to leave my Aunt May by herself." said Peter.

Tony looked mischievously at Clint who was biting into a sandwich.

"If my boyfriend would let his sugar coochie pay for him then yes."

Clint set down his sandwich and eyed Tony hard.

"If you keep referring to yourself as my 'sugar coochie' in my presence I'm breaking up with you."

"Psh. You wouldn't do that over a nickname, Clyde."

"Maybe not, but I would revoke your whatwhat heyhey privileges for a week."

"Oh God! Please don't do that to me!"

Steve closed his eyes and dropped his fries back in the basket. The image of his friends having some whatwhat heyhey was not something he needed running through his brain.

"Wow. Clint, not as subtle as you think." he said.

Thor furrowed a brow.

"I do not understand."

Peter rose from the table, stretching his back and wiping off his hands with a napkin.

"Welp, on that note I think I'm gonna skidaddle. Thanks for lunch. See you guys around."

Peter shook hands with all of them and edges out of the booth. The group waved goodbye and bid him farewell. Steve and his friends continued to eat the rest of their food and talk amongst themselves for a while. When they were all finished, Thor and Jane went off somewhere while Steve tagged along with Tony and Clint. Nothing against Thor and Jane, but Steve felt much less like a third wheel when he was around the other couple instead. Thor and Jane were all lovey dovey with each other. Clint and Tony were more like best friends who occasionally smooched.

"So, where're we going?" he asked.

"Well first I'm gonna call Nat. Gonna ask if she was able to get through to Bruce somehow and see if we maybe need to head over there too." said Clint.

"Yup. I figure if anyone would be able to get a word out of him today it'd either be Hammy or Bonnie." said Tony.

"What about you? Aren't you his Science Bro?" asked Steve.

"True. Be that as it may, Thor was the one Bruce befriended first. And Natasha well, I don't wanna jump to any conclusions but..."

Tony shrugged, making Steve get confused.

"What? What about her?"

Clint clicked his tongue and chuckled.

"Besides the fact that she is kind of a natural interrogator when she wants to be, those two sorta have a connection."

"Really?" asked Steve.

When the heck did this ever happen?

"Yup. Didn't really think much about it before. You know, since Bruce was with Betty and all and Natasha never seemed interested in anybody before. Now, who knows?"

Steve leaned in closer to Clint.

"Bruce literally just got dumped yesterday. You think him and Natasha would actually become a thing?"

Clint shook his head.

"Nah. At least not yet. It's all pretty much speculation at this point but, I don't know. I see potential."

Steve nodded and left it at that. He didn't see the potential but then again he wasn't as observant as Clint. Steve laughed at himself. That was kinda funny considering Steve was supposed to be "everybody's best friend". Clint took out his cell and walked ahead of them some to talk on the phone. Steve edged closer to Tony who was already saddened to see Clint not right by side. Then Steve remembered what Clint told him yesterday. Tony nearly told Clint he loved him. Steve didn't really know what to say to that. He'd seen Tony and the way he treated relationships over the past few years. Clint Barton was a game changer for sure.

"Hey Tony?"

The millionaire looked up at him.

"Hm?"

"How are you?"

Tony frowned.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"With Clint. How are you?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Yesterday before Loki came over, Clint told me...something."

Realizations smacked Tony in the face making him slump his shoulders.

"I can guess what, Cap."

"So is it true? Do you love him?"

Tony shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I think I do. It's crazy how much I missed him during his nest day. When I finally saw him after you dropped him off yesterday...God. It was like I hadn't seen him in weeks, you know? It's fucking crazy. How he makes me feel. What he does to me. It's fucking nuts."

Steve smiled. He couldn't help giving his buddy a short hug that made him blush.

"Wow, Tony. No offense but I just never would've thought, you know. When do you think you'll tell him?"

Tony laughed strangely, shoving his hands even deeper in his pockets.

"There's a bit of a situation there, Steve. I want to tell him when he's ready to hear it. He told me himself he's not ready now. It could be a long time until he is, but I'm sure it'd be worth it. When do I THINK I'll tell him? Sooner than I oughta and probably by accident."

Steve noticed that he almost looked sad in the face. There was also some fear there. That's when Steve knew this was the real deal. Tony Stark never showed fear. Steve wanted to hug him again, but that might've only embarrassed Tony. So instead Steve placed a strong hand on his shoulder and flashed his Captain Smile.

"Tony, you're a good boyfriend. We all see it. Clint sees it. Yeah you're right. Odds are, you're probably going to tell him you love him by accident sooner or later. If you're worried about scaring him off or something, don't be. If there's one thing Clint's proven is that he's full of surprises. He's in this with you."

Tony playfully punched Steve in the arm.

"You're so damn wise, Cap. I knew there was a reason I stopped hating you Sophomore year."

Steve rolled his eyes but kept smiling. Even when he didn't know too much about the subject he always tried to find a way to say the right thing.

"I love you too, Tony. Platonically of course."

Clint suddenly rejoined them, putting his phone away.

"Just talked to Nat. She says Bruce still isn't talking but he's not pulling away from her. I asked her if we should stop by and she said no."

"Poor Brucie Boy. I wish there was more we could do for him. It actually hurt my feelings the way he avoided us today. Especially me! I'm his damn Science Bro!" said Tony.

"Best thing we can do now is just continue to be his friends. He'll be ready to speak to us again in no time. I'm sure of it." Steve assured.

"I agree. Besides, Natasha has more power over people than she takes credit for." said Clint.

"Well she's a huge factor in how you and I finally got together." said Tony cupping Clint's jaw and smooching him.

"Let's wait and see how this plays out too."

Steve clapped his hands.

"So, what do guys wanna do now?" he asked.

"Not sure. Whatever it is I can't hang for too long. Barney told me he's making dinner tonight and um, he wants me home for it."

Both Steve and Tony grew uncomfortable at the mention of Clint's big brother. It was clear that even though Barney cared about Clint, the two Bartons didn't really tend to get along so well. Steve still thought Barney was a dick for what he did on Sunday.

And just before Loki showed up a few hours later. Two a-hole brothers in the same day.

Tony pouted and put his hand on Clint's stomach.

"Dammit, Clint. Are you really choosing to have dinner with your brother instead of me? Your handsome rich Sugar Coo-Ow!"

Clint pinched Tony's arm before he could finish that statement, making the millionaire wince and Steve laugh.

"Look, it's been a long time since I've had a homemade dinner with Barney. Yeah he's a dick but he's my family and...weirdly enough I kinda miss hanging with him. The old Barney anyways."

Steve pondered this for a second. Tony rolled his eyes, clearly not moved. Steve was more open.

"I can kinda get behind that. But that's a different thing. In the meantime let's go to the movie store. They got a clearance sale going on." he suggested.

Tony perked up at the idea.

"Sounds five by five to me. Wait, did I just say that?"

Clint laughed and kissed Tony on the forehead.

"Congratulations. You're quoting me, my rich handsome bastard."

Tony laughed, his hands never leaving Clint as they made their way to Steve's car.

"'Rich handsome bastard'. Accurate but not as funny as Sugar Coochie."

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Steve couldn't help himself. In the video store, he'd been planning on buying some more military movies or any action film from the eighties, but then he and Clint saw it; the brand spanking new Three Kicks To The Head video game. Steve didn't need to see anything else and spent his money on that and another controller. After he was done with his purchase, Steve found Clint in the same isle still eying the game. Tony joined them shortly, sighing with irritation.

"For God's sake, Clint, just let me buy it for you. Or hell, you don't have to. I just got my own deluxe copy delivered to me this morning and you spend lot of time at my house anyway."

Clint shook his head and put the case back on the shelf. Steve sighed and pinched his forehead.

I can already tell where this is headed.

"Nah. It's okay. I'll get it another time."

Tony whined loudly and stomped his foot.

"Why are you doing this to me, Clyde?"

"I don't want you buying things for me, Tony." said Clint.

"I can't believe this. I cannot freaking believe this. My networth is ridiculously high. I have millions of dollars at my disposal and yet not one dime can be spent on you. Why is that?"

Steve knew Tony was keeping up his usual high energy appearance but he could see the seriousness behind his statement. One of the downsides to dating Clint Barton was the ever present stubbornness he couldn't shake.

"I'm with Tony on this. It's okay for someone to get you gifts. Especially if they're your boyfriend." Steve said.

"Your rich boyfriend."

Tony added.

Clint just shook his head unconvinced.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"I don't want you to buy things for me. And stop pointing out the whole 'rich boyfriend' thing. That's not why I'm with you."

Tony slapped his forehead in irritation.

"I never said you were, you dummy. All I'm saying is dating me has a lot of perks. I just wanna be a good boyfriend and do something nice for you. I'm not trying to be your sugar daddy if that's what you're thinking."he vented.

Taking a lesson from Thor, Steve quickly chose to ease the tension building between his pals.

"Don't you mean sugar coochie, Tony?"

Tony grinned at Steve then laughed. Clint didn't but he cracked a smile.

"You know what I think? I think you like being stubborn just to edge me on."

Clint put his hands on his hips.

"Is that what you think?"

Tony nodded fiercely.

"Oh yeah. Let's face it, I've had you in my clutches ever since I kissed you during Truth or Dare. But of course your stubbornness made you wanna deny our chemistry until that following Monday. Am I wrong?"

Clint blushed and walked away down another aisle, failing at hiding the shy smile that inked across his face. Tony chuckled and followed him, presumably to tease him some more. Steve when to the front counter to wait on them while they browsed some more. The taller blond shook his head and sighed. Why Clint was still resisting Tony he didn't know. He wondered if Clint really did have an issue with Tony buying him stuff or if he was still being hardheaded for the sake of being hardheaded.

Probably the latter. Oh Clint.

Steve then turned around and was treated to a small surprise. Coming in through the front doors was a certain thin red-blonde girl in business clothes and a tall black boy walking arm in arm with her and smiling at her. Steve's ears went red. Rhodey and Pepper. It'd been some time since he'd seen those two. They used to be in Tony's little clique once upon a time. Now Steve and the rest of the Circle hardly saw them at all these days both in and out of school. He wasn't sure how to feel about them. When it came to Rhodey and Pepper, they were always closer to Tony than Steve. They were friendly, not friends. Plus part of Steve still wasn't cool with them walking out on Tony the night of his birthday party.

Not cool.

Pepper smiled awkwardly when she saw Steve by the checkout counter. Rhodey held a straight face as they approached him.

"Hi, Steve. Been a while." said Rhodey.

Steve mustered up a small smile.

"Yup. Sure has." he said.

"We came buy looking for the complete Rules of Engagement series. Do you know if they have it here?" asked Pepper.

"Not sure. I've never even watched the series before."

"Oh. Okay. You here alone?" asked Rhodey.

And this was when Steve knew things were about to get awkward. He paused, not too certain on how they'd react if he told them he was there with Stark. He didn't know the specifics of why Rhodey and Pepper never hung out with them anymore but he was almost one-hundred percent sure it was because of-

"Oh. Uh, hi Tony." Pepper said quietly.

Steve turned around and saw Tony standing there with a smug grin.

"James. Virginia. How nice to see you two again." he greeted properly.

Steve swallowed hard. Since when did Tony call them by their real names?

"How are you doing? Walk out on anybody else lately?"

Things between them must be worse than I thought.

Pepper rolled her eyes, turned around and walked away back out the front door. Rhodey chuckled at Tony, crossing his arms.

"Still behaving like a child I see." he sneered.

Tony chuckled back, stepping closer to Steve.

"Maybe I am. Does it look like I care? Should I care?" Tony asked vindictively.

Rhodey clicked his tongue and pointed his finger at Tony.

"Well maybe if you did care then Pepper and I wouldn't have-"

"Save it, James." Tony interrupted.

"You told all I needed to hear on Saturday."

"Well maybe you need to hear it again, Anthony." Rhodey spat.

Tony's smugness disappeared as he practically growled at his former best friend.

"Say it again and I will fu-"

"Hey! No, Tony." said Steve.

Tony scowled but Steve crossed his arms and looked at him challengingly. He was bigger and stronger than Tony. He could easily stop him from losing his temper getting physical. Not if he could help it. Suddenly Clint came up behind Tony, seemingly oblivious to the situation and holding a case of DVDs.

"Hey, T. I'm gonna get the all the seasons of Angel."

Tony then winked at Rhodey, grabbed Clint and captured his mouth with a surprise kiss. Clint went wide eyed and yelped as Tony pressed the kiss deeper and dipped him. Steve closed his eyes and groaned.

Tony is so transparent sometimes.

Rhodey scolded at all three of them then left the store in a huff to find Pepper. Tony brought Clint back up and broke their kiss with a loud lip smack. Clint lowered his eyebrows at Tony and wiped at the corner of his mouth.

"Tony, what the hell?" he asked annoyed.

"What? I can't kiss you because I feel like it? Isn't that what couples do?" Tony asked, failing at sounding innocent.

"Don't pretend like I didn't see Rhodey just now. Dammit, Tony. If you wanna kiss me, do it because you wanna kiss me. Not to purposefully piss off somebody who used to be your friend. I am not some kinda tactic."

Tony shut his mouth and stared quietly at the floor. Then Steve put a hand on both of their shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.

"You guys alright?" he asked.

Tony nodded but still didn't say anything. Clint chewed on his lips and continued breathing annoyed.
"Let's just get these movies and drop me off back at my house."

Steve wanted to ask Clint to hang out just a little bit longer. From the look in Tony's eyes so did he. But Clint was clearly agitated and Steve didn't want him snapping at anybody.

Time to go Switzerland again I suppose.

Steve nodded and said,

"Okay. No biggie. Angel, huh? Cool series."

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Tony felt guilty. One of the rare times he ever did but he couldn't help it. Seeing Rhodey and Pepper again just pissed him off greatly. Especially Rhodey. Tony had tried being mad at Pepper. He really did, but he couldn't do it. He could never hate Pepper. Rhodey however? Yeah that was a different thing. Tony wanted to piss him off so yeah, he macked on Clint like the horny teenager he was. He accomplished his mission to drive Rhodey away, but now Clint was clearly upset with him. Which was already bad enough since their dumb little spat about Tony wanting buying him the TKH Game was left unresolved.

Damn. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Tony leaned against the window as Steve drove them to Clint's house. His boyfriend sat in the back with that damn blank expression. The millionaire kept sneaking glances at Clint through the mirror. What Tony would've given to be able to read minds right now.

What's with Bartons and looking lifeless when they want to? And still looking sexy when they do it.

Tony chuckled to himself as they pulled up to the Barton house. Nuh uh. He wasn't ending his day like this. He pulled off his seatbelt as Steve set his convertible in park.

"Thanks for the ride. See ya tomorrow, Steve." said Clint getting out of the car.

Tony winked at Steve.

"Yup. See you tomorrow, Steve."

"What?"

The Tony got out of the car as well. Clint looked surprised as Tony came up to him and Steve drove off.

"Tony, what are you doing?" asked Clint.

"What's it look like? Spending some time with my boyfriend."

Clint simply shook his head and took out his house keys.

"He's not home yet but I told you already B wants to have a family dinner with me tonight." said Clint as they entered his home.

Tony kicked off his shoes and set them in the corner. Clint kept walking down the hall, but then Tony wrapped his arms around Clint's waist from behind and rested his cheek against his back.

"I know. So I'm asking; Clint, would you have me over for dinner with your brother please?"

Clint stopped walking and tensed his shoulders.

"Do you know what you're asking, Tony? This is Barney we're talking about. Do you remember what happened the last time you and I were together around him?"

Tony held Clint's waist tighter.

"I'm Tony fucking Stark, remember? I can deal with Barney as long as you're my boyfriend. Besides,..."

He trailed his fingers around Clint's knuckles.

"I'd love for you to have dinner with me and my father one of these days." he said sweetly.

"T, I am not trying to have dinner with your bougie dad. But..."

Clint snaked his fingers between Tony's and held his hand tight.

"I'll do it for you. I'd do quite a few things for you. You know that?"

Tony chuckled against the back of Clint's head.

"You mean like have a conversation with somebody other than Natasha? Become apart of the best group of friends I've ever had. Kiss me in public. Let me pursue you in the first goddamn place."

Clint finally turned around, his steely blues gazing into Tony's chocolate browns with the affection and softness Tony craved from him.

"True. All very true. You just get everything you want, don't you?" he asked playfully.

Tony leaned in close, letting the heat and electricity between their lips build as they both started breathing a little hard.

"Again, I'm Tony fucking Stark. I'm rich. I'm spoiled. I always get my way. Whatever or whoever. It's not my fault you ended up being attracted back to me."

Tony gasped as Clint gave Tony's butt a sudden squeeze, his strong archer fingers bunching the fabric of his slacks.

"Jesus Christ I am. You get me so worked up, Tony." Clint breathed out.

Tony's eyes bulged as Clint's pants rocket grew brick hard in half a second and stabbed Tony's naval. Clint looked at him hungrily and licked his lower lip. Tony would've been braindead if he didn't know where this was leading. Not that it wasn't completely fucking sexy and getting Tony hard himself, but something was holding Tony back.

"So earlier back in the store...are we cool? I never did apologize for that."

Clint leaned forward and licked Tony's jawline.

"Do I look like I care about that right now? Now hush. I've been kinda horny since our kiss at Groot's."

The lust filled blond palmed Tony's groin, the millionaire's pants begging to be taken off. Tony made a purring sound against his will and gave a thrust into Clint's hand. No denying he was horny too, but still something was holding him back.

"Clint wait,..." said Tony, but his lover refused to listen

Clint unzipped Tony's pants and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Tony's pants fell around his knees and he moaned loudly as Clint tasted the roof of his mouth. Tony was then pushed into Clint's bedroom as they continued tongue kissing and dry humping their erections together. His self control was fading every second, but still something inside of Tony wanted them to stop. Clint yanked down Tony's boxers and grabbed his brick hard cock. As good as it felt, Tony broke their kiss and tensed up.

"Clint, hold up." he said breathily.

Clint's arousal heavy eyes glared at him.

"The fuck are you stopping me for?" he growled out.

Tony swallowed. It was hard finding words to say with Clint still holding his cock in his hand.

"I don't know just...just slow down, Clint."

Clint's dilated pupils started returning to normal right before Tony's eyes.

"Di-did I do something?" he asked, subconsciously continuing to slowly stroke Tony's length.

Tony shook his head as a small whine escaped his throat.

"No you didn't it's just...I don't know, Clint and ohhhhhhhhhh gahhhhd."

Tony nearly melted as Clint tightened his grip and began jerking him with circular motions. He wanted to give in so badly, but the nagging feeling just wouldn't go away. He put his hand on Clint's and pried his fingers off his cock. His lover then got annoyed, staring down at Tony's still wooden hard dick.

"You're hard as a brick right now, and you're the one who got me all worked up in the first place. Why aren't we doing dirty things to each other right now?"

Tony slowly pulled up his slacks, tucking in his hard-on as best he could. Then he smiled at Clint and cupped his face.

"Clint, I don't know, okay. I don't know. Now I'm gonna kiss you and do it right this time. Okay?"

Tony grabbed Clint's beltloops, tugging him down on top of him as he fell on his back on the bed. He then ran his hand through Clint's spikes as he pressed their lips together. Softly. Tenderly. Taking his time to appreciate the suppleness of Clint's lips and the tangy sweet taste of cranberry juice on his tongue. Clint's animal calmed down as he did the same, curling his arm under Tony's leg. Tony angled his head left and right, breathing through his nose and running his hands all through Clint's hair. When Tony finally had to take a breather they both ended the kiss at the same time, smiling and laughing breathlessly at one another.

"You've got it bad, don't you?" asked Clint.

"Meaning what?"

"The first time we had some whatwhat heyhey you were dryhumping me against your kitchen counter. Now here you are stopping the naughty time to kiss me like my mouth is made of honey."

Tony flicked Clint's ear and pouted.

"Don't make fun of me, Clint. You know how I feel about you. This isn't a joke to me."

Clint ever so slowly slid his hand under Tony's shirt, sliding his hand over the smooth skin of Tony's chest. Tony almost moaned again, Clint's hands feeling like they were leaving tingling trails of electricity around his perked nipples.

"I know, Tony. I know. By the away, you're the best kisser I've ever been with."

Tony cocked an eyebrow.

"Best kisser, Clyde?"

Clint flicked his tongue out like a snake.

"Best. Now do that to me again before I go running back to Nat."

Tony growled and gripped tightly on Clint's collar.

"Fuck that! You are mine, Clint Barton. C'mere."

And Tony pulled them into another slow but passionate makeout session, the two of them kissing each other for god knows how long until they heard the distant rattle of keys at the front door. Clint quickly stopped their kiss and hopped off of Tony.

"I hate you." he grumbled.

"What did I do?" asked Tony sitting up.

"You got me all hot and bothered and shit just before Barney comes in."

Tony looked straight ahead at Clint's groin as his boyfriend quickly straightened out his shirt and hair. His hard-on was putting up a fight. Tony licked his lips. He wanted to free it and grab it and taste it, but it was too late now. No way was he gonna have Barney catch him with his little brother's dick in his mouth.

"Sorry." he breathed out, trying to compose himself as he heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Tony and Clint were both barely presentable by the time Barney peeked his head into Clint's room.
"Hey, bro. You home?" he asked.

Clint cleared his throat and wiped his lips.

"Yup. Wassup?"

Barney had a faint smile on his face which dropped the second he saw Tony on the bed. Truth was Tony was more or less intimidated by him, but like he'd ever show it. He flashed his pearly whites at the older Barton and waved.

"Clint tell you we were having dinner tonight?" asked Barney.

"Sure did."

Barney's eyes went from Tony to Clint who rubbing at his neck.

"You invited him?" he asked.

Clint shrugged.

"More or less."

Barney then took a deep breath and looked back at Tony. He knew he didn't like him very much and now here he was in his house. Tony knew Barney was pondering on whether or not to kick him out. He was surprised he didn't. Barney tapped his fingers on the door and turned around.

"Well I hope you like pot roast, Tony. I can't afford the bougie stuff you're used to."

Tony cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

Did Barney just make a joke? I can't tell but I'm happy.

"Loons like we're good here. What do you think, Clyde?" asked Tony.

Clint grabbed Tony's hair and stole another quick kiss.

"Five by five, T."

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Natasha blinked, not believing what she just heard.

"Come again, Bruce?"

The curly haired boy closed his eyes and looked away from her.

"I said I want you to go."

Natasha looked outside his window. The sun was nearly all the way down. Apparently she'd sat there with Bruce in silence longer than she thought. He seemed to be doing fine with her there and now he wanted her to leave?

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm uncomfortable, okay?"

After what seemed like hours, Natasha finally let go of Bruce's clammy hand. She sighed and nodded.

"Okay. I'm sorry. I'll go home now."

Natasha got up from the bed, hesitant to leave Bruce wallowing in sadness alone.

"I'm not giving up on you, Bruce. Don't think you're gonna avoid us again tomorrow."

Bruce's coffee brown eyes hardened as he glared at her.

"Why? You of all people should know what it's like to want to be left alone."

Natasha put her hands on her hips and hardened her eyes as well.

"Yes I do, but that's a different thing. You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm going to let you keep pushing me away. I don't care about a lot of people. You know that."

Bruce scoffed, standing up from his bed.

"If you care about me then what's with the mixed signals, huh? Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about."

Natasha snorted, stepping closer to him.

"I'M the one sending mixed signals? Mr. 'You're so beautiful'? What do you think of me, Bruce?"

Bruce challengingly stepped up to her.

"I'll answer that question if you can do the same. News flash, whatever control you have over Clint you do not have over me!"

Natasha scrunched her nose up at him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Bruce said nothing but kept scowling at her. Natasha smirked at him and gave her hair a flip.

"Okay. Have it your way. Clearly I'm getting nowhere with this."

Natasha spun around and calmly strolled out of his room.

"Have fun with your little pity party. I've got some noncrying to do."

A/N: Oh boy. Ohhh boy.