Everything Now ••Winterhawk••

Caffeine x10

Wednesday September 5, 2018
(Grey day)

"That's your second Red Bull today, where do you get this shit?" Bucky laughed quietly as he pulled the can away from Clint and set it on his own desk.

"I have my plugs," Clint smirked. "Now can I have it back?"

"Mm," Bucky feigned thought. "No."

"What, why?!" Clint whined.

"Claire, would you like to share what you and James are talking about?" Ms. Smith, their civics teacher, shot the two an ugly glare.

"No, thank you, ma'am. Sorry," Clint said quickly, shaking his head at Bucky's pleading look. Before anymore could be said, the bell for D lunch rang and everyone got up to leave. Clint nabbed his drink back, chugging it then trashing it.

"Why don't you want me to say anything?" Bucky asked quietly as they walked side by side to the courtyard where the seniors were allowed to eat when the weather was nice.

"Just because I'm out to you doesn't mean I should be out to fucking everyone," Clint groaned. "I don't want to deal with my teachers giving me more trouble when they find out I don't fit their norm."

"Well, I'll hel-"

"Buck, you don't get it. Not everyone needs to know my business. I've made it this far, what's another couple months?"

"But you- you're letting others hurt you by just-"

"Stop! God damnit, okay? Thank you for caring, but you don't know what it's like. Being out in highschool would be a fucking nightmare, so much more so than getting called the wrong gender, okay?" Clint sighed as they approached their usual table, the other's already engaged and a deep conversation over which was better, Jurassic Park or Jurassic World.

"Okay.." Bucky sighed. "Are you gonna tell them though?"

"Well, I mean, since you know I can't not tell them," Clint laughed softly before sitting in the empty spot beside Natasha. Bucky sat beside him, across from Steve. They both easily dropped into the debate as it swerved from topic to topic, landing on everyone yelling at Vis to ask that red headed junior, Wanda, on a date.

"Hey, uh, I've something to say." Everyone around the table hushed each other and directed their attention to the dirty blond who stood, hand twisting the other.

"So uhm, I uh.."

"You're pregnant?"

"No, Tony, I'm not. I'm-"

"You're moving to Iowa?"

"No, why is that so specific?"

Bruce simply shrugged.

"You're secretly married to a Mongolian spy who sold all your organs to the Russians." Everyone stopped and turned to stare at Natasha.

"What the fuck, Nat?" Clint gaped at her.

"Well if it's not that then continue." She waved her hand in the air as a gesture to go on.

"God, I almost wish it was that. Uhm.." Bucky slyly rested a hand on the back of Clint's knee where no one could see. You can do it he mouthed and Clint nodded, took a deep breath and- "I'm transgender."

"Eewwww, man."

"Excuse me?" Bucky snapped, glaring at Sam.

"No, dude, I found a hair on my pizza," he whined, holding it up on dropping it to the ground. "Not uh,-" he gestured to Clint.