Everyone in the Avengers Tower had learned a few things since they had begun to live there.
One was if Clint was bored, then no one was safe from his antics and lately, that had been match-making like he was Cupid, instead of an assassin who just happened to also have a thing for bows. And the other was that Tony was in love with Steve and everyone accepted this as common knowledge and truth. Everyone, that is except for Steve himself, which was in itself pitiful as Tony was painfully obvious about it.
Yet, for some reason, It never even crossed Tony's mind that Clint was up to something when he asked if Tony could make him some new bows. He assumed he meant heat seeking or poison arrows, however that was hardly what he had wanted.
"You want arrows that will make people tell the truth of how they feel about the people that are near them at the moment?" Tony asked, not sure if the idea was ingenious or if Clint was just bored and needed to find some way to harass people, either way Tony liked it. Tony might not be as bad as Clint, but he still liked to stir up some trouble when he felt inclined to do so. And believe me, when Tony and Clint conspired together, the aftermath was almost always catastrophic.
"Yup," Clint said excitedly, "Oh, and make sure they're not lethal, of course."
"Well, okay, then. You're just lucky I don't have much to do in the lab or you wouldn't be getting them," Tony replied, pretending he didn't actually think that the idea was awesome.
"Please, you're probably already configuring a truth serum in your head," Clint said, seeing straight through his lies, not that Tony was surprised, he was a master assassin after all.
"Whatever, they'll be done in a week or two."
"Just in time for Valentine's Day," Clint replied mischievously, walking out of the room.
Tony couldn't help, but grin at his friend's goofy behavior. This was going to be awesome, Tony thought to himself, as he rolled out a blank blueprint sheet to start the design.
About a week and a half later, February 10th.
Tony had just put the finishing touches on the last arrow, when Clint walked in, harassing Tony for probably the twentieth time in the last week or so.
"They finished yet?" Clint asked as if he hadn't asked the same question less than an hour ago.
Tony sighed irritably, and put the last arrow in his arrow holder. "Thank god, yes because I swear you are the most irritating person I've ever made something for, as well as the most impatient. Remind me to never make anything for you ever again and this better be a good prank, I wasted a lot of time on those damn arrows."
"Yeah, yeah, your time is valuable and you have a ton of stuff to do," Clint waved him off. It wasn't the first time he had heard this speech and it certainly wouldn't be the last, "So, are you gonna finally tell lover boy how you feel about him?"
Tony blushed, but played dumb anyway. "What are you talking about Clint? I don't like, let alone love anybody."
"Liar. Remember that time you were drunk and totally confessed that you were in love with Steve, not that wasn't obvious to begin with. I mean, the entire building knows except for Steve, but that's because he's an oblivious idiot when he wants to be.
Tony's blush deepened. "Sh-shut up, Clint," Tony half-shouted, "and why should I tell him anyway? He'll just hate me anyway afterwords."
Clint just stared at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? He obviously likes you back! Have you seen the way he acts around you?"
