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Clint is Eros

Clint hated Valentines Day. It wasn't that he didn't like the love, no he adored the amount of love that one day could hold, but he was the god of love and the son of Aphrodite. As such, every day on Valentines he had to go around the Western Civilization and shoot those with the Mark. The Mark was a small thing, invisible to everyone but Clint (more commonly know as Eros, or even Cupid,) and Aphrodite. The Mark of Aphrodite didn't do anything to those who held it, no it was Clint's arrows that did that. Those who held the mark were people who loved someone, but suppressed or ignored their feelings until Aphrodite herself decided it had gone on too long.

This particular Valentines Day, though, was horrible for Clint. No one knew of his identity except the demigods, and Tony just had to gain guardianship over the most powerful one in extisance. On Valentines Day, no less, so Clint already had a hard time keeping his Greek and Roman forms contained. Percy's arrival at the tower tipped him over, though, and he transformed as soon as he saw the half-blood.

"Perseus." Clint, or rather, Eros, growled out, ignoring the surprised faces of him team. "You had to come today. Of all days. And during my break, too." Percy glared right back.

"It's not my fault the pit suddenly decided he loved his wife enough to avenge her, or that Valentines Day is hard for you, Eros." Percy spit the name like a curse.

"Why you so grumpy? And who are you calling Eros? That's Clint." Tony interrupted the glaring contest Percy and Eros seemed to be having.

"I'm grumpy because that little shit of a god over there forced my cousin to come out against his will to our other cousin, Jason. Also, that is definitely Eros, not whoever—oh shit I forgot about that, sorry Eros."

"You don't sound sorry."

"I'm not, I couldn't care less about your secret identity or little team."

Clint grumbled, then, without looking away from Percy said, "Well I have a job to do. Mind telling them, Sea-spawn?" And he turned and flew out the window without waiting for a response.

The Avengers stood and stared at the now open window where Clint—no, Eros, had stood before shifting their gazes to the raven-haired boy now sitting on the couch. "I'm not telling you shit, he can explain when he gets back from whatever the fuck he's doing." After staring at his nephew, Tony shrugged and went to join him on the couch. With that, the rest of the Avengers followed Tony's example and watched TV, waiting for Eros to return.

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Eros flew back in the still-open window and sighed, satisfied. His work was done. Now to talk to the team. He looked at the TV, and found his entire team and Percy watching Finding Nemo.

"Hey everyone! How's it going?" Eros said happily, plopping himself down on the couch next to Bucky.

"Where have you been, Clint? You can't just transform with no explanation then just fly off! It's been hours!"

"Wait. Did Percy explain anything?" Clint's smile dropped.

"No I did not. You gods expect us to do everything you say, and I'm sick of it. I'm not explaining anything. Especially not for you." Percy spoke up, not moving his gaze from the fish on the screen.

"Excuse you! I can ruin your love life!" Eros yelled, standing and curling his hands into fists as he glared at Percy who calmly looked over with a deadpan expression.

"Bit late for that, eh? My girlfriend, the only one I ever loved, died three weeks ago bastard."

Eros paused, sitting again. "Fair."

"Sooo you gonna explain anything?" Tony added after a small silence. Clint looked, truly looked, not just a passing glance, at his team members for the fist time all day, and groaned.

"Yeah." He said, standing and readying his bow. "Just let me do something real quick." With that, he drew back, and fired. His arrows flew straight and true, and hit their marks. Unfortionetly, he had forgotten that his team was entirely made of clear-sighted mortals. Thus, they could see as he fired his bow, and as the arrows sunk into the arms of Steve, Bucky, and Tony, their Marks flaring once, then disappearing with the arrow, dissolving into them. A crash came from behind them as the team stared in shock. Eros turned around and drew his bow once again, sighing as he took aim and fired at Pepper's Mark, then waving his hand at the broken cup on the ground, repairing it.

"You all might want to sit down and listen up." And so he told them. Everything. And Percy was successfully embarrassed when he reached the part about his adventures.

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Hey I heard about this idea of Clint as Eros and decided to go with it. This is my first fully-published one-shot, and this will be a book of MCU/PJO(including HOO) one-shots. Hope you like the story. Bye for now!
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