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When Clint asked if he could help out with the next Maria Stark Foundation gala, Tony recklessly said yes because whether or not Clint’s help would be helpful, it would definitely be interesting. Tony had envisioned Clint perhaps serving as a celebrity bartender, or even doing some trick-shot performing to entertain the crowds during the sit-down dinner portion of the event. 

Instead, with Tony’s blessing, Clint went straight to the head of the foundation, who refused to divulge to Tony what was going to happen. So Tony was as surprised as anyone when, at the gala, Clint showed up in a tuxedo, his most formal hip-quiver strapped to his waist, and...did nothing.

At least, until the charity auction, at which point he got onstage with the auctioneer, gave him a nod, and waited. 

“Is he going to shoot the winner?” Steve asked Tony urgently. Tony, who was already distracted by a sense of impending doom, pointed upwards.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Above them, several of the modified flying roombas were soaring overhead, each dragging a helium balloon behind it. Just as Steve looked up, the auctioneer announced the first winner, and Clint drew with astonishing speed, aimed, and fired. 

One of the balloons burst, and glitter rained down on the winner, who yelped in surprise and then shook himself briefly. Those around him shrieked and laughed. 

“Oh my god,” Tony said. 

“That’s not so bad,” Steve replied. 

“I don’t know if all of them have glitter in them,” Tony replied. 

“Only one way to find out,” Steve said, and before Tony could move, stole his paddle from him. Steve called, “Ten thousand dollars!” which was a pretty high bid for an afternoon excursion to the Met, then held the paddle over Tony’s head. 

Clint grinned, aimed, and sent a cascade of whipped cream from the next balloon raining down on Tony.