Fic: Dead Batteries
Title: Dead Batteries
Rating: Any
Summary: Read this entire Thread. It started off with the prompt: "So how does the quiver and bow work? Do they run on batteries? What if the batteries die before he runs out of arrows?"
Tony had the crazed mad scientist look that he got sometimes when he went a couple days without sleep. This was a fairly normal Stark look. What was more concerning was the ridiculous purple colored pig, arrow in its mouth, with some strange port at the back.
Clint scratched behind his ear, unsure of how he was supposed to react. "Huh... it's adorable?"
This seemed to be the awaited signal. "After your abandonment during the battle, which, by the way, my ears are still ringing from Steve's panicked calls, I decided batteries just wouldn't do. And well, the ipig was a good base but obviously wouldn't work so I striped it and put in one of my old arc reactors and seeing as you don't have a chest to poison nor should this drain the battery like my suit-“
“Woah guys, who is consorting with the lesser peons of the world?” Bruce asked from the doorway. Clint mouthed the words ‘lesser peons’ and Bruce shrugged, pointing at Tony for the origin.
Tony didn’t notice the side conversation, turning with a grin and presenting the ipig, “Look what I made Clint! I stripped the low tech from it, converted it so that Clint’s bow is compatible, colored it purple cause I’m a nice guy like that,” he glanced back at Clint to clarify, “Dude, it was pink before and you don’t seem like those manly pink guys and where was I? Oh yes, the arrow in the mouth because I don’t want some SHIELD agent mistaking it as a iphone charger.” Tony ended abruptly, looking expectant.
Bruce’s left eyebrow rose, “This is because of the battery incident, isn’t it?”
Rating: Any
Summary: Read this entire Thread. It started off with the prompt: "So how does the quiver and bow work? Do they run on batteries? What if the batteries die before he runs out of arrows?"
Tony had the crazed mad scientist look that he got sometimes when he went a couple days without sleep. This was a fairly normal Stark look. What was more concerning was the ridiculous purple colored pig, arrow in its mouth, with some strange port at the back.
Clint scratched behind his ear, unsure of how he was supposed to react. "Huh... it's adorable?"
This seemed to be the awaited signal. "After your abandonment during the battle, which, by the way, my ears are still ringing from Steve's panicked calls, I decided batteries just wouldn't do. And well, the ipig was a good base but obviously wouldn't work so I striped it and put in one of my old arc reactors and seeing as you don't have a chest to poison nor should this drain the battery like my suit-“
“Woah guys, who is consorting with the lesser peons of the world?” Bruce asked from the doorway. Clint mouthed the words ‘lesser peons’ and Bruce shrugged, pointing at Tony for the origin.
Tony didn’t notice the side conversation, turning with a grin and presenting the ipig, “Look what I made Clint! I stripped the low tech from it, converted it so that Clint’s bow is compatible, colored it purple cause I’m a nice guy like that,” he glanced back at Clint to clarify, “Dude, it was pink before and you don’t seem like those manly pink guys and where was I? Oh yes, the arrow in the mouth because I don’t want some SHIELD agent mistaking it as a iphone charger.” Tony ended abruptly, looking expectant.
Bruce’s left eyebrow rose, “This is because of the battery incident, isn’t it?”