#arcreactor technology

Oliver was consumed with his work for several long moments before he looked up. He smiled just a bit, looking Tony over. Nope, this one was not his father. Just another Tony from another universe. Part of him still marveled at the notion of the multiverse. The music he had been listening to dimmed on its own (well, with the power of his mind, anyway). He waved, soldering iron in one hand and the other keeping a steady hold of his latest project, a new set of arrow tips he was testing out for Clint. "Hey there."

"Evening Anthony, how's it going?" The two glasses of wine at dinner somehow make greeting his old competitor like this perfectly okay.

My Uni just piled more work and bureaucracy on me. 

"Oh, hello." Sapphira nodded her head with a smile. "How are you?"

I will reply when return. 

"Hmm..." There's a hint of a smile at that cute little message. Perhaps he did owe Arc a visit, it had been far too long in all truth. After all, he did buy a Stark Phone after returning from Jotunheim (considering his iPhone got trashed) and he had a few questions about it.