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just made a new evolution of techno
introducing technobowÂ
(he has monikaâs hair from doki doki lit. club)
Idea credit from @imnotentirelycertain
Art credit: @sketchlux-art (me)
Feel free to repost and use design just credit me! ^-^

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Me: *enjoying my life*
Person: who do you ship Tony with?
Me: uhhh... well,,, do you happen to have 4 hours to spare?
Person: arent 4 hours too mu-
Me: no. Even with 4 hours I wouldnât have enough time.
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Harper Ferguson
Female, Scottish Decent
Angelaâs Friend
Harper is stereotypically an archer, but she uses specially made bows and arrows that are equipped with special abilities. These abilities are inspired by Arielâs powers. Harperâs preferred Bow and Arrow are the Orange TechnoBow and the Yellow TechArrow. The abilities of these, and more bows and arrows, will be explained in a separate post, so keep an eye out for those!

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"I know I'm not your only, but at least I'm one." clint/bruce or maybe even bruce/tony if you're into it? Since you offered to maybe write some, if you're not too busy.
[why not both?]
Bruce had never really known what to expect next out of life.
Heâd had plans, sure. Lots of plans along the way. Plans when he was young to save his mom. Plans when he was a little less young to just escape. Plans run. Plans to hide. Then, plans to build a life. Plans to learn new things. Plans to discover and build and explore. Plans to marry the sweetest woman on the planet.
Then, plans to run again. And run, and run, and run.Â
Heâd never planned to get caught in a web so fine that most days he hardly noticed it. He never planned for Tony.
Of course Tony would be the first. Tony was all loose limbs and tightly controlled mania. He was a finely tuned, careless machine that seemed honed to break past all of Bruceâs defenses. He was all touches and smirks and waggling eyebrows and when he asked Bruce to come to bed with him Bruce was so surprised he could only ask, âWhat about Pepper?â
âYeah, no worries. Weâre supposed to ask first. Hey JARVIS can you get Pep on the line? Bruce wants toââ
âWait!â Bruce raised his hands. âWait, Tony, wait. Let me think about this.â
So he thought, had a nice lunch with Pepper in which she consoled him for being captured in Tonyâs web of crazy, and then said, âIâm stupid for agreeing but, fine.â
Tonyâs grin had been brighter than the arc reactor.
When Tony got too tangled up in metal, forgetting to eat and sleep for days, waving off his bots who tried to get him to take care of himself, Pepper would come for him. Sheâd cajole and roll her eyes and drag him upstairs and Bruce would wave them away. He wanted to let them have their own time, and so he stayed in the lab, buried in a web of metal all his own.
And Tony would return and they would pick up their strange romance. As far as hectic scrapes of metal and explosions and grease could be called a romance.Â
Bruce had left the lab precisely once in four months, and it was Clint who pointed it out.
âYou know, this is the first time Iâve seen your face since Loki,â Hawkeye said, smiling softly behind his mask.
Bruce blinked up at him from where heâd just woken up. The floor of the Quinjet today, but at least someone had shoved a pillow under his head and covered him with a blanket. He tugged the blanket to his chin, chilly. âHuhh?â Bruce managed to ask.
âYouâre never around,â Clint explained as he sat down beside Bruce. Bruce turned and squinted up at him. âEven on Steveâs movie nights. Pepper always makes Tony go, but you donât. Not a movie fan?â
âMovies are fine,â Bruce said, although he hadnât seen a movie all the way through in over a decade. He pulled the pillow down to his chest and curled around it. âJustâŠI spend a lot of time with Tony. Sometimes we need our space.â
âMm,â Clint hummed. He glanced towards the front of the âjet and Bruce looked as well. He could see Tony up there, rocking out to some kind of rock and roll that was barely audible through his helmet. It must have been deafening with the faceplate down. âWell, we should hang out more.â
âWhat?â Bruce tried to remember the last time someone had asked to hang out with him. He was coming up empty.
âYâknow, itâs possible to see people not in a group. We should catch a movie. What dâyou like? Horror? Comedy? Action?â
Bruce tried to remember the last movie heâd seen. He remembered liking it, but that was probably because Betty had rested her head on his shoulder. âIâm not sure,â he said.
âWeâll figure it out.â Clint reached out to pat him on the shoulder. Bruce could tell it was only meant to be a quick patâa reassuring, Iâm here for you buddy, kind of thingâbut Tony chose that moment to turn around.
The faceplate flipped up and they were momentarily inundated with Donât Stop Me Now so loud that Bruce winced. Tony grinned and the volume dimmed. âHey, Big Guy! You up?â
âYeah,â Bruce said. He curled a little tighter around his pillow and felt Clint squeeze his shoulder in support. Oh. Still holding on, then. âHow was the battle?â
âYou were great,â Tony said, swaggering out of his seat and then out of his suit. It stood there like an empty shell as Tony sat cross-legged beside them. âCaught Barteroni here right out of the sky.â
âReally?â Bruce looked up at Clint, and Clint smiled down. Bruce suddenly felt small, lying there on the floor. But he didnât sit up. It wasnât the bad sort of feeling small.
âYeah,â Clint said. âI owe you one.â
âYou can buy me popcorn,â Bruce decided. He closed his eyes as Clint squeezed his shoulder again, listening to Tony laugh at his bad joke.
âYou spend too much time in the lab,â Tony told him one day, slipping it in between long paragraphs of chatter. His face was completely hidden by his welding goggles, and it creeped Bruce out to stare at his reflection in the mirrored lenses.
âIâm here as much as you.â
âNo, youâre definitely here more.â Tony tipped his head in a way that implied he was frowning. âIs that becauseââ
âItâs because I like to spend time with you,â Bruce blurted out, desperate not to let Tony get off on a tangent. He couldnât look at his own reflection anymore, and so he turned back to his work. âBut sometimes I need to just spend time with myself as well.â
He heard Tony shufflingâsetting aside the welding mask?âand then felt a gentle hand on his arm. âHey,â Tony said, in the not quite sure what Iâm doing way he always said things. âAm I doing something wrong?â
âYouâre fine.â Bruce turned and kissed him on the lips, reassuring. âItâs just me.â
Clint could skip a rock across the lake. Like, all the way across until Bruce couldnât see it anymore, but he was certain it was still jumping. Bruce couldnât skip a rock to save his life, but he could hunt some down for Clint. Flat, smooth stones that made Clint grin and look at him with bright eyes that made Bruceâs heart skip a beat.
Once a week, Clint insisted that Bruce leave the lab. Bruce was pretty sure Tony had roped him in to keeping his promise to take Bruce out, but he wasnât going to say anything. He was too selfish, too desperate for human contact.Â
It was a cool spring day and so they sat close under the tree after, quiet. And when Clint leaned in to brush their shoulders, reached out to touch the tips of their fingers together, Bruce didnât stop him.
Instead, he turned and kissed him, right there under the rustling leaves. He was stunned when Clint kissed back.
âI have to tell you,â Bruce said, breathing heavy and pushing Clintâs hands away because dammit, dammit. He was an idiot for letting it get this far. âTony and I are sort of involved.â
âWhat? I know that.â Clint looked confused, eyes all black with arousal, lips pressed pink from harried kisses. âI mean, whatâs the protocol here? Am I supposed to ask him first if itâs okay?â
Bruce though back to his lunch with Pepper and said, âProbably? Iâm notâI, I donât know. But I meant, I canât be what you need.â He tried to slide away but Clint caught his hand and held him fast.Â
âBruce, what I need isnât important. Youâre exactly what I want.â
Bruce held his breath and let it out, a long, slow, sigh. Then he laughed, his own self-hatred bubbling to the surface for one split second. âI canât lose him or you,â he begged. âBut I canât be just yours. I-I donât know how this works.â
âI donât think anyone does,â Clint assured him. He was smiling softly as he leaned in to nose along Bruceâs neck. Bruce shivered, and not because of the cool air. âLook. I know Iâm not your only, but at least I can be one, right?â He tipped his head to one side, gazing up at Bruce.
Bruce couldnât help himself. Maybe, he thought, he was more selfish than heâd realized. âI, okay. Right.âÂ
Clint grinned and leaned in, kissing him. Soft, gentle. For a second Bruce could only think how differently Clint kissed than Tony. Tony was hard, probing, demanding. Clint was anything but demanding. He just asked. But then the thoughts slipped away and Bruce only noticed the warmth of Clintâs mouth and his lightly calloused hand resting on Bruceâs face.
âThank you,â Clint said against his lips. He dropped one more kiss and pulled away, cheeks stained rosy pink. âWe should maybe quit, then. Until I can talk to Tony.â
âRight,â Bruce said. He lasted, by his estimate, six thousand years (or maybe it was only six seconds) before he said, âWell, maybe we could call him right now.â
Clint grinned. âYou got it, Doc.â There were leaves in his hair when he made the call. Bruce picked them out as he and Tony teased one another.Â
Bruce didnât think you could plan for this sort of thing. It was unexpected. But then, Bruce had learned to cope with such things in life.Â
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Ambush by *MaidenofIron157 Can you just tell how much I love these three? Truly? They would be so great together, gosh...