I wandered around the tower afterwards, but I ended up back in the main room, noticing how Clint had fallen asleep on the couch, looking adorable and innocent, like he wasn't an assassin and soldier. I went to a spare bedroom and grabbed a blanket, bring it into the room so that I could put it on Clint. A beeping noise came from Tony's work table and I went over to it, pulling up the blueprints that were blinking. It was the apparent blueprints for the new Avenger's Tower. Each of us (the Avengers) had our own level or two (depending on our abilities and interests) that was focused on us for training. I pulled up mine and found a whole training course, equipped with a shooting range, a track, boxing rink, and finally a climate controlled room. I pressed that area of the blueprint and expanded it in the air. "What is this?" I question myself. "JARVIS, what is this for?"
"The climate-controlled room is to help you train your abilities with freezing your body or cooling the temperature around you." JARVIS answers and I nod. "Mr. Stark does not know how to help you train your abilities since he is unfamiliar with the basis of them."
"It makes sense..." I pulled up Clint's floor and saw that it was basically the same as mine, except it had more vantage points, and it was basically a giant floor that had two levels mushed into one. A giant obstacle shooting range. Cap's was more focused on the muscles, with a boxing rink and track that ran around the whole area. Banner was a laboratory and a blank room for another level. Thor had regenerative enemy figurines that he could practice on, but that was basically it. For Natasha, Tony had created an acrobats wonderland. Beams and dismounts, bars and many more gymnast tools/obstacles. "Stark is really trying to improve this team for the best." I mutter to myself, walking away from the holographic table, heading down to the level Stark and Banner were, ordering JARVIS to tell me when Clint finally woke up.
"So, how's the perfect me coming along...?" I trail off as I see a massive hunk of metal shaped into an Iron Man form. "Am I really that big?" I look down at my body before back at the hunk of metal.
Banner glances at me from by a computer. "No, but to compete with the Hulk, the Iron Man suit needs to be upgraded to a suitable size."
"Oh." I walk up to it and notice how it could encase the regular Iron Man suit. "So, Tony would still be in his suit when he puts this on, like extra protection and a fast change."
"Exactly!" Tony walks in. "We've been discussing the Hulk's weaknesses... which is not a very long list right now."
"That's not my fault." Banner whispers.
"What do you have so far?"
Tony glances at me. "Himself."
"How so?"
"Me and the other guy," Banner begins, "we sort of fight internally. That and the Hulk can feel emotions, which can bring down the rage and thus transform him back into me."
"Ah." I nod. "So, how is this supposed to help?" I tap the chest armor of 'Veronica'.
"She should be able to help subdue the Hulk with multiple hits, rockets, repulsors and a lot of strength to try and match the Hulk's." Banner suggests.
"Can I add in a minor detail, since you named it after me and everything?"
"No-"
"Sure." Banner interrupts Tony, who just starts on welding some armor together. "What is it?"
"Well, since she is going against the Hulk, there should be extra part that can attach to her if the Hulk tears them off. Like, for example, the Hulk tears off an arm. Tony could contact JARVIS to send the spare arm so that the fight could still commence in Tony's favor, no offense, Banner."
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Accuracy and Precision (Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story)
Action"What does it take to be really good at this?" I whisper, looking up at him as our hands touched. He coughed and looked at the weapon in our hands. "It doesn't take much. Just practice. That and some accuracy and precision." "Accuracy and precision...
