Meet Legolas

Mark XVII, Legolas, pulled back the cord of his bow. Kinetic energy and electrical power created an arrow. Using scanners, equations, and the surrounding measures, Legolas took perfect aim and fired. As it soared through the air in the matter of seconds, he used eternal magnets and radio waves to keep it on course. Finally, it hit the target, dead center.

Clint whistled. "Pretty good," he said impressed.

Legolas shrugged. "I guess," he replied.

Clint looked at him. "You guess? It's dead perfect! Hell I wish I could shoot like that!" he said.

Legolas tilted his head. "It's merely my internal processor doing it for me," he said. "In truth, I wish I could turn it off."

"Turn it off?" Clint asked incredulously. "Why?"

"It gets boring," Legolas huffed. "Always getting bullseye means I have no reason to practice, no reason to do what I love."

Clint frowned in sympathy; it was reasons like that he was glad he was human and imperfect. He understood now. Suddenly, he smirked to himself.

~The Next Day~

Legolas didn't know what to say as he stared at a smug Clint and grinning Tony.

"All done Clint," Tony said, patting his shoulder. "Have fun."

Tony left and Legolas looked towards the target. The target had been moved, in fact, it's moving in circles, back and forth, and up and down.

"Hit that," Clint said smugly.

Legolas gave Clint a look. Thanks.

Legolas smirked. "You're on," he grinned.

Legolas pulled back, the arrow appearing and notching. He let it fly.

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Imagine that ending where you are like face to face with that arrow and it would just, end the page, like bring the black screen with it… I try…