<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Peter didn't exactly catch Natasha by surprise -- but she let him take her down.  She hit the mat with a thud and grinned up at him.  "Good job, baby spider!  We'll make a fighter out of you yet."<br/>
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Bucky offered her a hand up.  "You're not supposed to be throwin' each other around, this is knife fightin'.  Keep your feed on the ground."<br/>
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Natasha smirked.  "Yes, Yasha."  She said it in a false sing-song voice and batted her eyelashes.<br/>
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"Christ, don't do that, Natalia," Bucky objected.  "Come at me then, Peter -- Natalia will watch your form."<br/>
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Tony checked to be sure Peter hadn't been injured by the throw before he responded to Steve.  "I wish I'd known the same Howard you did," he said, very quietly.  "I've been thinking about him all day, what with--" he waved vaguely in Peter's direction "--all that going on.  Thinking about how he would have handled it, and what I would have wanted."  His smile was sharp and brittle.  "I guess if he can't be a good example, he can at least be a terrible warning.  I don't ever want to make Petey feel the way Howard made me feel."<br/>
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Unable to deal with more of the emotion, Tony stepped away from Steve, towards the sparring trio.  "I'm telling you, kid -- frickin' lasers would be better.  Less bruises learning to use them, too."<br/>
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"I have not bruised him," Natasha protested.  "Yet."</span></span>